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Francis Wells Poems
I kissed him goodbye And strode for the train: Trying hard not to cry By refusing this pain.
Desperate for Notoriety
Oh come on – don’t be shy! Please, feel free to ask or pry. I’ve no secrets I will tell But for the rest – ask, I’ll spill.
From Apple Blossom
So pale the bloom of Nature’s Art: From blackest soil does drink and feed. With light-filled air does nectar part; So sweet the kiss from honeybee.
A Modern Relationship
A laptop's length - one smartphone too - I knew you first through birdsong coy. A Jovial tease, a Fool's delight, You came; an errant knight in white.
The Weeping Willow
Oh woe, Willow! Crying onto your reflection – A Narcissist in loss. Unmoving but for rustling fronds:
A Journey Through Depression
I am on a Journey With beauty which surrounds me. Yet Darkness do I sense But Light? With reticence
The flowers come out at Night and shine their beams - As stars, which waft a breeze through Her dark veil. Aromas flood through desolate grey dreams: In Jasmine hues and Primrose, they assail.
Comments about Francis Wells
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(16 August 1920 – 9 March 1994)
I kissed him goodbye
And strode for the train:
Trying hard not to cry
By refusing this pain.
My head knows this ends
With our meeting quite soon;
Yet my heart still pretends
That our love has been doomed
To fail. As we part lips
And the distance grows long;
This new journey gives tips
To be steadfast and strong.
Next weekend we’ll meet
To profess “How I love you! ”;
Hoping never to part
‘Til that last journey, a Dieu.