How can I catch in a single poem
the scenery that I see in your eyes,
the light that radiates in them,
the starry look that they radiate?
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From this city I want to flee,
to find a place of some solace,
not again I want to return,
where city lights sometimes blind people.
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Beautiful girl staring out of the page
of a magazine, your perfect body
is cast in lovely rounded lines
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I wish to be
a man of integrity
and no other type of man can I be.
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When little Victoria played
at the lake in Claremont Gardens
as a child long before she became queen,
did she capture a large swallowtail butterfly
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I have to escape from the city's roaring din,
from the continuous rushing of hasty feet,
to a place of tranquillity that I do adore
where the breaking blue sea is rushing in,
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In the days when heaven shook
and Lucifer an angel of light,
took a third
of once holy ones with him
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(after Robert Frost)
In passing the nearby snow filled great woods
and icy lake,
the sheer loveliness caught the rider’s eye;
a halting break
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(in answer to T.T. Cloete)
We loved each other
from the day that we met
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With some red kisses
the wildness sun flowers
while the winter flees
*
At night I show you
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