Jack Rolph Poems

On this beaten, barren shore,
we are as birds of a feather;
ravaged by the endless swells,
we stand and flock together.
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I reach through the shadows of a kitchen,
groping the air for the friend I need.
I touch your neck, cold on my skin:
my lifeline as my spirit bleeds.
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I look back over the years that grow ever distant
and I remember when I was told by a man greater than I:
'Tis better to have loved and lost,
Than never to have loved at all.'
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I can see the width and breadth of the world
yet I bury my head in the sand,
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Some believe a place of peace exists upon this earth,
A place of ruined temples and splendour lost to time;
of gilded arches, marbled streets and sincere, solemn prayer
spoken of with nostalgia or embalmed in rhyme.
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We do not claim to be so wise
as to question kings that rise,
for we are meek before the sword
that carves the will of its grand lord,
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When the the purest virtue has coalesced with purest sin;
when the unbroken spirit may no longer stand so tall;
when all the hallowed grounds have been left to rot away
and the demons of the night are as the demons of the day,
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