JAMES ROBERTS

Mr'Perfect'

I may not be Mr perfect Dear but my clothes were all the rage
In 1952 my dear before they were worn away
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DISCOMBOBULATION

See, see the beautiful sky
Marvel at its big puce depths.
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We met upon a poetry site

A friendship purely platonic
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HOW A ROSE CAN BRING ETERNAL LIFE

ELYSIAN
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DRINKING 'N THE MOON BEAMS

With a bottle of wine I sit by the flowing willow tree
Wer’re drinking alone the moon and I
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THE DREAM

IN A DREAM I SAW YOU WEEP A SINGLE SOLITARY TEAR;
IT CAME FROM THAT EYE OF HAZEL FLECTED WITH GREEN,
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I’ll noo take half

Half of anything is no use to me
Give me it all
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ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE

LOVE IS PATIENT
LOVE IS KIND
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THE DREAM

IN A DREAM I SAW YOU WEEP A SINGLE SOLITARY TEAR;
IT CAME FROM THAT EYE OF HAZEL FLECTED WITH GREEN,
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Prayer to and response from Aphrodite

To
Dapple-throned Aphrodite,
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In the garden of the Virgins, that is, The garden of the House of the Vestals
(Your sweater draped across your shoulders As the narrow chill of the evening
Began to ribbon the Forum) , you walked With your head down, silent, a little amused,
But silent. Whatever else exists In the daily mystery of service & denial
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Do you remember how much we loved
Not only in the beds where we laid
But also in then touch, the smile.
The eyes with which we followed
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PILLOW TALK

Talking together ought to be easy
Especially in bed
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An anti war poem based on the story of andromache wife of hector who's son was torn from her arms and thrown from the battlements of troy.She was then sold into slavery. THE STORY HAS BEEN REPEATED MANY TIMES IN THE LAST 4000 YRS

SHE STANDS THERE PALE
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A present for Asmodeus(the prince of demons) on Halloween


A person with a look that’s proud
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Don’t say you love me and use it as a lever
A lever to use in a medieval way
Extracting confessions for sins not committed
Then applying more pressure so you get your way
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FOR YOU MY DARLING THE CLAIR DE LUNE

YOUR TEARS IN THE MOON LIGHT
DRIFT DOWN YOUR FACE
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May my key board fail if I forget to forward this e mail

My soul is dark - Oh! quickly bring
An e-mail I can yet Find so d’ ear;
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Now winter nights grow long.
Full to the brim with blustery hours,
And clouds their lightning discharge
Upon the office towers.
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If I was a ghost in love
Walking veiled in mystery
I would ask a ghostly dove
to take a message to thee
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