john (called jack) wren

It's a place where silence
has the loudest voice
from those who lie there
though not by choice
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Sweetest of Isles I look at thee
nestled in yonder turbulent sea
shining like diamonds every day
guarding the entrance of the bay
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Ribbon and tinsel, holly and berry
it's the festive season, time to make merry
there's cards and presents, snow on the ground
carols in church make an angelic sound.
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Wee sleek thrower of the soil
under the ground you're made to toil
on heaps of earth we see your stamp
on meadow and wood where're you camp
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Creeping merrily twix affable leaf
in search of her morning aperitif
this vision with the brightest of eye
smiles as she teases the Sun in the sky.
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A laugh rises breaking the still
of the twig strewn field near the mill
and freshly dropped cones here this cry
before decay bids them goodbye.
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They laugh and snigger
When they hear my name,
I dread going to school
I'm not to blame.
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No grave to hide his bone or skin
No place beneath wet sod for him,
The proud body that served him well
Is left to others on life's carousel
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A bird lies deep in the depths of the rye
Among its tall grass, away from the eye,
Where the morn dew clinging to a leaf
Gazed down upon it, in disbelief.
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Masters of the art of aviation
Formation flying and navigation,
With an ability to orienteer
To parts they find less austere
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Meet me at the meadow
Beside the old chestnut tree,
Where its boughs kiss the earth
My love, I will kiss thee.
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Their courtship dance is a sight to be seen
Caressing the air in a yearly Spring clean,
Numerous wings sweeping in a cluster
Cleaning the air like a dainty duster.
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Father, why have you forsaken me?
the priests detest me and laugh with houndish glee
from their cross of hate, I look to the sky
I have no one to wipe the blood from my eye.
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The old rusty gate swings and creaks
the roof on the house is full of leaks
weary stairs moan and complain
and rain comes in the window frame.
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Attached to a string held by a cloud
The windhover lingers, imposing and proud,
It hangs in the air a piece of fine art
In a game of chance trying to outsmart
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Hungers imprint clasped the air
Tighter than a clip grips hair, as
Cool air was breathed in and wrung
Passing sweetness to its tongue.
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Conceived deep in the bowels of the earth
This hideous foetus escaped an abort
And now stands towering over all around
Born to rule everything, even thought,
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Is it divinity your efforts seek?
Or a greater sensibility of space?
Or God's kiss upon your cheek?
Or even His warm embrace? .
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Unsociable, is the word that comes to mind,
Or quarrelsome, aggressive and resigned,
To live a life of isolation
Among decaying vegetation.
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Ladies cringe whenever I bloom
in envy of my heavenly perfume
that yields a finer sense of smell
greater than the expensive Chanel
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