Patrick William Kavanagh
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Patrick William Kavanagh Poems
A Close Encounter
Sitting at the bus stop all alone, acting busy, toying with my mobile phone, No mail, no texts, just playing games, and just pretending I don't feel alone. A smile from you would mean so much, - but I can't catch your eye, I think you're lonely just like me, - I smile at you, but you can't see.
To Tina With All My Love.
When First we met, all I had left, was ashes in my hand, You touched me deeply, in a way, that I may never truly understand. Heart to heart and mind to mind, as if our very souls were joined, It seemed that long before we met, our fates already intertwined.
What a charming couple, almost regal as they walked into the crowded room, Unaware, the merry drunken group just seemed to leave a quiet space around them as they moved. I couldn't help but stare, a little rude, but still their ageless beauty held me in its sway, They caught my eye, and even when I tried,
Dance Of The Faeries
I gaze out at the frosty winter scene from my little bubble of warmth, The golden tint of morning touches skies of baby blue, framing trees and bushes wrapped in winter-white. In my mind I see the faeries dance and fly amongst the trees, A prayer that masquerades as song, is softly playing, and I fee
The Sacred Marriage
The Lord and Lady glide about the forest, as the softly sighing leaves are whispering in the silver light. The dwellers of the woods are quiet and still, and dark eyes gaze upon the scene entranced, No man, nor beast would dare disturb the ritual of this night. Above, the Goddess lights her emissaries, as the moon and earth enjoin in Sacred Dance.
Now I Lay Me Down To Sleep
I think of childish prayers, and all the silly promises I tried to keep. Looking back on all the dreams I had, and how I thought my life would be. How could I have ever realised the journey, stretching far ahead, That, up to this quiet winter evening,
Joy In A Changing World
Why does sadness overtake me when there is so much cause for joy, And how can I be joyful in a world that is so filled with tears, Do I close my eyes to all the pain and deprivation, just walk quickly by, Can I be deaf to the wailing of the children of the world,
What Is A Poet
What is a poet, or a writer, or a shaman, or a priest, Are we the bringers of good tidings, or the spectres at the feast. Or, are we those who simply Will not drown, Despite the words and images that flood into our minds, Bursting out like some huge, and boiling, bubbling spring,
Please don't lie so still, so silent and so cold, I told you love was just a game to pass the lonely times, We laughed and played and hugged and kissed, and made up silly rhymes We built a world of smoke and dreams and moonlit walks,
The gentle beating of you silken wings, Calms my mind and lets my spirit soar, It takes me to a place of never-ending spring, Where Beauty Shines like Golden Light.
A Kiss Is Bitter-sweet
A kiss is bitter-sweet. Lips touching, tender feelings, hearts that miss a beat, But underneath the chasm waits,
Change In A World Of Restrictions
We plod along the paths set out by those who love, and wish to keep us, safe. Family. Our greatest strength, our greatest trial, Extend their loving arms and keep us on the travelled way. We must keep to the rules, we mustn't play the fool,
Soft Rain In A Summer Garden
The rain falls softly on the daisy sprinkled, summer grass, Spreading tiny, sparkling globes of silvery light. It scatters gentle ripples on the pond, that just a little while ago was smooth as glass.
Seeking Peace In A Garden Of Roses
Morning sunlight sparkling on a single drop of dew, Light cascades like a rainbow on a rose. Toes curling on the cool wet grass. The world is still asleep.
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A Close Encounter
Sitting at the bus stop all alone, acting busy, toying with my mobile phone,
No mail, no texts, just playing games, and just pretending I don't feel alone.
A smile from you would mean so much, - but I can't catch your eye,
I think you're lonely just like me, - I smile at you, but you can't see.
The lonely moments ticking by, I see my chance is slipping by,
I realise that you will never look my way,
And fear's the reason why.
My smile dies in the frozen wastes between our hearts,
A friendship that will never be, A love that could have grown from such a simple ...