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.
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 Barn burned well I thought, watching from my Eyrie in the trees, Timbers cut by my own hand, the hard-wood roofing tiles from many lands,
Oh goddess of the hearth! Great goddess of the seas! On this blessed night I come in prayer to thee. Goddess of the celts and Mistress of the healing arts. Goddess of the Fire and Mother of my ancient race,
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 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,
Who can put a limit on the way we choose to love Who can dare to tell us who we choose to share our lives We may share our hearts and dreams with many or with few, Only when we listen to our hearts can we be wise,
Whispers In The Early Morning Hours
Whispers in the early morning hours, Soft as petals falling on the dewy grass, I lay upon the cool, damp earth, Eyes closed, I feel the rising sun,
All Hallows Eve
The scratching on the kitchen door, the tapping on the window pane, The sound of scuffling in the yard, The footsteps running down the lane, It must be children at their pranks, you close your book and smile and shake your head, It's almost midnight, time to snuff the candle out and rest your weary head.
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 ...