Philip Carter Poems

With a dress that hugs her curves so well
And is slit up to the thigh
It's a look that every woman wants
And one that catches each mans eye
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You can scream as loud as you like
This room lets out no sound
The neighbours live miles away
And we are below ground
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Will you come for a stroll with me?
Alone the canal side
We will not be visible
The bushes will let us hide
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I am definitely getting old
In the pub there was a crowd
No one over thirty years
And all very, very loud
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A feather floats in the breeze
No direction planned
Free from it's host
To drift without ties
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Here I am, all alone
Many miles from home
A long way from my brother
Way too far to roam
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Her soft and gentle touch
Makes my body tingle
Within her warm embrace
I, oh so want to mingle
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Angels fly in on gossamer wings
To collect the souls of the dead
And carry them in their gentle embrace
To a place of peace
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The wind gently blows
Across the countryside
Stroking the tops of the tall grass
And the delicate petals of the wild orchids
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My poetry writing needs some help
Or so I have been told
I don't want to go to school again
I know I'm far too old
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