Gordon D Wilkinson Poems

A woman is a strange and fanciful creature
One at times is too much, and two impossible
They flit from subject to subject without a breath
Expect you to hear every instruction not knowing your deaf
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As we crawl into bed after such a long day
Clasping my hands around your waist, kiss you and say
Honey I missed your voice and smile
Can we just lay here and talk awhile
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Laying here in the bath just soaking
I saw that gleam in your eyes, they were smoking
Passion oozing from every pore
Slipping in with me once more
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When we kiss, I will tell you this
My heart fills up with pure bliss
Loving you the way I do
You can be sure it is so true
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I can see but am not there
Here so close to the suns glare
Deep in the mists of the galaxy
Weightless to infinity
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Fantasy gallops from deep inside
Taking readers imaginations for a ride
Twisting and turning through obscure plots
About soldiers, sailors and even harlots
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Uncontrollable anger twisted up inside
Looking for some outer relief
Boiling over without apparent reason
Stoked by stupid half suggestions
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Curled the serpent of the stomachs pit
Ferocious evil bile does spit
Exposed envious green
Hates vicious angry spleen
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I made a wish and here you are
Now that we have met, you come far
You arrived in my life in a cacophony of sound
As your car hit mine and turned me round
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What is age?
I am trying to work it out
Too old to be young
Where do I try to fit?
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