Sean Tyacke

Sean Tyacke Poems

I have seen your face in an old picture frame.
Were you in parades?
Did they make speeches in your name?
Did you know glory?
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Beware Profit.
For the Fifth Horse of Apocalypse is his steed,
His mission is greed
And money is his seed.
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Do you know or understand,
What it is that makes the man?
It’s more than flesh, blood and bone.
It’s a woman to love and call his own.
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Spring is our unfolding, when beauty lies concealed
Though love is innocent, her truth shall be revealed.

Summer is our joy, the ripening of our soul
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Are you a hunter of delight?
My tall dark eyed goddess of last night.

Do you thrill to the chase,
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I had a vision.
She came to me in the quiet of the night,
And ever elusive danced among my dreams.
Urging pursuit.
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Sean Tyacke Biography

I started reading and writing poetry in my late teens, but somehow work and other stuff got in the way in my late 20's. I have wanted to share these poems for years, but never gotten around to it. I hope they are enjoyed.)

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Our Fathers?

I have seen your face in an old picture frame.
Were you in parades?
Did they make speeches in your name?
Did you know glory?
Did you find fame?
Were you in the war with John Wayne?

In your picture you look so very young.
Were you really old enough to carry that gun?
Were you a fighter pilot chasing the Hun?
Or was it the Nazi’s you kept on the run?
Was the war like the films?
- My! it must have been fun.
A pity you died, your life just begun.

My grandma keeps your picture in a box of letters and private things,
Along with a garter, a medal and some embroidered wings.
You never grow older, always the same
Your face still young in an old picture frame.

© Sean R Tyacke,1987

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