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Poetry by
Jamie Mallinson
Black Rose
She sits at her mirror brushing her hair, dressed in black velvet with
just the right flair. She pits on her make up with ever an ease, ready for
the night, ready to please. She picks up her flower and closes the door,
its sunset this evening, who could ask for more? She walks through the
tall grass with a graceful pose, she bends down to lay her perfect black
rose. She wipes the tears that fill up her eyes and visions of the past
marquee the skies. He was her love, her dream come true, but God said,"
now I have to take him from you". She wanders back home and enters the
door, pictures of him scattered all over the floor. Upstairs she ascends
ready to sleep, with visions of him she begins to weep. She lays on the
bed, not a sound to be heard, she whispers "I love you" but he never
utters a word.
Jamie Mallinson
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WAITING
The air is crisp, the stars are bright, waiting for
you tonight.
A love song in the air, a serenade for two, glasses of wine, a dinner for
you.
I gaze at your photo, thinking of you, my heart is all a flutter, will our
dreams all come true?
I hear your footsteps, I smell your cologne, be mine forever, I hate to be
alone.
You kiss me tenderly and gaze into my eyes, I feel your presence, I am
mesmerized.
You bid me farewell, I say goodbye, your silhouette disappears, I begin to
cry.
Is this a dream, as I look up to the sky, two hearts beat as one....lets
give it a try.
give it a try.
Jamie Mallinson
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PURPLE
DREAM...A Farewell...
The front gates before me, as I stand in awe, saying GOODBYE was the only
flaw.
I will never again gaze upon the great tower, the fountain court and
smell the sweet rain shower.
The once grand staircase, now dilapidated and old, boasts royalty dressed
in jewels and gold.
As I behold the grounds of bowling green, with its majestic views, can
only be seen.
Under purple skies, she stands yet so tall, with crumbled stone walls from
many a fall.
In all her glory, she's still my dream, as if Camelot life was only a
scheme.
To say FAREWELL, my castle of dreams, where fantasies entwined my mind, so
it seems.
I will always remember these magical times and yet relive with all its
medieval crimes.
Today the crowd of visitors , such a hassle....as I turned.... and said
goodbye, Raglan Castle.
copyright 2003. J. Mallinson
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MORNING
GLORY
It is early morning sunrise,
awaken and look out my window towards the sky, envision your face beneath
the soft billowy clouds.
I imagine what it is like to be in heaven among the angels.
Towers of gold, the morning glories always in bloom,
love fills the air.
I so often wish that you were still with me,
knowing that you are in God's hands is quite a comfort.
I think about your smiling face,
your pale blue eyes , your heart so full of love.
You had made such an impact on the lives you have touched.
Your legacy will be remembered in all aspects of my life.
So with this thought,
I give to you,
I am proud to have called you "MOM".
Jamie Mallinson
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