Ingrid by PETER EDWARDS She sits at her desk like a Flower in full bloom Whilst others around her despair in their gloom Always so busy, and never 'cross word' Never repeats, whatever...
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Black Rose by INGRID DE KLERCK One sullen October morning his feet lead him to the deserted fields, where once their heads reached for the skies In his mind’s eye the images still vivid of...
Frozen in Time by INGRID de KLERCK Over the tracks, the salty rivers run my mind immersed in emotions Warm, sweaty palms holding cheeks, covering eyelids puffy and red Praying for peace of...
A Conversation With A Rose by FRANK MAGUIRE Thy fairest flower of fairest form So majestical and true Thy fairest flower would you mind If I sat and talked to you I’ll tell to you a tale of...
My Heart Is Like A Velvet Glove by INGRID de KLERCK My heart is like a velvet glove That seeks the hand of thee, And in the search of perfect fit Brought many to their knee. So rugged art...
Can Love by FRANK MAGUIRE Can love be wider than the shore Or deeper than the sea Is it brighter than the shining moon That glows incessantly Can love be stronger than the tide That rages...