| Diverse Verse by Esmond Jones. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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I'm from Swansea, South Wales, UK. I've only turned my mind to the poetic art since April 1998 so don't expect the reincarnation of Dylan Thomas! But I hope you enjoy what I have to offer. Contact me with comments, advice, or just to say hello ... e-mail or ICQ - 35153869. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
| My Valley, My Love. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Coal tips half hidden by furnace smog Stretch through me valley and pump my veins, The only blood I've known. Hanging my nostrils, the stench so sweet. Black dust covers a clunp of daffodils - Standing proud like colliers fresh up from pit. Iris just walked past, carrying with her The smell of the pickling factory, damn Them onions are strong! They must be home produced. My valley, my love. | |||||||||||||||||||||||
| Returning Home. | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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So long ago, I walked barefoot | Across her stretching body. I loved the soft warmth of wet & dry, Her silky touch against the balls of my feet As I filled my lungs with her desirable air. Returning now, after thirty years of seperation, I see she has not changed a bit. Tottering with some uncertainty I get the feel of my love once more. Quickly we are locked together As I sink further into her wetness. My body carrying more weight than before, When I walked across Swansea's sandy shore.
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