Another tribute to Grandma. - 17 November 2010.


Orange eyed man.

Miles of plains, Inhaling the sand,
And angels gain etiquette in hand.

Tapestry of sides, hedges and thorns,
And angels gain and are fore-warned.

Ministry of value ruin scrapes of land,
And angels gain that orange eyed man.

Dynasty nitrous whisper in the wind,
And angels gain no impulsive sin.

Issues that trail, footprints in the clouds,
And angels gain any congress bounds.

Woods of oak and forest of pine,
And angels gain what could all be mine.

Influence is golden, but on the otherside,
Angels gain clarity of the tide.

Vivid dreams and palette of a kiss,
And angels gain a notion of bliss.

Ministry of value ruin scrapes of land,
And angels gain that wise, orange eyed man.




Poetry by John Ashleigh
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Written on 2010-11-17 at 19:59

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Ferenc Inigo Beck
brilliant imagery!
2011-03-05



again..amazing usage of words..and truly great insights
2010-11-20



An evocative and personal vision.
2010-11-19