Vegan Pledge

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Vegan Pledge

Let no more life be sacrificed
To feed or clothe my mortal frame,
No rape, no pain, no bodies diced,
Let no more life be sacrificed,
Instead I’ll just have veggies spiced…
Compassion is my lifelong aim,
Let no more life be sacrificed
To feed or clothe my mortal frame.

© 2016 Martin Graham King

Requited not

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Apologies for the lacklustre piece I am posting here, I am a little ‘ring-rusty’ after my muse abandoned me for several months and I had a bad case of The Block. Please bear with me whilst I scrape off the rust, dust away the cobwebs and get my mojo back and powered up.
Normal service will be resumed shortly ..

Requited not

Think of the Love that is requited not,
The Love that is ignored or worse, rebuffed,
So, when at night, you’re lying in your cot,
Your cherished dreams are like a candle snuffed,

Think of the tree that makes a gift of leaves
To nourish and protect the earth beneath,
And then capricious wind the earth bereaves,
By scattering what lovelorn tree’d bequeath’d,
A Love like this lies buried in my chest,
Forgotten by the one who lit its fuse,
It flutters like a new chick in its nest,
Because my dear, You’re still the one I’d choose,
So spare a thought for what lives in my heart,
The target of Cupid’s apropos dart.



© 2016 Martin Graham King

Soliloquy 4

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Annabel Lee by David Garcia Forés

Soliloquy 4

Here cometh Heartbreak,
dressed with tousled hair and wanton eye,
bedecked with promises she dare not keep,
yet casting them about like crumbs to the hungry,
a Lover In Love with Love whose heart,
though full of fire and life,
is locked within a cage
and cannot therefore breathe the air
that is the love bequeathed
by another’s Soul.
I fear her heart will die
if kept bereft of Love,
and its beauty,
whose glow has warmed my soul,
will dim and sputter
and then flicker out
like a candle flame drowning
in its own wax.
But like a moth,
I am drawn to that light,
willing to risk being burned again,
and again,
and again,
till she consumes me completely.

~O~

© 2015 Martin Graham King

The Gift

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Today, with Love, I give my heart to Thee,
A gift that shall be thine forevermore,
And anyone with eyes could surely see
There is no man on earth couldst Love thee more.
This is a gift thee already possess,
A prize thee won so very long ago,
And though for many years I did repress
My Love, now is the time that thee should know
That every day my heart beat just for thee.
I held thee not, I kissed thee not, but still
Sweet passion’s fire burnt in the heart of me
With heat that neither space nor time couldst kill,
And so Belovéd hear these words from me,
Today, with Love, I give myself to Thee.

~O~

© August 26, 2015 Martin Graham King

April 6, 2015

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April 6, 2015

She said
“How do you love me?”

I said
“Like I am a bear and you are the Spring,
Like I am a desert and You are the Rain,
Like I am a fire and you are the Wind,
Like I am a compass and You are North.”

She said
“How long will you love me?”

I said
“When the last mountain turns to sand,
When the seven seas have all dried up,
When the last star, in the last galaxy
Flickers and winks out,
When I am less than dust,
My Love for you will still burn brightly…”

She said
“Don’t forget me”

I said

“Would a beach forget the sea?
Would a honeybee forget the flower?
Would a river forget its spring?
Would the Earth forget the Sun?”

~O~

© 2015 Martin Graham King
Image sourced on Pinterest (all rights remain with the creator)

March 23, 2015

March 23, 2015

March 23, 2015

Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick,
tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock,
tick, tock, tick, tock, tick,
tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock,
Insomnia really sucks ..

~O~

Tanka © 2015 Martin Graham King
Image sourced on Google Images (all rights remain with the creator)