The Poems of David Garlick
The Oleanders smelled so sweet as home from school we, hand in hand, walked and talked of childish things and felt our friendship grow to love. Then jeers and laughter spoilt our dream. To love was shameful, not for us – who were just children in a world where cruelty was part of life. […]
Petal soft, the feel of youthful skin, warm, pliant, sensuous to the mind, the thrill of human purrs, in reply. Exchange of subtle moves, lips that meet as if by magic, in their welcome. The years swing round the warming sun. Magic is still there despite our age. Eyes tell loving lies to pleasant dreams, […]
Petal soft the feel of youthful skin, warm, pliant, sensuous to the mind, thrill of human purrs, in reply. Exchange of subtle moves and lips that meet as if by magic, in their welcoming. The years turn round the warming sun. The magic is still there but so is gravity. Eyes tell lies to finger […]
I’ll miss my friend, a gentle man. A Hard Rock miner, tall and strong. The North shone in his piercing eyes and laughter played around his lips. But now he’s gone, he was not young and soon we all must follow him. Still we could wish that he had stayed a while longer in […]