"Poetry & Rhymes" by William Hancock

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“My Precious Dove”

"My Precious Dove"

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I have wandered this earth,

Though not, but yet alone.

I have squandered this life,

For a Love, I’ve never known.

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I have lived so many days,

Known some, and loved.

And yet, for a lifetime,

I have prayed to God above,

To release you from hiding,

Ooh,.. .

My Precious Dove.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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“Where Nothing Makes Sense”

"Where Nothing Makes Sense"

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I so wanna know her,

This woman in my dreams,

Dreaming from afar,

Like an illusion it seems.

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I want to reach out and touch her,

Caress her and more,

Feel the warmth of her skin,

As we fall to the floor.

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I want to taste her lips,

Smell her scent,

Just fade away,

Where nothing makes sense.

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In the hush of silence,

Where dreams collide,

This love that’s bound,

In these dreams of mine.

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Like an illusion it seems,

A dream from afar,

A touch never felt,

Dreams lovers,.. . we are.

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by
William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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            Someone very special.. .♥♫♪.  .    .

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“Through The Curtain”

Through The Curtain

As he sat in his cold dark room,

Scratching his ear as he thought,

He peers through the curtain, towards the moon,

Remembering a life he had sought.

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He thinks of a time, and gets a grin,

Remembering his children as they played,

His wife,.. . as she kissed his chin,

Oh, those were such beautiful days.

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Why has God forsaken me so?

He asked of himself, in knots.

All are gone, and I am old,

And death comes for me not?

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Lingering, in his memories,

He looks towards a photograph,

Of an orchard full of apple trees,

A group of family as they laughed.

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His dreams are of a happier time,

When the sun had shined on his face,

Of friends and family, and drinking wine,

And kids running all over the place.

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Now he’s old, and all alone,

Everyone he loved has gone,

He waits for the day, he goes home,

To be again, with everyone.

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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“It Felt So Right”

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As I watched from a loft,
On this Moonlit night;
Her skin was so soft,
Her skirt ah’ so tight.

What a beautiful sound,
As her feet touched the ground,
As she danced all the night.

She knew I was there,
As I wished she were mine.
The most beautiful hair,
And her breast were so fine.

As she moved round and round,
She was Heavenly found,
Ah, The most beautiful sight.

As I watched from the loft,
She turned with a stare;
Here skirt she slid off,
Her skin became bare.

Oh God what a sight,
With those eyes so bright,
I could smell her in the air.

As she danced on and on,
With each breath I could hear.
Though not heard was sweet song,
For this one to come near.

Oh, It Felt So Right,
As I watched her in the light,
I wanted her here.

The sun began to rise,
And she turned to walk away.
The light between her thighs,
Shined through in just a way.

She looked with those eyes,
No regrets, no goodbyes,.. .
“Do you plan to stay?”

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William Hancock © All Rights Reserved

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