POET AND AUTHOR
JOHN DYHOUSE
A First Collection
Of Poetry
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Excerpt from: Reflections
Reflections remind me,
Remind me of a love we knew;
And sometimes I can see you
In reflections from the past.
Reflections in my minds eye
Are so real I can see you;
And sometimes I can feel you
In reflections from the past.
Excerpt from: The Wicked Magician
The wicked Magician,
He cries in the night.
For the wrongs he has done
And the wrongs he can't right.
The wicked Magician
Knows his way was wrong
But for power and wealth,
He was just swept along
Poetry From A
New Beginning
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Excerpt from: The Black Tower
A calming scene of luscious green
A tangled woody bower,
A colourful riot before one’s eyes
And then, afar, a tower.
The tower is in black stone built,
The local stone is sand,
I cannot help but wonder why
The builder made this stand.
Excerpt from: THE ARTIST’S RÔLE
Abstract abstraction
Collage perfection,
From imperfect parts
To a meaningful whole.
Textures contrasting
Directional casting,
Calm and contentment
The artists true goal.
Nightmare
and other poems
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Excerpt from "Nightmare"
A tantalizing sight amongst the dream of days
an almost imperceptible image as the sunlight plays.
I reach out but find reality wanting
I falter and hesitate to seem assenting
to dark and lustful thoughts arriving
from the murky fog of magical mountain pathways.
Excerpt from "That little black dress"
That little black dress
On the shop window dummy
Attracting the crowds
Out shopping today.
That little black dress
Was so neat and appealing,
It sparkled and shone
In a very fine way.
Haiku (example)
Silver trunk grows straight
Whispering leaves, wind blown
Silver birch grows tall