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Introduction to the Poet:

Michael Mulvihill hails from Dublin, Ireland. He is a widely published poet in various magazines across the world. He has also published two poetry books – Searching for Love Central and The Genesis and Anatomy of Love. Michael has also written the horror novels – Diabolis of Dublin and Siberian Hellhole.

 

Delicious

The clutches of love,

Lie on and linger in your heart,

This love that is brought to me,

With your appearance,

Kisses the soul sweetly,

It is present,

I should sleep,

But I wait for your arm to be in mine,

All there is, us just words for you,

Now that you are needed more,

Is love not good?

 

 

Fill Flowers with Blooms

 

Fill flowers with blooms,

Wash the soul completely,

Present a new feeling,

Dream not of pleasures,

Dream of paradises.

 

 

 

Love Grew All the Summer Long

 

In my front garden,

The best things grow,

A single rose appeared,

Beside the place where I grew my love,

So I stayed patiently beside it,

And slept outside it, in the heat,

Time progressed,

Beside the one rose in bloom where 3 bulbs stayed,

The bulbs were asking like prisoners to be released,

As small birds rested on a phone line,

Five in total,

Singing, as if this was a summer of elation,

The other bulbs kept protesting for their release,

The summer breeze blew gently upon my face,

And at the time when the bulbs of the rose bush bloomed, I kissed her lips most tenderly,

I held her like I would never say goodbye.

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