Best Poem of Jack Peppiatt

A Day At The Beach
The sun rises slowly,
All is peaceful, almost holy.
We laugh in the blood red sunrise,
Lying down on the beach.

The sun is right up high,
hoverring there in the sky.
We laugh in the bright midday,
Lying down on the beach.

The sun sets brightly,
The moon shimmers lightly.
We . . .
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Twisted Mind Of A Lover Lost
Tortured, twisted, my convoluted stream of conscience
gathers pace as I see your face in my cruel dream
of love where none is present,
of hope where all is gone,
of happiness all polluted.

You love me not, as I now know,
yet so many signals a smitten lover
may seem to interpret as signs,
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