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Shadow Lands






 Shadow Lands



I have been into the Shadow lands,
Searching for some time;
A thousand deaths – and then rebirth,
Yet, still I cannot find.
There are deserts now, where oceans flowed,
And fertile lands emerged;
Ice deserted mountains are what remain,
Of a poisoned tortured earth.

I have been into the Shadow lands,
With emperors and kings,
Seen them rise to mighty heights,
Then crumble down again.
I died at the siege of captured Troy,
Again, in the falling days of Rome,
I rode on the Steppes, with Genghis Khan
When half of the world we knew, he owned.

I have been into the Shadow lands,
And once I found you there,
Our life was short, but beautiful;
Until you disappeared.
Many times I thought I'd found you,
But they always turned out wrong,
You have come to me in many dreams,
But when I awake, you have already gone.

I have been into the Shadow lands,
And am destined to remain;
Another birth – a change of face -
Always a different name.
While you rest in your Shadow land
Where all things stay as one;
In life, you held such beauty,
I see in death, it has not gone.




John Anthony Fingleton 





John Anthony Fingleton: Was born in Cork City, in the Republic of Ireland. Now living in Paraguay South America. Poems published in journals and anthologies in Ireland, UK, USA, India and France as well as three plays produced. Poet of the Year (2016) Destiny Poets International Community. Poems read on Irish and American radio as well in Spanish on South American broadcasts. Contributed to four books of poetry for children. Has poems published in Spillwords, Alien Bhudda, The Red Door and numerous national and international journals, reviews, and anthologies.


Poet of the Month (March 2019) Our Poetry Archive. Poet of the Month (April 2019) The League of Poets. First solo collection ´Poems from the Shadowlands´ was published in November 2017, 'Words That Found Me' December 2019 'Poems From The Banks' January 2020 and 'Poems from a Restricted Place' April 2020 which are all available on Amazon.

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  1. I like my poetry like I like my women: with an air of mystery. This fits the bill.

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