April 28, 2013

 

 

She was a virgin of her own choosing.

Not yet de-flowered, a sexual coward,

and heiress of untrodden sand.

Her body a temple, a shrine,

a wonderland of undiscovered treasure,

and only she held the key in her hand.

 

 

 

April 3, 2013

 

 

T’is not to question why,

when vicious teeth, grind up

the evidence of mass deceit.

 

T’is not to wonder what that bin

contains, amongst shredded strips

where nonsense now remains?

 

T’is not to dwell on hell in

printed form. Scars papered

over never beat a storm.

 

T’is not to piece together

from the past, a love now lost,

that never was to last.

 

 

 

 

Ever ongoing

Always unfinished

No signature in evidence

Yet no less diminished

 

The true bond of friendship

A hand to extend

The offer of love

No beginning, no end.

 

No distance too far

No time frame to meet

Ever ongoing, when

two hearts softly beat.

 

 

 

 

 

Love so new, so naked, so raw

So unashamedly exposed

So instantaneously moving

 

This thing they call love is

not love at all, but merely lust,

and the work of the devil.

 

 

March 6, 2013

 

 

So that’s it then, the end of an era,

all finished, there’s no going back.

Seconds from now he’ll turn and leave,

becoming the saddest joker in the pack.

 

What they had, they knew, was priceless.

A chance meeting and then he moved in.

The house for a while rang with laughter,

but time now, to take defeat on the chin.

 

They both gave it full-on commitment,

and for a time lived out their dream.

Nothing could ever compare to it,

but it’s over, and now tears stream.

 

Parting is such agonising sorrow, and never

more so than when it’s the end of the line.

Their paths mustn’t ever cross again, so

at each other they look, for the very last time.

 

 

February 17, 2013

 

 

From the moment he laid eyes on her

he was entranced;

captivated by her stunning aura.

She, with wonderful copper coloured hair

bound attractively into a loose chignon;

a soft fringe framing her gentle face.

His heart raced.

She was the most elegant lady

he had ever seen,

and he, just a mere boy

of only thirteen.

He took sneaky peeks at her in assembly

as they all stood together in prayer.

She wore the most luscious

mauve coloured, mohair,

cowl necked sweater,

and deep purple pencil style skirt.

Shiny black patent stiletto shoes

completed her look.

He was so much in love

that it hurt.

She was the new geography teacher,

and spoke of Norwegian fiords

and Cornish tin mines

and rock formations

and the equator.

He needed a translator,

for it all went over his head, as

he sat transfixed by her beauty,

traumatised by her smile,

and lost in a universe of his own.

 

 

February 6, 2013

 

 

I can promise you the moon

to guide you through the dark.

I can promise you the light

at break of day.

 

I can promise you the sun

but not always on demand.

I can promise you four seasons,

in one day, but not as planned.

 

I can promise you sweet williams

and geraniums and roses.

I can promise you warm arms, when

on my chest, your head reposes.

 

I can promise you my tears

if before me, you depart.

I can promise evermore to you,

my ever loving heart.

 

 

 

 

 

I’m not the most obvious valentine

ever to walk your way.

But I would take good care of you

if you decided to stay.

 

I’m not the most intimate lover

ever to take your hand.

But I would be the happiest guy ever

if you were to accept my wedding band.

 

 

 

 

Oh Valentine, I suppose you’ll do,

I’m too old to search for another.

I’ve paid the price, it has to be said,

for simply not listening to mother.

 

Oh Valentine, you drive me nuts,

but I’d be lost without you, I know.

I’m far too tired to ‘break in’ another,

so let’s get on with the show.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I know you belong to another

and that I’m pushing my luck,

by asking you out to dinner

now a friendship we have struck.

 

I know that I’m chancing my arm

but it really would give me a thrill,

if we could spend some time together

at that cosy hotel on top of the hill.

 

 

 

 

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