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December 18, 2013
Dear temptress of my soul, I cry
as with sorrow, I bade thee goodbye.
You warmed my heart with love so hot.
My inhibitions, I soon forgot.
Oh temptress at my bending knee,
no more can I afford your fee.
I cannot see you anymore,
for soon I will have, children four.
Forever you will always be,
my calming ride on a tempestuous sea.
And when weary grow my eyes at night,
I will dream of you until morning light.
He moved into her house,
but never offered the rent word.
He climbed into her bed,
but never professed the love word.
He assumed they would be one,
but never said the ring word.
She realised things weren’t right,
but withheld the go word.
She changed the locks in time,
but never mentioned the key word
She woke up all alone, and smiling,
thought of the ‘free’ word.
December 3, 2013
A simple tug of the heartstrings,
the thread invisible to the eye.
A daring blink, unintentionally carnal,
that moves a man to sigh.
A second glance, always the thriller,
the one that ignites the fire,
and sets the wheels in motion,
and stirs up, new found desire.
And then ’game on’, the age old story,
of, could we, should we, oh why not?
At that moment all seems possible,
‘What’s to lose?’ for an instant, forgot!
And after, the final look that is the killer,
the one that says ‘ no longer for hire’.
The one that cools off hot emotion,
that went right down to the wire.
December 1, 2013
The burning desire,
now but an ember.
But never to be forgotten,
is that life changing December.
For her the one-
over others, he outshone.
When she turned her back,
alas, he was gone.
For him the one,
and when he was gone,
he knew at once,
over others, she outshone.
For them, too late-
too much pride at stake.
Both stubborn as mules,
with no give and take.
November 8, 2013
There’s a lady who haunts him
and nags at his brain,
and re-appears in his dreams
again and again.
Although, once real,
now an image of his past,
she sits there undaunted,
her vision colourfast.
This lady so gentle,
still vibrant in his mind,
outshines all the others-
to her faults, he is blind.
This lady so powerful
with penetrative powers
now keeps him sane,
in long waking hours.
Why this lady of all ladies?
God only knows?
She taught him so much,
and caressed away his woes.
She beckoned him closer,
She mopped his brow.
They made love by moonlight-
Oh, how he longed for her now!
She was gone by the morning,
always promising to return.
The intensity of her passion,
would make his heart yearn.
This lady who came,
again and again,
had now disappeared,
but lives on in his brain.
And when cold winters arrive,
causing the nights to draw in,
that’s the worst time of all,
as old seasonal memories begin.
Oh sweet Arabella, make of me what you will.
Your opinion counts, your voice gives me a thrill.
When you turn away, I can feel the chill.
So sweet Arabella, my dearest wish please fulfil.
Take pity on this boy, for dear mercy’s sake.
Sweet Arabella, I beg you, give me a break.
I toss and turn and stay wide awake,
until dawn rises, and finds me with heartache.
Sweet Arabella, don’t put me through the mill.
I can’t give you diamonds, nor dress you to kill.
but we could live in a cottage, up on the hill.
Say you’ll pledge me your love, forever, until….
So sweet Arabella, it’s as much as I can stand.
The choice is one that only you can command.
If you are not there tomorrow, sat by the lake,
I’ll know you’ve chosen, that handsome boy Jake.
October 27, 2013
When loves first harvest they were reaping
and tender heartbeats started leaping,
little did they know what memories
would always be theirs for the keeping.
Now only silent tears come creeping,
caused by internal weeping.
A sudden thought of times gone by,
when side by side, they were sleeping.
October 11, 2013
When the waves
on the shoreline
cease to exist,
and gone forever is
the morning mist-
I’ll still be loving you.
When the pyramids
collapse that are
older than time,
and church bells
never again do chime-
I’ll still be loving you.
When each year
the Christmas season
begins in December,
and the build up to it
no longer starts in September-
I’ll still be loving you.
When stores have sold all the
sofa’s, that in the world,
are for sale,
and every footballer is
as good as Gareth Bale-
I’ll still be loving you.
When men replace
the seat, along with
the toilet lid,
and women discover the
remote, from where it is hid-
I’ll still be loving you.
When I’ve taken leave
of my senses, and flown
to a paradise Isle,
with waves on the shoreline
making me smile-
I’ll still be loving you.
October 2, 2013
She had never known the likes
of that wild bucking steer.
He was out to win her heart,
but only filled her with fear.
She didn’t approve of him,
she made that clear.
He adored himself,
and drank too much beer.
He invited her to the Rodeo.
He was handsome and slim.
He began to tickle her fancy –
said his name was Texas Jim.
He promised to behave,
so she let down her guard.
But as day turned into night,
she saw through his façade.
So with unfinished business
the order of the day,
she turned her back
and sent him away.
But she couldn’t forget him,
his voice rang out in her ear.
Every face she saw,
was his, coming near.
Then quite out of the blue,
he came back to see her.
Drat the persistence of
that wild bucking steer!
She never spoke of him
from that day to this,
but never forgot his
last, lingering kiss.
And even now, in her dotage,
sat in her old rocking chair,
she stares at the night stillness
and pictures him there.
She knew him only briefly,
but is still moved to tears.
when wondering what became
of her wild bucking steer.