September 27, 2013

 

 

He looked her up.

He got in touch.

He crossed his fingers.

He hoped for luck.

 

He opened wounds.

He touched raw nerves.

He shed real tears.

He showed he cared.

 

He exposed his heart.

He bared his soul.

He knew once more,

He had lost control.

 

He fantasised

He knocked on wood.

He became wide eyed.

He misunderstood.

 

He walked away.

He now realised why,

He would never return.

He waved a last goodbye.

 

 

September 24, 2013

 

 

To make of this

a stolen kiss.

A world within

a world of bliss.

 

To magnify,

to multiply.

To think more of

what it could imply?

 

To make of this

a serpent’s hiss.

Sugar coated venom,

a sure near miss?

 

To qualify,

to justify.

To stand alone

and testify.

 

To make of this

a random whim.

A step too far,

too near to him?

 

To contemplate,

to tempt old fate.

To cross the line

and complicate.

 

To make of this

and nothing more

a barrel of trouble

waiting in store?

 

To southward turn,

to no more yearn.

To break free now,

and bridges burn.

 

To make of this

a planted seed.

A dormant pod

never to succeed?

 

Too sad to see

two tears that flow.

To know in truth

love can never grow?

 

To make of this

a stolen kiss.

A world within

a world of bliss.

 

To pull apart,

to quietly depart.

To self protect

a breaking heart?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

September 21, 2013

 

 

In every word of sentiment,

a testament of heaven spent.

 

In every thought of anger sent,

a detachment from good intent.

 

In every dream he did invent,

a flawed fragment of sediment

 

In every wish that he never went,

a sleepless night of discontent.

 

 

 

September 17, 2013

 

 

To different ports they’ll travel –

Going, going, gone.

No sadder time than the departure,

when passing ships, sail on.

 

 

 

September 16, 2013

 

 

Now long lost love is

but a dying ember,

and times well spent,

they won’t remember.

 

On a forgotten spool

or misplaced tape,

lies an unreachable love,

from which there’s no escape.

 

For no magic key

or combination number,

can unlock those days,

that are but silent slumber.

 

Forever, like tomorrow,

means infinity at the time,

but in reality, tomorrow,

becomes a mausoleum shrine.

 

 

 

 

 

He never said a word,

he didn’t need to.

His eyes said it all,

and she knew what

she must do.

 

He didn’t promise the moon,

he didn’t need to.

His touch said it all,

and to herself she

must be true.

 

He never knew her name,

he didn’t need to.

But she lives on in his mind,

and helps to get

him through.

 

He shouldn’t have crossed the line

but felt he had to.

And now, a lifetime later,

still recalls a love

he never knew!

 

 

 

August 24, 2013

 

 

Do you want to meet up

in that shady nook,

where, as youngsters and lovers,

of love, we partook?

 

Do you dare to reopen

your memory book,

and relive times long forgotten

that on the back burner cook?

 

Or do you care to resist,

and not even look,

at that time, when as lovers,

of love, we mistook?

 

 

 

July 29, 2013

 

 

Lost memories of sweet Louise

return to me with the summer breeze.

I see her face, her anxious smile,

as the car drove on, mile after mile.

 

Each crying branch of trees we passed

all knew the journey would be our last.

Each traffic light that was on red

only added to, the heartfelt dread.

 

Such memories of sweet Louise

A treasure trove, to me, are these.

Her arrival came, and soon she went

And those few hours were all we spent.

 

 

July 27, 2013

 

 

 

 

Oh fool when in the

highlight of thy youth,

was reckless and one

has to say – uncouth.

 

Oh fool when in the  

midst of middle age,

by then had loved and

lost, in rampant rage.

 

Oh fool when in the

twilight of thy life,

realised a dream to take

a virgin wife.

 

Oh fool who on thy

death bed finally lay,

wouldn’t have ever

changed a single day.

 

 

 

July 15, 2013

 

 

Oh passionate soul

with urgent needs

and hunger the catalyst

that on survival feeds.

Seek ye not the path

where nettles lay

in the dense undergrowth

of yesterday.

 

 

 

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