Written for the patrons at the pub.
Within a single heartbeatechoes of loveshape the very mannerin which we worktogether. Inwardly our minds turnwe listen to the cadenceof every romanticthought that fillsour mind. Our fervour reaches deepinto that place,that oh so special place,where body, soul and mindbecome one.
Tuesday, February 19, 2013
Tuesday, February 5, 2013
Fantasy
Written for the visitors to the pub at Dverse. Enjoy. Feedback and criticism welcome!
A fantasy worldexisting only for you and I.No interruptions, no cares.A longing glance, filled with love A dream come true,you allowed me tobe with you. To make youhappy is myone true desire. Whirling thoughts echoaround my head. Laughter let looseits frivolous sounds. In a worldexisting for us alone. A smile. A wink.Playfully we look at each otherignoring the beautyof the world around us. A warm embrace, a glass of winea crackling fire, the sound of rainsoft music fills the air.A love so tender, so richthis night can’t end. A tear falls from your eye! Why the sadness?I hear you crying. The dream is over,fantasy evolves into reality. You and I existonly withinthe deep recessesof my sleeping mind. I awaken, cold and alone.tears stain my cheeks. Wrapped in the cocoonof my blankets, I tryto find you again.
A fantasy worldexisting only for you and I.No interruptions, no cares.A longing glance, filled with love A dream come true,you allowed me tobe with you. To make youhappy is myone true desire. Whirling thoughts echoaround my head. Laughter let looseits frivolous sounds. In a worldexisting for us alone. A smile. A wink.Playfully we look at each otherignoring the beautyof the world around us. A warm embrace, a glass of winea crackling fire, the sound of rainsoft music fills the air.A love so tender, so richthis night can’t end. A tear falls from your eye! Why the sadness?I hear you crying. The dream is over,fantasy evolves into reality. You and I existonly withinthe deep recessesof my sleeping mind. I awaken, cold and alone.tears stain my cheeks. Wrapped in the cocoonof my blankets, I tryto find you again.
Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Deliverance
Written for the pub patrons at dversepoets
You seek release frombondage, subjugation ofcold dark night. Shaking shoulders, wrackedwith grief over a lovethat never existed, you cryaloud, begging warmth andintimacy to wind aroundyour forgotten soul. I see you, your pain restson my heart.I cry tears of sorrow,your torment almosttoo much to bear. I come to liberate youfrom your personalhell. I take you into my warmth,cloak you with compassionsurround you withsomething new. Your mind is meldedwithin the depths of mine.Our thoughts mingle,jesting and playfullyprodding laughter out ofa darkened pit Your voice trapsbreath in my throat.No songbird has sungwith such angelic tones Your body is a canvas,artist’s fingers arebrushes.Swirling patterns of loveappear as if by magicon your perfect skin. Your kiss so sweetsoft and sensuous.passion riseswith your touch. My heart beats wildly,sings rhapsodies of joy.You discovered love.My love.
You seek release frombondage, subjugation ofcold dark night. Shaking shoulders, wrackedwith grief over a lovethat never existed, you cryaloud, begging warmth andintimacy to wind aroundyour forgotten soul. I see you, your pain restson my heart.I cry tears of sorrow,your torment almosttoo much to bear. I come to liberate youfrom your personalhell. I take you into my warmth,cloak you with compassionsurround you withsomething new. Your mind is meldedwithin the depths of mine.Our thoughts mingle,jesting and playfullyprodding laughter out ofa darkened pit Your voice trapsbreath in my throat.No songbird has sungwith such angelic tones Your body is a canvas,artist’s fingers arebrushes.Swirling patterns of loveappear as if by magicon your perfect skin. Your kiss so sweetsoft and sensuous.passion riseswith your touch. My heart beats wildly,sings rhapsodies of joy.You discovered love.My love.
Thursday, January 24, 2013
January 24, 2013
I am writing. I am writing a fair bit. I have published a number of poems on my website this month, and I am proud of each of them. They have been received differently. One of them fell flat, and garnered no response online, and the verbal response was not great. Most people were shocked by the style, the darkness. It was not me, not my usual style of writing. Very true, but as with everything I publish, I like it. I understand that not everybody likes everything, and that's ok. The important thing is that I am writing. So far, 2013 has been very kind to my words and thoughts. And I hope to explore different styles, different themes and different words. It's what keeps it fresh.
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Tuesday, January 22, 2013
A Whispered Glance
Posted for #OpenLinkNight at DVersePoets Pub
A whispered glancethat peeks out from yourdowncast eyes becomesa muted greeting. Your voice is shrouded in silence,as if the mystery of what you sayis to remainonly a thought. Sshhh! Don't think aloud;share what only wesee. A look into the crystal ballshows us the pastthat doesn't matter,and a future whichexists in our hopesand dreams. Shout from the heights!Share our joywith the skeptics andnaysayers. We win!Love always wins. I want the world to knowthat you and I work.Our love knows no bounds,our desires and passionsgrow with time. But we're silent.The stars allude to usas their brightness fillsthe midnight sky, yetthey refrain from fallinginto the hearts of thosewho need to hear ourprofession of love. But that glance,the whispered glancethat brushes overmy heart tells meeverything I need to know. You love me.&I love you.
A whispered glancethat peeks out from yourdowncast eyes becomesa muted greeting. Your voice is shrouded in silence,as if the mystery of what you sayis to remainonly a thought. Sshhh! Don't think aloud;share what only wesee. A look into the crystal ballshows us the pastthat doesn't matter,and a future whichexists in our hopesand dreams. Shout from the heights!Share our joywith the skeptics andnaysayers. We win!Love always wins. I want the world to knowthat you and I work.Our love knows no bounds,our desires and passionsgrow with time. But we're silent.The stars allude to usas their brightness fillsthe midnight sky, yetthey refrain from fallinginto the hearts of thosewho need to hear ourprofession of love. But that glance,the whispered glancethat brushes overmy heart tells meeverything I need to know. You love me.&I love you.
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