Overflowing

I haven't written for the patrons at the pub for a while, so this one is for them. Cheers!

Mistakes. Part of life,

says this foolish man

who has made plenty.

Aye, my cup is full

with remnants of memories.

Rash decisions that seemed

good at the time.

That very cup used to hold

a heart, beating wildly

with thoughts of a future

planned to perfection.

(was this the mistake?)

Listening to rules,

feeling guilty about being

so unsure...doubting everything.

Doubt lingers, the cup

spills over with present,

past and future.

Mistakes of the past

often turn into

blessings for the future.

Erroneous choices don't define

who I turned out to be.

Doubt gets redefined

to wondering

(what if?)

Mistakes I have made,

and will make again.

But I've learned to drink

from the cup

so it doesn't

overflow.

March 6, 2013

Good evening, dear reader.

Do you see the change? The website has officially moved to Google. This transition was the one I was dreading most, and to be honest I was not even sure I was going to do it. Fifafan.ca has been hosted by MacHighway for quite a while, and they have been a wonderful host. I also enjoyed working with Wordpress a lot. Leaving MacHighway and Wordpress comes with some disadvantages. I no longer have my @fifafan.ca email addresses. I no longer have the customization ability that Wordpress gives me. Those are the two main ones. But change is as good as the rest, and I admit that going Google will give me a little more piece of mind. I no longer have to worry about my site getting hacked because of an outdated piece of code lingering about in the database. I no longer have to worry about remembering to do the updates of the many plugins that I used in Wordpress. I no longer have to pay for a webhost. And I can post to my blog by email! Yes the decision to move was hard, but in the end I will be happy with it. I can still customize the look quite a bit, so it will stay fresh. And so, my full transition to Google Apps is almost complete. As I've always said...Google is my friend.

Until next time, good night.

FF

Heartbeat

Written for the patrons at the pub.

Within a single heartbeat

echoes of love

shape the very manner

in which we work

together.

 

Inwardly our minds turn

we listen to the cadence

of every romantic

thought that fills

our mind.

 

Our fervour reaches deep

into that place,

that oh so special place,

where body, soul and mind

become one.

Fantasy

Written for the visitors to the pub at Dverse. Enjoy. Feedback and criticism welcome!

A fantasy world

existing only for you and I.

No interruptions, no cares.

A longing glance, filled with love

 

A dream come true,

you allowed me to

be with you. To make you

happy is my

one true desire.

 

Whirling thoughts echo

around my head.

 

Laughter let loose

its frivolous sounds. In a world

existing for us alone.

 

A smile. A wink.

Playfully we look at each other

ignoring the beauty

of the world around us.

 

A warm embrace, a glass of wine

a crackling fire, the sound of rain

soft music fills the air.

A love so tender, so rich

this 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 exist

only within

the deep recesses

of my sleeping mind.

 

I awaken, cold and alone.

tears stain my cheeks.

 

Wrapped in the cocoon

of my blankets, I try

to find you again.

Deliverance

 Written for the pub patrons at dversepoets

You seek release from

bondage, subjugation of

cold dark night.

 

Shaking shoulders, wracked

with grief over a love

that never existed, you cry

aloud, begging warmth and

intimacy to wind around

your forgotten soul.

 

I see you, your pain rests

on my heart.

I cry tears of sorrow,

your torment almost

too much to bear.

 

I come to liberate you

from your personal

hell.

 

I take you into my warmth,

cloak you with compassion

surround you with

something new.

 

Your mind is melded

within the depths of mine.

Our thoughts mingle,

jesting and playfully

prodding laughter out of

a darkened pit

 

Your voice traps

breath in my throat.

No songbird has sung

with such angelic tones

 

Your body is a canvas,

artist’s fingers are

brushes.

Swirling patterns of love

appear as if by magic

on your perfect skin.

 

Your kiss so sweet

soft and sensuous.

passion rises

with your touch.

 

My heart beats wildly,

sings rhapsodies of joy.

You discovered love.

My love.