Tears From a Red Rose
The red rose is touched by dew :- Tears from a red rose Blood from her womb So few will know. Known by so few Tears from a red rose So few will know. Blood from her womb Tears from a red rose So few will know. © lovecanbereal A
The Plagiarist (My USB)
For those who cut/copy/paste/print out another's original work, from this site; and claim it as their own. Advice to other (original) CS poets: copy your work, to your own personal USB (or similar) as soon as you post. I have just looked at time of viewing stats for my work here; and seen that about 40 of my poems have been "viewed" in the space of ten minutes, which, to put it mildly, is pretty far-fetched. This leads me to suspect, that some mischief is at play here (I may be wrong).
The Lover
The World calls her a slut;- In reality, she's a High Priestess. Not seeking the World's riches She burns as she finds. The World calls him a player In reality, he is a man on the Road. Being made Whole By the kindness of a stranger. What
Caroleen
* Sydney Northern Beaches suburb ** Standard drink size in NSW.
To all the Girls
To all the girls I've been with - here's to you To every little whimsy of our hearts - For true lovers only - there's been a few Who made me die inside when we're apart. Seldom did I find it - a love that's true Too quickly did most women then d
Robyn (The Cougar)
Once when I was twenty-two a cougar Did take me in to be her special cub. If only for a week - it was sweet sugar (When I was young I could not get enough). So rolling every night we in the sheets were - In Newtown at your house (well life is to
Girl at a Bus Stop
I was walking home with the Sunday paper - got tired sat down. A few seats up from you blonde girl. I am shy - you crossed your legs towards me. Sunglasses like black coals on your face. Frizz of blonde hair tousled in the wi
Unfaithful
He tries to kiss away her tears That flow like rivulets of melted lead To her pillow. Inconsolable the salty flood Courses wetly down the Anguished aspect of her face - As she cries out her sorrow. For he has been unfaithful (She knows
To the Wife and Girlfriend Bashers
* I have zero respect for any "man" who uses violence against a woman...
Carla - "Free Spins"
* The popular dating website. ** An outer South West Sydney suburb. *** An outer South West Sydney (semi rural) suburb. **** TAB (Totalisator Agency Board) betting shop. ***** Winx - very famous Australian racehorse. ****** Trainer of Winx ******* Poker Machines ^ Just sticking up for the trots (harness races). I would never run down Winx, who is undeniably the World's Best Racehorse. (What I mean, in the context of this poem, is that Winx is just so incredibly good, that she always starts at short odds; and is therefore not a viable betting proposition). (Comment added 5/11/18). © lovecanbereal All rights reserved
Dianna
* stunner, Aussie slang for extremely good-looking woman.
Women
Women - that's why I write poems about them Because they drive me crazy. To remember everything thats happened Before memory is hazy. All I can do is think of memories made To treasure each moment of sweet seduction. Oasis in a desert are ea
My Female Other Half - Past Lives
Reincarnation; or a change in form = transcendence. Death - the E.N.D? No - Energy Never Dies.
Lisa
* Inner South West Sydney suburb. ** Originally published as "Lisa(Meg)"
One Day
One day I'll put my poems in proper order - Until then, you must now bear with me. Making sense of my life's general disorder And to write on until I become free. The stories that I paint with my words were At one time true - as you will come to
The Arabian Horse
On the cusp of beauty, you were born Before this World had its modern form. Atavar and Spirit much older than us Existence formed from the deserts' dust. Imprinted in time, dissolved on the wind Generous in spirit, eye that is kind. Givin
I'm Back
Hi to all of the CS poets - here's a sonnet of sorts Oh how I've missed what you all have to say - And hooray, hooray, I'm back online today. © lovecanbereal
A Woman Is
A Woman is Eternal mystery. See through The heart Of Man In one Swift glance. Can you remember this Men - in your vanity? All that we know in our history Has happened When a woman Took a chance. Without a woman Man is incomple
SharonF
* An inner west Sydney suburb.
When Music Speaks
All CS poets, please write on! Poetry must not be allowed to die!
The Right Girl
One day I'll find the right girl She will be my one and only. If I have to search half the World Then I'll be no longer lonely. I know my wants, and my dreams For my heart's desire. If love is true then it seems To burn like hottest fire.
Bali (Trip 1 - circa 1990)
Well so it was the plane was born aloft - Goodbye Sydney (if only for a week). Tarmac vanished as up into the soft Clouds the big bird flew (we felt like sheikhs) - Not like jaded jet setters (who did this oft);- So happily we settled in our sea
No More Love
(*) I've given up on internet dating, maybe I can meet a nice girl down by the bus stop, or on the train - or something. (**) No more love - (except for CS poets and poetesses).
Orphans in the heart
The difference between platonic, unrequited, and consummated love? If we knew all of the differences we would be wise indeed.
Flirting
That I could feign to make a sportive play Or when I think a girl could be serious Perhaps coming after feelings of dismay Or last girlfriend becoming deleterious So we broke up, and do then as we may Her subtle signs becoming more mysterious Y
What Makes a Woman Beautiful?
With apologies to any woman legally blind/vision impaired, who may be just as beautiful inside.
High Above
High above - somewhere in the firmament Before we're born it seems our die is cast And destiny amid this life's entanglement Shines softly forth - like moonlight on a path. Our loves and lovers neither of us know The folly of our youth - tru
Food for Lovers
Love's food tonight? - the substance of your caress; - If substance abuse, - then guilty - I confess! Not much that I can say - so please take heed - Your female essence - is the substance of my need. I sometimes kiss when to a kiss responded
Residential School Fun
* Name changed ** Towns changed
My 100th Poem
I hope this explains some of the themes, behind my previous poems. * Some use of irony here.
To a Troll
Inspired by recent troll attacks on CS poets, who, don't forget, put their work up here for free, for all to enjoy.
My Wandering Star
A poem about Megan - my first girlfriend - and my first love - in High School. A recollection of a moment of introspection, one Summer's night at Wentworth Falls Lake. (In the Upper Blue Mountains; about 100 km west of Sydney). Thanks for all your reads - lcbr.
When I remember
When one heart calls to another Everything else seems far away Just like in a daydream I remember your reflection Just like another spring brings Forth new growth Just like another memory Treasured, can be lost Or just another haunted re
Now You've Gone
I see someone like you In sweeping summer rain And nothing I could do Would fix my heart again. A stranger's eyes flash fire Of lost romantic chance The chaos of our lives And broken circumstance. I dream of you at night Your spirit haun
Burnt Out Old Lover
A burn't out old lover I Though I've still a spark of chemistry. I'm still able but lack the will Disillusioned and lonely still. At least my poetry isn't fake Although I may be an old rake. Many women I have known Through a heart that I've
Girl Falling from Grace
I see you girl - in the corner of this pub I see the sorrow in your downcast eyes, I see you nod your head - as now a drug - Holds you close with its deceit and bitter lies. The air around you cloyed - as in a fug - The glasses on your table st
My First Time
* Sydney's "red light" district. ** (I'm being ironic here - not exactly the "cradle of civilization"). *** YOTS = Well-known Sydney Christian charity helping street kids **** Due to out-of-control alcohol/drug-fueled violence, pubs, nightclubs, etc are closed to new patrons at 1 am (Lockout Laws). Many say this has harmed businesses and destroyed the nightlife. ^ I've quoted a line here, from the Australian film Blue Murder
Stood Up (apology accepted)
We made a date - I couldn't wait to see her (And there is no love the cynics say). Well, maybe I'm just a hopeless dreamer - With nothing new to show except dismay. On my part no intention to deceive her;- That all the stars in all their glitter
Banksia (one night stand)
* "on the piss" = Australian colloquialism for drinking. ** Banksia = inner South West suburb of Sydney. (Be honest - we've nearly all been there). Thanks for all your reads
Life (time)
Look at our birth - does it ever seem a curse? Or a miracle that happens - nothing more? Does our time go on endlessly - or worse? Or does full life time break us like a whore? All that I hope, - is we should find some peace - All that I hope,
Young Lovers
Two lovers came upon a woody brake And entered there within - their leave to take Across their heads a bow of leafy briar Which interlaced below a bright blue sky. Nature had there formed a perfect cradle - Cover to young love was thus enabled
Swimming Out to Wedding Cake and Back.
Coogee - a Sydney beach. Wedding Cake Island - a small rocky atoll, about 1 km from shore, and about 6 to 8 feet above sea level. I did this when I was 23. I have my brother, and his two friends as witnesses to this - including a Mr EC, and a Mr PW - (who made and lost this bet with me). Other people I know wonder why I do not want to go skydiving. Might leave this for a bit later in life - like in the movie "The Bucket List".