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Mystery
It’s amazing you know
How long my body has remained
Such a mystery to me
I had a heart once
But it bled to death
Eyes that once saw
As clear as a bell
(Why do they say that?)
Are now blurred and raw
Skin that was smooth
Hangs like wrinkled washing
And my eyebrows have decided
To have a mind of their own
Whilst my head goes on thinning
My ears have new growth
My nose is getting bigger
(I suppose it’s a thirst for knowledge?)
And my hands
That never seemed to frown
Are gloriously speckled brown
I remember the days
When I was six foot two
And my feet had size nine shoes
Now a size eight slipper will do
I shall not talk about teeth
For we have parted our ways
And the magnificent browns
Have all turned to greys
But I will soldier on
Though I think my rifle is empty
Still nothing to fire at
When the browns turn to greys
How long my body has remained
Such a mystery to me
I had a heart once
But it bled to death
Eyes that once saw
As clear as a bell
(Why do they say that?)
Are now blurred and raw
Skin that was smooth
Hangs like wrinkled washing
And my eyebrows have decided
To have a mind of their own
Whilst my head goes on thinning
My ears have new growth
My nose is getting bigger
(I suppose it’s a thirst for knowledge?)
And my hands
That never seemed to frown
Are gloriously speckled brown
I remember the days
When I was six foot two
And my feet had size nine shoes
Now a size eight slipper will do
I shall not talk about teeth
For we have parted our ways
And the magnificent browns
Have all turned to greys
But I will soldier on
Though I think my rifle is empty
Still nothing to fire at
When the browns turn to greys
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Posted: Sep 2010
About this poem:
good job I am still a hunk then!!
(To be with You )
No road would not far for me if it leads me to you.
Distance would be nothing, If our hearts honest to one another..!!
If every word I said made you smile..!!
I would say forever!!
If every song I sang make you happy..!!
I would sing forever..!!
If counting stars above the sky to be with you..
I would count without tire to be with you !!
If dreaming is only way to be with you forver !!
I would never wakeup and open my eyes...
(Just to be with You)
Distance would be nothing, If our hearts honest to one another..!!
If every word I said made you smile..!!
I would say forever!!
If every song I sang make you happy..!!
I would sing forever..!!
If counting stars above the sky to be with you..
I would count without tire to be with you !!
If dreaming is only way to be with you forver !!
I would never wakeup and open my eyes...
(Just to be with You)
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Posted: Jun 2009
About this poem:
I wrote....
"Behind the red Door"
who'd dare knock
for behind's the unknown
a quest to muster the strength to see
oh it's not what you think
only what you feel
for the feelings good
the think is scarey
too close to the past
to be brought to the now
there's a window in the door
hmmm slight glimpse you'll see
blinds open one glide
eye to the glass
on the wall ahead . . . . . . . .
a mirrored eye from your side of the pane ~
for behind's the unknown
a quest to muster the strength to see
oh it's not what you think
only what you feel
for the feelings good
the think is scarey
too close to the past
to be brought to the now
there's a window in the door
hmmm slight glimpse you'll see
blinds open one glide
eye to the glass
on the wall ahead . . . . . . . .
a mirrored eye from your side of the pane ~
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Posted: Aug 2009
About this poem:
Introspect? Imagine, sitting here an it's the colour of my back door, an write it into a verse lol.
Come with me...
Come with me,
I have chosen you from many,
I think we’ll be a great team, on the journey of life,
Come with me...
Come with me,
Yes, I’m grey and you’re not,
But that offers advantages to you,
Yes, my heart has much less beats left than yours,
But, it will be totally yours,
Come with me...
Come with me,
My neurons have much more mileage than yours,
But when I think of you, they sparkle and go into a scintillating kind of overdrive, and I find myself entranced in a pleasurable daydream about us,
Come with me...
Come with me,
We’ll have a lot of fun, interspersed with kundalini rides of note,
As you add your hand to the plough,
Inviting me to cultivate your ineffable orchard,
Leaving us bellowing for sheer effort,
Come with me...
Come with me,
At times, the ride of life will be bumpy,
Leaving me whimpering like a puppy dog,
And all I’ll want to do is bury my head in your bosom,
And allow its ageless healing power to fill me with recuperation,
Come with me...
Come with me,
Why?
I’m weary of talking with myself,
I want to talk with you,
I want to look into your young eyes and open the deepest chambers of my soul to you,
I’ll let you in where no one has been before,
We will not merely converse,
Nay, we’ll enjoy a fathomless communion,
And I sooo look forward to being allowed to enter your secret chambers and enjoying the incomparable delight of your ancient soul, belying your sparse years on this 3rd orb from the sun,
Oh, come with me, come...
Come with me,
I offer no guarantees,
But, I offer a willing and devoted spirit,
One that still has ‘wonder-lust’ to see more beautiful places, or visit some again,
But, I want to see them with you,
My spirit seeks total union with yours,
Don’t say no, it’s going to be desolate without you,
My hopeful and tremulous hand is open and waiting for yours,
Clasp it and,
Come with me, come my sweet darling,
Come with me...
I have chosen you from many,
I think we’ll be a great team, on the journey of life,
Come with me...
Come with me,
Yes, I’m grey and you’re not,
But that offers advantages to you,
Yes, my heart has much less beats left than yours,
But, it will be totally yours,
Come with me...
Come with me,
My neurons have much more mileage than yours,
But when I think of you, they sparkle and go into a scintillating kind of overdrive, and I find myself entranced in a pleasurable daydream about us,
Come with me...
Come with me,
We’ll have a lot of fun, interspersed with kundalini rides of note,
As you add your hand to the plough,
Inviting me to cultivate your ineffable orchard,
Leaving us bellowing for sheer effort,
Come with me...
Come with me,
At times, the ride of life will be bumpy,
Leaving me whimpering like a puppy dog,
And all I’ll want to do is bury my head in your bosom,
And allow its ageless healing power to fill me with recuperation,
Come with me...
Come with me,
Why?
I’m weary of talking with myself,
I want to talk with you,
I want to look into your young eyes and open the deepest chambers of my soul to you,
I’ll let you in where no one has been before,
We will not merely converse,
Nay, we’ll enjoy a fathomless communion,
And I sooo look forward to being allowed to enter your secret chambers and enjoying the incomparable delight of your ancient soul, belying your sparse years on this 3rd orb from the sun,
Oh, come with me, come...
Come with me,
I offer no guarantees,
But, I offer a willing and devoted spirit,
One that still has ‘wonder-lust’ to see more beautiful places, or visit some again,
But, I want to see them with you,
My spirit seeks total union with yours,
Don’t say no, it’s going to be desolate without you,
My hopeful and tremulous hand is open and waiting for yours,
Clasp it and,
Come with me, come my sweet darling,
Come with me...
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Aug 2011
Post CommentI Cycled Around The Moon
For I have cycled around the Moon
I know it took me
All of May and most of June
The surface was bumpy
And full of mounds and holes
I wasn’t aware that the Moon had Moles
I reached the dark side
And for some that could be a little scary
But I can assure you
There are no monsters or anything large and hairy
But I came equipped
I had my dynamo and a little black torch
And upon my bike
For protection I had built a nice thatched porch
But then I tried
To cycle that journey around your heart
But try as I might
I failed because we are so far apart
But here was a man
That had cycled all around the Moon
And when passion awaits
I could not be defeated by a mere sand dune
So I set of again
This time in the early breeze of March
So look for me
Over there underneath that famous arch
So as you
Sit on your rock and dream and stare
Wondering if
I will wave back to you from over there
So do not worry
For I have my dynamo and torch so small and black
And maybe one day
You will see me and be able to wave back
So off I went
With pedals and hope burning, reaching out for you
For I knew
That your love would be awaiting and oh so true
For I have cycled
So far and all around the silvery Moon
So I set of in March
To reach your heart by the end of June
I know it took me
All of May and most of June
The surface was bumpy
And full of mounds and holes
I wasn’t aware that the Moon had Moles
I reached the dark side
And for some that could be a little scary
But I can assure you
There are no monsters or anything large and hairy
But I came equipped
I had my dynamo and a little black torch
And upon my bike
For protection I had built a nice thatched porch
But then I tried
To cycle that journey around your heart
But try as I might
I failed because we are so far apart
But here was a man
That had cycled all around the Moon
And when passion awaits
I could not be defeated by a mere sand dune
So I set of again
This time in the early breeze of March
So look for me
Over there underneath that famous arch
So as you
Sit on your rock and dream and stare
Wondering if
I will wave back to you from over there
So do not worry
For I have my dynamo and torch so small and black
And maybe one day
You will see me and be able to wave back
So off I went
With pedals and hope burning, reaching out for you
For I knew
That your love would be awaiting and oh so true
For I have cycled
So far and all around the silvery Moon
So I set of in March
To reach your heart by the end of June
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Posted: Aug 2011
About this poem:
The circumference of the Moon is 6,790 miles, so I know all you ladies will be dashing for your sewing baskets reaching for the tape and measuring on the map how far you are from Alicante!. It must be me because I am only 6 inches she cried!.Male sarcasm and pure hope is raging here!. There is nothing worse than hopeless rage!. Those that know me then know I am only joking!, should I have bought a tandem??
Rob xx
Luminosity…
Many years ago, when I was still a young psychotherapist/hypnotherapist, I worked with a teacher whose heart was broken by her itinerant lover…,
She was a young and beautiful woman,
And, as she lay there on the couch, one day,
Tears softly adorning her face,
My heart went out to her…,
To my great joy, we had a major breakthrough that afternoon after several months of therapy,
Notice, I said we, for, therapy is always a collaborative effort,
One side alone, can never honestly take credit,
As the therapist, you reach out across the proverbial misery-river-Styx,
And you hope against hope, especially when you’re young and inexperienced as I was,
That your proffered hand will be accepted,
And that the healing will begin…,
Fortuitously for me, my extended hand was accepted and grasped, and the healing began…,
The joy I felt in my heart when she called me a few hours later to tell me how she was floating on ‘cloud nine’, cannot be measured or described…
Right this minute, a couple of decades later, I’m still ‘plying-my-trade’,
This time on my own wounded psyche,
I too, feel on ‘cloud-nine’, after a very soothing self-hypnosis session where I try to become one with light,
Aaahhh…, what a feeling…,
What bliss…,
I thought by sharing it with my friends on this corner, I may hang onto this nirvana a little longer,
Wishing you all whatever elixir you’re personally seeking my fellow-poets…,
Till next time…
She was a young and beautiful woman,
And, as she lay there on the couch, one day,
Tears softly adorning her face,
My heart went out to her…,
To my great joy, we had a major breakthrough that afternoon after several months of therapy,
Notice, I said we, for, therapy is always a collaborative effort,
One side alone, can never honestly take credit,
As the therapist, you reach out across the proverbial misery-river-Styx,
And you hope against hope, especially when you’re young and inexperienced as I was,
That your proffered hand will be accepted,
And that the healing will begin…,
Fortuitously for me, my extended hand was accepted and grasped, and the healing began…,
The joy I felt in my heart when she called me a few hours later to tell me how she was floating on ‘cloud nine’, cannot be measured or described…
Right this minute, a couple of decades later, I’m still ‘plying-my-trade’,
This time on my own wounded psyche,
I too, feel on ‘cloud-nine’, after a very soothing self-hypnosis session where I try to become one with light,
Aaahhh…, what a feeling…,
What bliss…,
I thought by sharing it with my friends on this corner, I may hang onto this nirvana a little longer,
Wishing you all whatever elixir you’re personally seeking my fellow-poets…,
Till next time…
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jul 2011
Post Comment~Royal White Dove~ (Macduff Challenge)
Gentle summer rain silk laden hair
Soft passing breeze waits in its flow
Allowing such beauty, rights to pass by.
Cheekbones of stature
Her scent fills the air
Tan lines of gold
Thoughts of desire, desire to hold.
My mind going crazy
While thoughts kiss her skin
A bistro a table
Stirred feelings within.
Her fingers dabble, violin plays
White dove fly's by in her fixed gaze
Lights on the cobblestone bring on the night
Gondolier singing, moon shining bright.
Catch of her breath stirs passion within
Her soft lips arrive, shes the best that I've seen
Moons cut like diamonds in the gondola's wake
Her beauty, her presence, my heart is in quake.
I've nothing to say as you've captured my voice
Your silent whispers filling the air
My eyes see your soul plated with gold
No words need be said, no stories be told.
As nights gentle breeze
Keeps you in flight
Soaring above
My "Royal White Dove"~
~Bentlee~
Soft passing breeze waits in its flow
Allowing such beauty, rights to pass by.
Cheekbones of stature
Her scent fills the air
Tan lines of gold
Thoughts of desire, desire to hold.
My mind going crazy
While thoughts kiss her skin
A bistro a table
Stirred feelings within.
Her fingers dabble, violin plays
White dove fly's by in her fixed gaze
Lights on the cobblestone bring on the night
Gondolier singing, moon shining bright.
Catch of her breath stirs passion within
Her soft lips arrive, shes the best that I've seen
Moons cut like diamonds in the gondola's wake
Her beauty, her presence, my heart is in quake.
I've nothing to say as you've captured my voice
Your silent whispers filling the air
My eyes see your soul plated with gold
No words need be said, no stories be told.
As nights gentle breeze
Keeps you in flight
Soaring above
My "Royal White Dove"~
~Bentlee~
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Posted: Apr 2012
About this poem:
Cheers everyone.Alexander (Kickit Challenge)
A thousand steps
Walking a crooked fence
Am I the only one to say?
This is my miserable penance
A million smiles
Crushed beneath my feet
Yet this crooked fence
Meanders for miles and miles
Can this be the future?
I saw so much in dreams
Where every single face
Shouts to me a million screams
Did I not conquer?
All of known mankind
Yet the crooked fence
Still conquers my mind
I took the boundaries
Far beyond Macedon
Yet a thousand steps
Was never enough Kingdom
For every single man
Would build his own crooked fence
And a thousand steps
Can never cover destiny
If I could have conquered the heavens
Within a thousand steps
And bound all of the stars
Within a crooked fence
Then would I truly have been King
But walking a thousand steps
Along a crooked fence
Would be a million screams too far
For me to face my destiny
Walking a crooked fence
Am I the only one to say?
This is my miserable penance
A million smiles
Crushed beneath my feet
Yet this crooked fence
Meanders for miles and miles
Can this be the future?
I saw so much in dreams
Where every single face
Shouts to me a million screams
Did I not conquer?
All of known mankind
Yet the crooked fence
Still conquers my mind
I took the boundaries
Far beyond Macedon
Yet a thousand steps
Was never enough Kingdom
For every single man
Would build his own crooked fence
And a thousand steps
Can never cover destiny
If I could have conquered the heavens
Within a thousand steps
And bound all of the stars
Within a crooked fence
Then would I truly have been King
But walking a thousand steps
Along a crooked fence
Would be a million screams too far
For me to face my destiny
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Jul 2012
About this poem:
I have seen some lovely poems on this great theme from Kickit. I have tried to envisage that no matter how great you may be you still walk your own crooked fence.Rob
Undertow
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My shadow has been shedding skin
Ive been thinking it smells again
Clear out my insides and follow through
I owe myself a new device to choose
The super nova of a velvet sun
My oh my it seems the darkness won
It's been stalking me with every step I take
I don't need to hear your whispers for every choice I make
There is no more hopeless, this is what it is
Ive been treading on that fault line now its sink or swim
Then take a deep breath and dive into the undertow
Hell you've followed me for so long its time to throw some blows
Up down ~ turning me inside out
Is hope just delightful thinking or something that wears me down
So please dear angels, will you pull me back in
Ive struggled enough inside this current
now its time to make hell my b*tch
~ JJF ~
My shadow has been shedding skin
Ive been thinking it smells again
Clear out my insides and follow through
I owe myself a new device to choose
The super nova of a velvet sun
My oh my it seems the darkness won
It's been stalking me with every step I take
I don't need to hear your whispers for every choice I make
There is no more hopeless, this is what it is
Ive been treading on that fault line now its sink or swim
Then take a deep breath and dive into the undertow
Hell you've followed me for so long its time to throw some blows
Up down ~ turning me inside out
Is hope just delightful thinking or something that wears me down
So please dear angels, will you pull me back in
Ive struggled enough inside this current
now its time to make hell my b*tch
~ JJF ~
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
I hope everyone that reads this is having a really good day. And if you are not, just know that in every minute that passes you have an opportunity to change that… Cheers
Good bye to you
It's just not meant to be
This I can finally see
Your heart will never belong to me
I'm going to just set myself free
I never thought i would flee
I think she really likes thee
We never got a fair chance
I will dance this dance alone
I'm left on my own to roam
Looking for a place I can call my own
It's getting hard to breath
Under this mountain of debris
This I can finally see
Your heart will never belong to me
I'm going to just set myself free
I never thought i would flee
I think she really likes thee
We never got a fair chance
I will dance this dance alone
I'm left on my own to roam
Looking for a place I can call my own
It's getting hard to breath
Under this mountain of debris
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: May 2016
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