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Come with me to the field ...

Whisper to me secrets revealed.


Let's take the old dirt trail ...

It will lead us without fail.


The path to our special place ...

Where you'll spread kisses upon my face.


You say you'd like to fool around ...

Toss the blanket on the ground.


My dear, do you think we have been seen?

If so, our voyeur is now surely keen.


Oh, the things we said and did ...

We wonder maybe we should have hid.


So what if we had been caught ...

Who dares disrupt the love we sought.

Inglorious lashing counts with the blink
Of an eye, sleepy with a passionate stare
Lingering, a tasty morsel dreamt between
Teeth, a deliberate pressure…pressing
Where shadows dare to creep, inside
Determination waits and steals a lick
Between the sheets of a huntresses
Soaked skin…damp from the stormy rains
Longing for the next savory bite of meat

With the determination of an eagle I stand upon the highest cliff
Feeling the wind beneath my wings as I await for thermal lift
My eyes are focussed on the world below, a gentle breeze against my face
As the morning sun consumes the dark I claim this day and all its grace
At the speed of light I freely fall miles above the earth
With my faith flying above the clouds and like a jet my engines burst
My spirit breaks the barriers of sound over shadowed decades of pain
Above empires of decadence I reign through greener fields and grassy plains
Beneath the dirt the coals of hell are rising to burn me from the sky
I may never leave this world behind, but I'm still learning how to fly

~ JJF~

As our walk upon the fells began
A cool morning, gathering and overcast
A stately gentleman and a lady with a dog
We walked to the vale of Grasmere.

Trollers Hill and Simon's Seat
Dale's Way to the River Wharf
Beacons on high hills roused Ancient Britons once
The walks of early man

The fells of Lancashire and the Peak
The way of Haw Cray;
The walks of early man,
Now go down in history.

To the poet, the philosopher and the saint he writes
All things friendly and sacred,yet precious of their make;
Days of holiness, nights written of deep desire,
Self-reliance, the height and perfection of man.

His companion a loyal dog
He speaks of his own mind, man of the fells.
Telling stories of the ancients in the poems that he writes.

I find him standing firm in his own shoes
He values what he has in himself;
Not perfect, but just a man with a soul,
The walk has now become a journey of sorts.


Angels have whispered to him
On the walk that he now goes;
This is the Fellsman,
The Fellsman that I know.

Stars and diamonds so azure
There’s nothing left to assure
No matter how much I conjure
Or try to blot out as obscure
There really is no easy cure
No chance for quick detour
You draw me in like a lure
Your beauty always will endure
I love what you posses so pure
A foxy smile so demure

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Do not run
Do not go
Do not do it
You said.

But I wanted to
I said.

And what to do now
I don't know how

--=-=-=-=-=--
IT'S COMPLICATED
--=-=-=-=-=--

I don't know how
And what to do now

I said,
But I wanted to.

You said,
Do not do it
Do not go
Do not run.
--=-=-=-=-=--

Too much I cannot cope
Words just keep on floating
Clavicle, femur, cranium and more
The teacher sits there gloating

Sternum, scapula, mandible, patella
I think I lost their meaning
If I don’t pass this test
It will be ever so demeaning

Old lichen mottled headstones
Mark the graves of women and men,
Whose genocide sparked Ireland's
Freedom flame,
In their pallid hands
were shovels,
No schooling for a pen,
Fuelled by starving bellies
bow in shame.
Poverty stricken darkened days
of cruel and rampant blight,
The stench of rotten spuds
rose from the clay,
Cold families around a bleak turf fire
another hungry night,
Gaunt faces like potatoes
in decay.
A million sailed from homeland shores
Like wild absconding slaves,
In agony they fled to find relief,
And countless died on coffin ships
Then laid in watery graves,
Consumed by vile disease
And woeful grief.
But memory fades as time erodes
And youth won't recollect,
An hegemonic crown
That gorged on Irish grain,
Our ancestors the starving dead
Oppressed to genuflect,
Interred beneath cold seething clods,
Forgotten not their pain !

a thousand saints
would fall myrtre
in a heavenly hue
you are the fairest
by far the prettiest
in purest of colours
mirror, mirror
amazingly georgous
purity indepth vision
white rose

most beautiful
satin soft petals
falling from the heart
outwards crowning
heavenly beauty

sweetest aroma
drifting on air
upon scent
prettiest of all flowers
in thorns you
played the part

deep inside
invites from colour
the softest kiss
upon light of day

mirror ,mirror
caressed so sweetly
in the rising sun
by the morning dew
beautiful
within

Hail to you, Sir Cafe, most gallant knight
Defending the castle Poetry Corner
Protecting all the maidens day and night
While all the other knights you inspire

With your poems you wove a magic spell
Oftentimes taking us on a journey
Captivating with wondrous tales you tell
Fascinating us with their imagery

Your replies to comments on your poetry
Were always warm, cheerful and refreshing
They showed your pleasant personality
For all of us they were most endearing

We thank you noble knight with heart of gold
And may heaven bless your beautiful soul