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I once had a vision that I was a cork floating in the ocean, rudderless and lost, and cosmically alone,
Then you came into my life, and grounded me, and sweetened me, and wizened me, and comforted me, and took my loneliness away, and kissed my wounds better, and loved me…, and…, well, there’s no end…
For all these, I said to you,
I love you…


Then you hurt me, almost mortally,
Left me feeling naked and scorned,
Tired and destitute and old before my time,
And emptiness clothed me once again, like some dark, cavernous abyss, whose hunger is never satiated,
For that, I truly hated you…,
For that, I now say to you,
I’m sorry…


I exacted my revenge on you, though,
I betrayed you,
I scorned you,
I exhausted you,
I made you old before your time,
A sad, shameful and pyrrhic victory,
For this, I now say to you,
Please forgive me…


Now, you’re gone,
Forever…,
Now, my wounds are much, much better,
Now your aromatic incense can only visit my dreams,
Now, I realize what a wretched hypocrite I was, it was, after all, easy to love you when you were my raison d'être,
When you fed me honey,
But when, in your weakness, you unwittingly buried a scorpion’s sting into my very essence,
I retaliated, like a spoilt, unruly brat, actually more like a venomous viper,
And, I did of course, pay the dear price, oh, I paid…,
Now, I realize, you were my greatest teacher, my greatest love, my best friend, the sweetest melody a wretch like me has ever heard,
For that, and for innumerable other niceties, I want to truly thank you,
Thank you…

Love
is
Much more
than a warm cosy feeling
More than physical attraction,
or
A chemical reaction
that without rhyme or reason
can strike fast, and hit hard.

Love
is
Perfect imperfection,
unconditional affection.

Love
is
Peace in your mind and spirit
It is where ones heart and soul
contently reside
Without the need or desire
to search for more or
to roam

Love
Means to never feel alone

Love
Is a gift to cherish

Love
to me is
home

I want to kiss you so badly. I've been waiting for so long. On the soft warm earth we lie. Our arms clutching fearfully, desperately. A light breeze, silent rustle of green gently parading about us. Sunbeams dart in ripples of shade. In the air, sweetest of hints. All that I see is....your eyes. I am in your eyes. Breath. Gasps. Our mouths dripping of time. Our loins hungrily clinging. Longing. Need. All is silent. Time is no longer. Need passes. My eyes held in yours...yours in mine. Silent desperation is ended. We cry out...

You must have hung the moon tonight,
Just so we could dine in her candle light..
and then dance beneath the magical sight,
of a blanket of stars twinkling in delight.

The music courtesy of some sycamore trees,
swaying gently in the breeze.
We shared a kiss under the glance of an owl who cried "who "
And then proceeded to dedicate the night to me and you..

The crickets eager to be in on the fun too,
serenaded us the whole night through.
And you pulled me close and then we were one,
Much to the surprise, and red blush of the rising sun.

My life as you can tell
is not as perfect as it can be
so i throw a penny down the well
to see if fate will help me

But the door will close in my face
my dreams may not come true
i'll get confined to this tiny space
so i look up to the sky; to you

My dreams take me to a place far away
to sail far and wide
and i am free for just a single day
but then i had to run and hide

my ship crashed into the sandy shore
and carried me back to reality
my life has beenthrown to the floor
but my writing brought it back to me

I'm not much when it comes to Hollywood stars and all that
But you see Paul Walker... Sir; I owe you a lot
For what you stand for in life inspired my son so much
The passion, the humility, the willingness to share
Your fortune and blessings to the rest of humanity
Maybe in my case it cuts deeper even more
Knowing you died while raising funds for my people!



As I grieved for the passing of your young life that
Influenced and inspired the life of my child
Tonight I too must farewell the man who helped me
Keep things together while I was drowning.
Mr Mandela, the world's greatest Tata
Your passion, devotion, courage to keep your fight
Your patience, resolve, faith for your people to unite
You taught me sir how to forgive and love!



Thank you sirs for the examples that are your lives
Though unknown to you, like bright shining stars
You have sprinkled stardust amongst us!
Lucky we are to catch a glimpse of your light!
RIP to both of you for a job well done
Your memories will linger because as Thomas Campbell says:
'To live in the hearts we leave behind,
is not to die'-



gtc2013

Before my very eyes
I was engrossed of sharing
I was deeply rooted of loving
Someone like you
For you mean everything
In myself in my whole being

Chances then is taken away from me
We're suddenly separated by some mistakes
It was so painful that I can't hardly take
For it was my fault at the end

I should not waste those precious time
Thinking only for myself how to survive
I let it go did not give a try
Yet I can't ignore
For you're always on my mind

Now that we have found each other
May our love grows deeper and stronger
We will face the world accept whatever
Challenges in order to bind us forever

Though I experienced
Loneliness bitter feelings
But when I found him
It all melted like an ice-cream

For it is hard to ignore him
The feeling inside me is tickling
How I am suppose to pretend
I can't just stop but continue loving him.

There was a squirrel that I did see,
Spent all his time in a tiny tree,
A short shrub really,
No bigger than a bush,
Everyone that saw it, thought it
was bigger than it was,
After a time the tree was trimmed,
Till nobody lived in the tree but him,
All alone with noone to hold,
The squirrel died lonely and cold,
There's a moral to this story,
As anyone can see,
Don't spend all your time in a tiny tree...

Be Yourself Why would you want to be someone else
When you could be better by being yourself
Why pretend to be someone you are not
When you have something they haven't got

Cheating yourself of the life you have to live
Deprives others of that only which you can give
You have much more to offer by being just you
Than walking around in someone else's shoes

Trying to live the life of another is a mistake
It is a masquerade; nothing more than a fake
Be yourself and let your qualities show through
Others will love you more for being just you

Remember that God loves you just as you are
To Him you are already a bright shining star
Family and friends will love you more too
If you spent time practicing just being you by Ellen Bailey

So varied are the hues of poetic pen,
With a multitude of exploding coloured ink,
In endless shades to choose from now, and then,
To set the writing mood, into which we sink.

Should I decide upon a nature write,
I must select just one of many greens,
To paint a woodland oil, in verse tonight,
Of lush green branches shading flowered scenes.

Humorous poems are best presented yellow,
The verses to be sunny, smiling bright,
This Irish poet not e'er a dour fellow,
To try extract a laugh from you, he might.

To pen dark verse, one must use darkest black,
Printed on a page of sombre grey,
The mood is set, no chance of stepping back,
The reader with sad tears, may have to pay.

Poems to my Love, are always delicate pink,
Verse from the heart, her eye to see words beat,
Fond lines penned madly now in perfumed ink,
Extracted from rose petals, for a treat.

Erotic verse scribed in pulsating red,
Throbbing, bulging blood to end in balm,
My pen grows hotter with every word that's said,
Eventually burns to flames within my palm.

Finally if you poets e'er grace my home,
Feel free to take a seat, and ease your pains,
Relax at my bureau and pen a poem,
For it's ink not blood that flows inside our veins !