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Secret Love Affair
A wet look in your eyes which makes them shine
Reflections of much desire coming through
Twin beacons of searching love be the sign
Becomes the very best we ever knew
Grab hold of my hand let’s run fast away
Away from a place we need escape from
Past the afternoon to pass time of day
Until somewhere near tomorrow does come
Like sweet smell of forest after it rains
Wash and kiss clean upon our human face
Till only the wild scent of flowers remains
Exploring ourselves in our secret place
Precious is time measured in breathes we take
When our world is more what our love can make
Reflections of much desire coming through
Twin beacons of searching love be the sign
Becomes the very best we ever knew
Grab hold of my hand let’s run fast away
Away from a place we need escape from
Past the afternoon to pass time of day
Until somewhere near tomorrow does come
Like sweet smell of forest after it rains
Wash and kiss clean upon our human face
Till only the wild scent of flowers remains
Exploring ourselves in our secret place
Precious is time measured in breathes we take
When our world is more what our love can make
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Posted: Oct 2013
About this poem:
Kind of fantasist’s glimpse of a free and unbridled love affair……without hiding under any forbidden inhibitions whatsoever!!
A Sonnet to a battered wife.
Spied I, half concealed in a secluded cell,
lost graceful posture, shunned by sun strewn day,
ne'er far away, from Man's notorious perverted hell,
toiled weary worn amid sulky shades of grey,
blossom lost, she in quietude, a shy and lonely flower
that once shone sweeter, than fragrant roses e'er can be,
wiled away lost hours among dungeoned walls dark bower,
much tear known to murky tones unwanted melancholy,
serves sombre like, scattered sunshines once known hour,
thoughtless dismissed by impious hand, heavy, needlessly
by creed, of self-centered power's countenance most sour,
taints so the air, that wafts its fresh blown fragrancy,
Thus we, the caring world pass by,
talk proud ethos, yet no ethics e'er apply.
lost graceful posture, shunned by sun strewn day,
ne'er far away, from Man's notorious perverted hell,
toiled weary worn amid sulky shades of grey,
blossom lost, she in quietude, a shy and lonely flower
that once shone sweeter, than fragrant roses e'er can be,
wiled away lost hours among dungeoned walls dark bower,
much tear known to murky tones unwanted melancholy,
serves sombre like, scattered sunshines once known hour,
thoughtless dismissed by impious hand, heavy, needlessly
by creed, of self-centered power's countenance most sour,
taints so the air, that wafts its fresh blown fragrancy,
Thus we, the caring world pass by,
talk proud ethos, yet no ethics e'er apply.
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Posted: Jul 2013
About this poem:
Oh! how much is not our business when it really ought to be, lip service a cunning tool that we apply.A Sonnet to friendship.
Friendship shall halt the power of time,
like boyhood days that seem not to fade
amidst those long lost spheres sublime,
when, to unforgiving time we joyous played,
rare such virtue true, slumbering sweet
with thoughts more rich than gold,
its voice unknown to thunders roll, entreat
the heart that ne'er grows old,
united, bonds mutual strength, thus found
a hallowed ground, much blessed, heroic deep,
harvest sweet unspoken words profound,
where love's silent voice its honest tokens keep,
friendship gilds the value of each weary day,
annulling, all life's stormy paths away.
like boyhood days that seem not to fade
amidst those long lost spheres sublime,
when, to unforgiving time we joyous played,
rare such virtue true, slumbering sweet
with thoughts more rich than gold,
its voice unknown to thunders roll, entreat
the heart that ne'er grows old,
united, bonds mutual strength, thus found
a hallowed ground, much blessed, heroic deep,
harvest sweet unspoken words profound,
where love's silent voice its honest tokens keep,
friendship gilds the value of each weary day,
annulling, all life's stormy paths away.
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Posted: May 2014
About this poem:
To have a true Lady friend, is often subjected to ill founded thoughts, thus this sonnet is written to such a special Lady, the passage of years have not tainted one iota of the close bond we share.A Sonnet to the breath of Spring
Thy whispering breath breathes o'er the mountain's swell,
and caressing sweep along the green lush lowland's fell,
in full flush of day or in night's dark solitude,
oft with Warnerian power, or with Chopin's quiet étude,
wandering weave its hazy way, a dancing dream
kissing touch the rippling hillocks new sprung stream,
thus cavorts in gaiety the Zephyr's lyrical breeze,
gathers up the fragrant air, each evocative whisper tease
like as a violin that purls with quiet airs played fine
cosset the atmosphere like as embracing arms entwine
breathless travel, on Angelic soft spread silken wing,
bequeath forever, the perfumes of each scented Spring,
Thus in sightless guile weaves a wondrous spell,
Whence no poetic lines can scribe it's hues to tell.
and caressing sweep along the green lush lowland's fell,
in full flush of day or in night's dark solitude,
oft with Warnerian power, or with Chopin's quiet étude,
wandering weave its hazy way, a dancing dream
kissing touch the rippling hillocks new sprung stream,
thus cavorts in gaiety the Zephyr's lyrical breeze,
gathers up the fragrant air, each evocative whisper tease
like as a violin that purls with quiet airs played fine
cosset the atmosphere like as embracing arms entwine
breathless travel, on Angelic soft spread silken wing,
bequeath forever, the perfumes of each scented Spring,
Thus in sightless guile weaves a wondrous spell,
Whence no poetic lines can scribe it's hues to tell.
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Posted: Jun 2016
About this poem:
Each Spring we're intoxicated with the new breath of life in its sightless wonder, regardless what part of the Planet we live in, fills us with the joy of life.
online today!Procrastination
What has to be done must be done
So quit beating about the bush
Rise up and commence the action
Give yourself the required push
It's no use procrastinating
The task cannot be wished away
It will still remain there waiting
Why should you waste another day
So make the effort now, my friend
And strive to do your very best
Soon you'll bring the task to an end
And then take a well deserved rest
To realise your ambition
Beware of procrastination
So quit beating about the bush
Rise up and commence the action
Give yourself the required push
It's no use procrastinating
The task cannot be wished away
It will still remain there waiting
Why should you waste another day
So make the effort now, my friend
And strive to do your very best
Soon you'll bring the task to an end
And then take a well deserved rest
To realise your ambition
Beware of procrastination
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Posted: Jun 2015
About this poem:
Sonnet
My Coat
Put away my basket and sewing thread
Whilst memories of how you use to be
Decidedly were better left unsaid
Each repair sewed lovingly yet still see
The scars that have changed how you once appeared
There's nothing more that I can do for you
I will don you for what you are, no more tears
There's nothing left for me to really do
Memories of colors that showed so bright
Faded replaced by a different hue
I could think of what once was or what might
Or just except you for what you've been thru
Sometimes life has a way of changing course
To move on you must let go of remorse
Whilst memories of how you use to be
Decidedly were better left unsaid
Each repair sewed lovingly yet still see
The scars that have changed how you once appeared
There's nothing more that I can do for you
I will don you for what you are, no more tears
There's nothing left for me to really do
Memories of colors that showed so bright
Faded replaced by a different hue
I could think of what once was or what might
Or just except you for what you've been thru
Sometimes life has a way of changing course
To move on you must let go of remorse
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Posted: Jun 2014
Post CommentRock On!
Arms that hold me close nestling safely
Sunshine pouring strength into my bones
All gathered, it is time for the bell to ring
Progressing seems quicker than telephone
Reaching out to touch you but you are gone
Flowers essence that seems to linger on
Rain drops wash away all my cares today
As I trace the lines, the etching of life
Rocking chair holding dreams of once was there
Days and nights go on, no longer matter
Smile upon the lips and eyes glazed over
Is it dementia or mad hatter
Life has taken my youth it is now gone
My memories are mine leave them alone
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Sunshine pouring strength into my bones
All gathered, it is time for the bell to ring
Progressing seems quicker than telephone
Reaching out to touch you but you are gone
Flowers essence that seems to linger on
Rain drops wash away all my cares today
As I trace the lines, the etching of life
Rocking chair holding dreams of once was there
Days and nights go on, no longer matter
Smile upon the lips and eyes glazed over
Is it dementia or mad hatter
Life has taken my youth it is now gone
My memories are mine leave them alone
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Posted: Sep 2014
About this poem:
This poem is about age and memories.A Sonnet to time
Yon lofty hills, dear lingering youth
when we climbed life"s sisphean slope,
amid tumbling rocks, yet, struggled on in hope,
now backward glance on labours oft uncouth,
each blind day, we green faith applied
upon the anvil of life's harsh forged sway,
each and every aching limb, relentlessly applied
the burning coals, to fire destinies unspoken play,
to climb the summits unattainable spoils,
such salad days, inspired by trackless spheres aloft,
passion filled, like as when, both lover and artist toils,
flew on wings, when life was green and soft,
yet despite the woes and destiny our present foe,
we sallied forth to Autumn's coloured glow.
when we climbed life"s sisphean slope,
amid tumbling rocks, yet, struggled on in hope,
now backward glance on labours oft uncouth,
each blind day, we green faith applied
upon the anvil of life's harsh forged sway,
each and every aching limb, relentlessly applied
the burning coals, to fire destinies unspoken play,
to climb the summits unattainable spoils,
such salad days, inspired by trackless spheres aloft,
passion filled, like as when, both lover and artist toils,
flew on wings, when life was green and soft,
yet despite the woes and destiny our present foe,
we sallied forth to Autumn's coloured glow.
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Posted: May 2015
About this poem:
This poem was written for a Lady who had kindly brought my published book of Poetry. She in the Autumn of her life, wished something on which to reflect, and in addition, a personal memento.
the dancers form
the dancers body so svelte and stark
goes head to toe to get to the point
all muscle, tendons, turns and arcs
curve legs, curl arms, swing hip joint
their scissors cut the air of art
grace is balancing function and form
staging performance a world apart
from human to angelic transform
a choreography of soul to position
to defy gravity in aerial suspension
an artist, a sculptor, a body magician
movement a shape beyond comprehension
depict the art of the dancers torso
seems human fluidity, only more so
© agoodguy2have 2010-03-28
goes head to toe to get to the point
all muscle, tendons, turns and arcs
curve legs, curl arms, swing hip joint
their scissors cut the air of art
grace is balancing function and form
staging performance a world apart
from human to angelic transform
a choreography of soul to position
to defy gravity in aerial suspension
an artist, a sculptor, a body magician
movement a shape beyond comprehension
depict the art of the dancers torso
seems human fluidity, only more so
© agoodguy2have 2010-03-28
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Posted: Mar 2010
About this poem:
I went to see a show of some modern Japanese dance. Very good.
Never Letting Go
You asked me once how I could be,
So certain you were meant for me.
And now, my love, you see it too,
You know that I was meant for you.
We click so much, almost a scare,
But more than all the things we share,
I've seen inside you, you in me.
That's really huge you now agree.
We know each other better than,
Anyone else could understand.
Our kith and kin may think us mad,
But this is something we've not had.
A special bond, though we've not touched.
And yet we are in love so much.
Now we are one and we both know,
We'll just hold on and not let go.
As long as there is you and me,
To all the world we hold the key.
So certain you were meant for me.
And now, my love, you see it too,
You know that I was meant for you.
We click so much, almost a scare,
But more than all the things we share,
I've seen inside you, you in me.
That's really huge you now agree.
We know each other better than,
Anyone else could understand.
Our kith and kin may think us mad,
But this is something we've not had.
A special bond, though we've not touched.
And yet we are in love so much.
Now we are one and we both know,
We'll just hold on and not let go.
As long as there is you and me,
To all the world we hold the key.
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Posted: May 2010
About this poem:
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