Stedan Poetry (135)

As that old troubador Rod Stewart would sing,
Time waits for no one and I`ll not wait on you,
you would have truly worn that wedding ring,
one day you will have these reflections too,

Maybe not now, not straight away,
but something will eventually trigger the past,
and you may regret the words you spoke that day,
you could have tried a little harder to make it last,

In time thoughts will come across your mind,
why your pride and quick resolution to say were through,
of lost love from a man who was honest, caring and kind,
the spectre of lost love will always haunt you too,

So keep your pride and stubborness within,
time waits for no one and I`ll not wait on you,
their will never be another day to try again or begin,
it is plain and simple now we are through.

I wish that the clock could be turned back,
so I could undo the things that I did,
some of my mistakes were off that beaten track,
maybe my forgiven faults would help my heavens bid,

I wish my heart was not so frail,
to love and be hurt so much this way,
so many heartbreaks along the trail,
yet I seem to find the strength to fight another day,

I wish that people would mean what they say,
pretending their love for you is the same,
life and loving is not for play,
we have no re-runs and it is not a game,

I wish my dreams had much more meaning,
so much darkness and sadness prevail,
blackness and mood too far leaning,
could my soul be saved by that loving female,

I wish that my numbers came for that lottery win,
scrimping and saving in todays clime,
if this really happened it would make my head spin,
watching those pennies every day all the time,

I wish that I would not have to do this anymore,
hoping and praying for that wonderful day,
life is for living no matter whats in store,
come my love wherever you are are and have your say,

I wish for knowing the peace that surpasses every thought,
pleasing my mind and making me more understanding,
all these things I was never taught,
then in my life maybe I will not be so demanding,

I wish that I could have just that little bit more,
like a forbidden chocolate cake to cater for my whim,
like a love you have or need that's for sure,
having that little extra of what you like is not a sin,

Looking at your profile in my eyes view,
I will capture your look, this elegance and grace,
this portrait will be the essence of you,
such beauty encapsulates your face,
using my fingers to draw the contours of your flesh,
to bring to life this pulsating you,
using colour and hues to make you fresh,
bringing this canvas alive for others to view,
your eyes so gleaming and bright,
soft and pouted vibrant lips,
all will see this light,
creating this masterpiece others will want to kiss,
I will fade one day but you will always be in sight.

We watch as the stars glaze the skies,
they have been there since time memorial,
we are but a spectrum in times eyes,
our lives are liven as a tutorial,

Many before us have passed this phase,
they have had similar existence,
their very own eyes at stars have gazed,
the power of life is no resistance,

We watch as family and friends pass by,
love the ones you meet never forget their touch,
one day soon it will be your turn to die,
will you in turn be grieved as such,

When young we do not think this so,
as full of life and vitality,
our turn will come this we know,
time goes on but not our mortality.

That time will soon be right,
for some of us and maybe more,
pack that lotion ready for the flight,
for the location with Sun that we all adore,

Sitting here in miserable weather,
cold and damp makes you want to explore,
wrapped up in that eider feather,
dust off those blues lets head for the door,

Feeling the suns warmth ray,
walking across those silken sands,
looking across that beautiful bay,
if in luck maybe hold someones hands,

Dreams of such make a daydreaming day,
especially when looking at the snow and ice,
hoping your health stays together you pray,
Oh its` so cold now maybe I will go twice.

Those times we considered of loves delight,
precious moments of memories clear,
our love was gentle and sweet without all the hype,
this is why to me you were so very dear,

Those slender fingers with gentle touch,
your lips soft with no weary smile,
your tenderness meant so much,
now your gone it was still worthwhile,

Memories now still reside within,
little things that you did without a thought,
wishful thinking for again to begin,
selfishness in you was never taught,

Hearts do break and then eventually mend,
no words between us or looks again,
I wish you could still be my friend,
sorrowful yes but no longer pain,

Missing those messages of love you sent,
I hope in time you find the one you need,
we did try hard but it was never meant,
so I wish you well and hope you find true loves seed.

Your beauty is a sight to behold,
your look is perspiration in my eyes,
eyes that bare into my very soul,
nothing is flawed in you as my heart sighs,

From a distance I see your angels glow,
such heavenly image is in my mind,
such loving tremors from me do flow,
will my dreams end and in you I find,

Pure love is so hard to be found,
seeing that smile and watching your eyes show,
more chance of those blue skies being around,
so from my dreams please do arrive so I can in you know,

So many for real have come close to you,
their beauty and grace even shames your image,
but none have had a heart that is true,
my heart over the years has given loves spillage,

So now in my dreams you stay,
looking for this loves dream,
can life realise you one day,
I will not let go of you or my self esteem.

Memories can be fun and haunting,
my telephone answering machine ring,
but verbal messages are very daunting,
all messages, I cannot erase a thing,

So whenever I do a playback,
voices of those long gone are there too,
my aunt who passed away still on track,
the ex whose voice whispers I love you,

So apart from memories in my mind,
this phone holds its own memories too,
so a picture in my memory and a voice I can find,
at times it can be a comfort when am blue,

I have tried to delete all,
some voices have those heart strings pull,
yet it still continues to take that missed call,
I now wonder if this phone will ever become full.

Waiting for those sweet faces that one can kiss,
to hold them close and to let them know your there,
telling them no matter where they are they will be surely missed,
whispering sweet nothings, tell them that you really care,

Tenderly touching their cheeks, kissing that brow,
smiling widely when you see them smile back at you,
bathing their cuts and scratches, dont make it a row,
telling them that bedtime story now its time for sleep too,

You look and watch them slowly grow into young men,
trying very hard not to scold when mistakes are made,
those first years are always the best, you look back then,
remembering those antics and pranks, doing favours for trade,

I remember those toy fights they used to like,
both attacking at once from different direction.
I also remember the days they each got their own bike,
its nice to remind yourself of your love and affection,

Time passes us all and we soon grow old,
now they have their own children to keep in memory too,
they no longer listen to you when told,
memories of my love for both of you.

As one gets older we look back over the years,
we made and lost many friends through neglect or death,
so many happy times and some with tears,
but what we have is family in depth,

Some of us are lucky we have plenty of kin,
a few of us only have themselves alone,
I remember the time I helped my sister break her shin,
but what awaits us all in the future is deaths tome,

So I ponder my time on this earth,
many mistakes and good choices too,
but in reality what is it all worth,
good times seem very rarely in view,

Now as time continues to roll on like a steady beat of drums,
I think carefully of the siblings my family,
most have children daughters and sons,
so for all this is my small homily,

I have a sister who has the terminal cancer plight,
now her husband is a slow sufferer too,
both have been always loving and full of fight,
their own big family growing all with life anew,

Here I sit maybe alone and in excellent health,
wishing at times at one can say or do,
wondering why sometimes the wrong cards are dealt,
My sister dear I would give the remainder of my life to you,

For then you can be there and watch the grandchildren grow,
morbid my thoughts of long life can be,
but some of us have lived through perilous times, many times so,
one or two here carry the same dreams of death we have seen and long to be free,

So you look up into the skies looking for the one called God,
praying and declaring your true loving faith,
we continue to grasp the straws and in this life plod,
so one day I will soon mourn members of my family as is the fate,

My mother the lasting matriarch,
growing older and frailer too,
I know you wish to go before your child leaves her spark,
so all the family you have, will always love you.

Planning a life, looking to wear that velvet glove,
If you allow that idea or notion to be your aim,
looking for financial security as well as love,
you may get your riches but not true loves gain,

Even if you have lived in squallor or been poor, there is no shame,
if that emotional love is beating deep in your heart,
when together, between you, can make outside influences tame,
so you search out that partner and make a start,

We seek each other out looking for love,
initial attraction responses on our face,
you are the eagle and they the dove,
swooping together in a dance, keeping pace,

When you hold one another you should feel tenderness,
looking in their eyes you see the love glow,
each moment together should always be more and not less,
kissing, touching, let your own eyes of love be on show,

The coals of love burning deep within,
language is no longer a barrier to hold one back,
if the feelings right and the mood is good, making love is not a sin,
being truthful to one another will always keep you on the right track,

Love is not a game of one one-upmanship,
or a means for one another to control,
every now and again we always let something slip,
love should be emotional with feeling from the soul,

I would like honestly to say love has no pride,
whether your weak or strong, rich or poor,
it is just a matter for your heart to decide,
each day you should love each other just that little bit more,

Sitting here quietly watching the rain fall,
watching the drops form on my window pane,
so many memories from my mind I can recall,
some happy and many filled with so much pain,

The wind blows softly and raindrops meander,
sun shines then it dulls with the clouds,
smiling happily as I get my spirits to clamber,
one thing about rain it disperses the crowds,

Each drop falls to the ground unabated,
nourishing the earth to start new life,
life in itself is not rarely rated,
so much trouble and too much strife,

Gently the rain it keeps falling,
the clouds as well keep strolling,
smile to oneself and stop your stalling,
friends say get yourself together, try bowling,

But you wonder why you get the tears,
look at those drops giving life,
get over the problems and your fears,
soon be dark and then you have the moonlight,

The rain itself washes away all,
including your own self doubt,
so sit and watch it fall,
soon it will be warm and sunny you shout,