lovecanbereal Poetry (146)

I walk along the street
And I'm blue and lonely.
My childhood hurts this love
For my one and only.

Searching other's eyes
For love's deep abyss.
The ocean in my soul
Drowns in a stranger's kiss.

I'm lost without a woman
Directionless and vain.
I seek what is not common
In this world of pain.

Oh for a stranger's eyes
To then return that glance.
The ocean in her soul
Cries for a lost romance.



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One day I'll find the right girl
She will be my one and only.
If I have to search half the World
Then I'll be no longer lonely.

I know my wants, and my dreams
For my heart's desire.
If love is true then it seems
To burn like hottest fire.

Good looks may run a distant last
To what she has inside;-
The superficial has long past
And my heart could never hide.

What is this World without love?
It's empty and it's hollow; -
Oh to find that treasure trove
That gives meaning to tomorrow.



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I met her by way of introduction
T'was introduction through a common friend.
Though clearly, her intent was my seduction
(He sent a man that he could recommend).
I found her door - I did not need directions
Friday night in the suburbs (at a loose end).
She opened her door, her glance a flash of fire
And in that glance, I saw her hot desire.

No one could deceive her, least could I
A destiny sweet lady in that look.
If only for one night now then I cry
I cry for both of us the years forsook.
To write this poem from my memory
(Another of my lovers in life's book).
She glanced for just a second, then she sighed
And invited to her flat I was inside.

From that flash of fire, that single glance
It seemed that I had known her all my life.
Her eyes spoke volumes, all of it romance
(Something that doesn't happen quite enough).
We drank red wine, like ruby in a glass
And from twin glasses made a lover's cup.
I'd say within the hour - or lesser still
We're romping on her eiderdown's soft quilt.

Her name was Sharon (a different girl this time)
Both twenty-six, and do what thou wilt.
I touched her hair brunette, it was sublime
That night a blessing, hours without guilt.
I scarce do justice to her in this rhyme
Words cannot describe our pleasure felt.
Our kindled energies were hot indeed
And joined in this night as one our need.

I must admit I like a girl with curves
And figures some describe as Rubenesque.
I hope to paint a picture with my words
(Although they are but an arabesque).
My poetry this purpose has now served
(A memoir best have something to confess).
What some call love, and others fornication
So Sharon please accept this dedication.

I send a kiss wherever she is now
And soon I'll send this poem to the ether.
This is my tribute and softly spoken vow
That finds its way thus unto many readers.
Maybe a spark in other hearts will sow
(These - my words - are without regrets either).
Sharon, if you read this, it's my homage
Our night's passion - is remembered on this page.




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Drinking Saturday night - Arncliffe* Hotel
The usual crowd set out to drink their fill,
I was amongst them doing this as well
(Like so many pigs at their yeasty swill).
Though drinking is its special brand of hell
It's something that I will do sometimes still.
I was alone indulging in my sin
When suddenly (it seemed) that love walked in.

Insensible of this I saw her not
In my own little world so unaware.
Alone with my thoughts in polyglot
Just drinking at my table sitting there.
Poets - sometimes - they talk a lot of rot
And go some places that you wouldn't dare.
I was twenty five, and this was long ago -
Memories are cold now - like a drift of snow.

An innocent request - a game of pool
(She didn't need to ask me twice) I said:
"Of course my dear Sydney one shot rules"
(She had designs on taking me to bed).
I could see it in her eyes - like sparkling jewels -
And sense it on her pouting lips of red.
Although neither of us was very chaste
Sometimes its nice to be the one whose chased.

One thing lead to another (so you see)
"Your mine tonight" (she told me more than once).
Events I now recall in poetry:
(In these kind of situations one must pounce
Or miss forever opportunity).
I slowed my drinking of the fluid ounce
(To let her catch up now in her imbibing) -
And marveled at my luck; - it was surprising.

Before I go on now I best describe
This damsel of the night from long ago.
The compass of her beauty circumscribed
In this my muse (good reader) for you now.
Her hair was dark brunette, her hips were wide
An hourglass figure, and fuzzy down below.
Her skin was white - like the stone alabaster -
When I asked her name - she told me - it was Lisa.

Why hang around in pubs with such strange girls?
We didn't stay there long (needless to say).
And like a love match was this game of pool
To serve a purpose - this was our foreplay.
Her hair was long in ringlets and in curls -
(We felt the spark that night - our chemistry).
And luckily (for me) she lived not far -
Who says you can't find beauty in a bar?




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Dianna that the moon would tonight rise
And keep such hours as you walking the street.
I was twenty-five and lonely - no surprise
Tonight finds me where lust and money meet.
And having searched for love in stranger's eyes
I felt the need for an erotic feast.
So once again I found myself in Kings Cross -
In the fever of the night where souls are lost.

Sydney nights hang heavy in the summer
Heat oozes in the nighttime seamlessly
And when I saw her she was not a stunner*
(A young man marches on now dreamless he)
An invitation now to come with her
(Like Coleridge I'd found a "sunless sea").
Now somewhere in my dreams you still abide -
Although used by society and tossed aside.

I thought I'd try my best inside my memory
Although how did it all come down to this?
Aside from life and all its petty jealousy
I sought and had found my midnight mistress.
The act pedestrian and every day
For you should I settle as a conquest?
Something bored and maybe even banal -
(She was up there paying off her credit cards).





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My next trip to Bali - I was twenty-four
Going there again with a few mates.
We each had a room (like the time before)
I'll not bore you with flight details commonplace.
Returning on a holiday to score
Some p*ssy and drink till we're off our face.
We had spending money and a cheap airfare -
All I'll say suffice to say we got there.

Arriving on the beach in steamy Kuta
To watch a sunset dying in the west.
Sipping Bintang beer in a pool bar
(Memories I made there were the best).
Knowing that I was now from Sydney far
It was time to settle in and to get pissed.
To tie one on but not get truly rotten
The smells of Asia not quickly are forgotten.

The first girl I met her name was Donna
(An Aussie girl from Broome as I remember)
And that first night I certainly got on her
(It's hot and dry in Bali in December).
By the pool at 3 am is where I saw her; -
I invited her into the balmy water;-
And now I'll tell you something really cool -
In two minutes we were at it in the pool!

The next night was quite different I tell you
A moon came up full wan wild and wicked; -
And having nothing better now to do
Went out again intending to get shickered.
Now by myself (not with the other crew)
The meal cart's cooking fires brightly flickered.
Next something now that I won't soon forget -
I think the chef put mushrooms in my omelet!

In half an hour I was feeling strange
And went into an expensive nightclub.
I lay upon a sofa on a stage
And watched the moon shower silver from above.
Now trapped in a bright psychedelic cage
My senses one by one had taken leave; -
The music they were playing - the Eurhythmics
I heard the gifted voice of Annie Lennox.

On the stereo, Annie sang her song "Why"
Why indeed? I ask now (taken deeper).
I looked into the silver moonlit sky
The trip upon me (and my will grows weaker).
Something strange now (like this poetry)
To wake now from a dream (but not the sleeper).
I stared transfixed at the black silhouette
Of palm trees edged in moonlight (stranger yet).

The next day I didn't feel so good
(I muttered curses underneath my breath).
I thought about it - and I really should
Have had police arrest that wicked chef.
If I could find him - then I surely would
Have told them all about his bad omelets.
I searched about in every street canteen -
But nowhere was the scoundrel to be seen.

Well not much more to add now - two more girls
Both were Indonesian and were prozzies*.
Just names on a list now - that is all -
(In Bali there are worse things than the mozzies**).
A strange holiday in a place tropical -
Tourists on the beach in skimpy cozzies***.
Eight days of sun, and then time to go home -
The weirdest holiday I've ever known.




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From this reality, my spirit flees
To the disembodied entities
Cast net wide for all my days;-
World unwilling to give in praise.

From my spirit's broken halo
Thoughts or fancies off they go
Walking on the water's edge
The dreadful deep of cyberspace.

Hoping for a forlorn grace
Or something good to take its place
Never have I felt so old
With my spirit growing cold.

Feel affection drying up
Like a beggar without a cup
Homeless heartless without a place
See the ruin in my face.

Cast off another virtual thought
Poet's feelings can't be taught
See a list of hollow conquests
Yet I don't have any regrets.

The artificial world is coming
Rats in mazes - we are running
No more romance of yesteryear
The uncertain futures here.

Population exponential
Don't say that I haven't warned you -
Like the sheep in a paddock
Don't know that a drought is coming.

Still, we care, still, we love
Take a pill and cut feelings off
Maybe I have loved too many
Now it seems I can't have any.



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I bought a new guitar
I practice every day
I strum and meditate
I meditate and strum.

I think about all the
Things I've done
Mysterious music
Balm to my soul.

The window
Of insight -
A lover's return
Or someone new?

I am alone
Notes ripple in the air
I practice tunes
I heard growing up.

I am astounded that I
Can play most songs
After not picking up a guitar
In over twenty years*




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I once had a bag of monkeys
They were mostly well behaved
Until - one day - I took them to the racetrack
(Where quite a few of them escaped!)

One of them he
Went up a tree
And would not come down again
I waited for a long time
Until I could wait no longer
And I had to walk away

Another got onto a stable roof
And sat there taunting me
Then disappeared out of sight
(I heard him laugh with glee)

Then yet another
(Encouraged by the others)
Leaped from the sack
And made good his getaway

He jumped onto an old man's hat
And from there to a penciller's shoulder
Then hid inside a bookie's bag
(This only made him bolder)

(There were only a few left now
And they wanted to join their troupe)

"No way" (I said) "Settle down
That's enough mischief for today"
"Please" (they said) "Now let us out -
For we only want to play!"

"Maybe" (I said)
"But It seems that I
Cannot trust you lot at all-
Based on what I've seen today"

"Besides you've set my nerves on edge,
So now I need a beer -
(And by the way, am I the only one,
Who's thinking clearly here?")

"Fair enough" - the monkeys said
(As I took them to the bar)
"But can we have a drink as well-
As we have come this far?"

"It would seem fair" (I said to them)
"But you must be well behaved"
"We'll all be good" (they said to me)
"We will not act depraved"

"OK" (I said) "Then I'll let you out-
Though you'll all
Have to settle down -
And only two at a time"

"For two is company
And threes a crowd
(As you lot well know)
So come and gather round"

Cautiously I opened the bag
And let the first two monkeys out
Then cheekily (one said to me)
"I think it is your shout"

"Water for you two only" ( I told them)
"You're bad enough as it is -
And if you don't entirely mind
Sit there and mind your biz"

No sooner had they got their drinks
Then one it jumped the bar!
He grabbed a bottle of champagne
And poured it in a jar

Of course I tried to stop him quick
But soon he drank the lot
Then he smashed all of the glasses
And started throwing sh*t!

Well security - they threw him out,
And he wound up in the car park
(That was the last I saw of him -
Even though I sent a scout)

The other one sat on his bar stool
And quietly sipped his water
Then all of a sudden he jumped up
And stole a lady's fascinator!

He put the thing on his head
And then ran round and round
Then he was off and on the track
(They could not pin him down)

Now embarrassed I sat quiet
And stared into my beer
Then I said to the last one in the bag
"Why on Earth did I bring you here?"

The last monkey in the bag
Well, then he said to me:
"I cannot vouch for my friends-
So can you please now set me free?"

"Sure," I said "Your welcome now-
And trouble I can do without"
With that, I upended the bag
And that last monkey - he jumped out!

(Moral of the story?):
Don't take too many monkeys to the racetrack.


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I've had too many women
Drunken too much booze
Been lost inside the city
With too much choice to choose.

I've tried too much of this
And done too much of that
Slept around, got on the piss
And been with alley cats.

Gambled, fought, and brawled
(Although I am a lover)
My younger years were wild and lost
My passion a hot smother.

Ambition hard has been a vice
My feelings have been token
Now my souls as cold as ice
For my heart has been broken.




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At twenty-four, and living by the beach
Mired in sadness I heard the ocean's roar.
The girl I loved once - now she's out of reach; -
(Restless waves haunt my longing for evermore).
Why this bitterness? And what could it teach?
(And all I feel is hurt at my heart's core).
To take my mind off things I go out drinking -
So I'm sitting in a pub at Dee Why* thinking.

Saturday night and each sip of my drink numbs -
To give me just a few hours to forget.
Like the froth on schooners** sorrow overruns -
The sour cold ale as bitter as my regret.
To alcohol, my pain at last succumbs
(I grow lost in memory and introspect).
Though it seems true - as I grow more forlorn -
That things are always "darkest before the dawn".

And strangely now I see a girl walk in
Into the pub, and looking slightly lost;-
Her clothes expensive, and her body thin; -
(I want to talk to her but not accost).
I see her find a table and settle in -
She seems lonely somehow, and her face downcast.
A few drinks later I conquer my shyness -
I walk up to her and compliment her dress.

After some small talk, we exchanged our names
(It seemed that she was glad of the company).
Here I go again, playing lover's games -
(That's how it was that she now came to join me).
Of such situations, I am not ashamed -
(And looking closer she was quite a beauty).
I told her "your the prettiest girl I've seen"
When I asked her name - she told me - "Caroleen".

That night I held - for our hearts - an inquest -
And all her naked beauty came undone.
She lets me be her white knight in this conquest;-
(The next day we'd watch the newly rising Sun).
Our love was guiltless - this I now attest -
(I guess that night we both needed someone).
Here again - another girl - and circumstance; -
Every situation diff'rent for romance.

I put some music on - It was Chris Isaak -
I touched her hair - the darkest of brunette; -
Then after half an hour in my flat,
We're in bed; - (memories I won't soon forget).
Bright moonlight fell athwart the window slats
(And made her seem more beautiful still yet).
Passions rise and two souls must now mingle -
Better by a thousand times than single.

The next morning we walked along the beach
And sunshine's liquid light played on the waves.
My hand caressed her face - as soft as peach -
(I guess we both got what we truly craved).
If only for one night then - each to each -
(I'm lucky on a list her name I've saved).
Looking seaward she said: "fish are caught in nets"
Like a lover's heart perhaps? - without regrets.




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High above - somewhere in the firmament
Before we're born it seems our die is cast
And destiny amid this life's entanglement
Shines softly forth - like moonlight on a path.

Our loves and lovers neither of us know
The folly of our youth - true heart's desire -
A chill in the soul - like winter snow -
Young passion burning with a quick hot fire.

Childhood lost too soon - the toll of years
And in a flash so much of life is gone
Trial and tribulation, laughter, tears -
Life's morning, afternoon and setting sun.

First love, last love - and all those in between -
Are strung across the far flung Milky Way.
They now return - to haunt me in my dreams -
Sweet mistress of the night a memory.


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