lovecanbereal Poetry (146)

When I was young I got out on the piss*
To meet head-on whatever came my way
No internet back then - I'd be remiss
Well so it was then back and "in the day"
On the hunt to find that little miss
Who would go on to prove an easy lay
Out late at night again with all this boozing
In circumstance not wholly of my choosing.

On this occasion now I was nineteen
And drinking in a pub at Banksia**
I saw a girl like someone in a dream
Like a sailor sighting land, I sighted her
Her hair was blonde and permed (or so it seemed)
All I could think of now was bedding her
Or caught out on a limb to crash and burn?
Sometimes it seems some people never learn.

I went up to this girl and started talking
I introduced myself (tipsy not drunk)
To shyness overcome I was inventing
What I thought she'd like to hear from a young punk
My conversation must be interesting
(Or quickly would tonight's prospect be sunk)
We talked of this and that and then the other
She asked for a drink - I bought her another.

Thus another young man winds up in bed
With another on a list of conquests
(And nine times out of ten with a sore head
The morning after such long nightly quests)
Back in my room we both our clothes did shed
(That is to say, we quickly both undressed)
Though to this day, I still say its a shame
For the life of me, I can't recall her name.

No prize for guessing now what happened next
This kind of love is a mere necessity
As quickly in the sheets, we jumped betwixt
So there it was - we both now had our way
A type of love and lust were intermixed
(I write this now but from my memory)
And even now, I still say its a shame
When to this day I can't recall her name!




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When we were young and reckless
Our hearts tripped
Across broken midnight
And stolen gold.

Walking in the city
Late one night
I saw traffic light reflections
On wet cobblestones.

The neon and hot amber
Of the summer's night
Rain-slicked red/green
Hues reflected
Cast me back in time-
We were in love then.

It all seems long ago
I walked through streets
Of the city night
When I loved you.

When things were
At their blackest
Adolescent meaning
You rescued me.

When all seemed hopeless
Or too hard
You appeared
In this first innocence, our love was.

And we are older now
We've lived an infinity
Of different lives
Still, I remember.

When two hearts
In their first
Flush of youth
Find their trust.

Be glad that we could love
Even once now
I think that I might know
What they mean by angels.



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Two lovers came upon a woody brake
And entered there within - their leave to take
Across their heads a bow of leafy briar
Which interlaced below a bright blue sky.

Nature had there formed a perfect cradle -
Cover to young love was thus enabled
Bees were buzzing 'midst the loaded flowers
Where these lovers spent long drowsy hours.

For spring had burst through shoots and within leaves
With gentle mockery season deceives
And playing now with fancy on a breeze
They kissed and felt delight in trem'bling knees.

Where coarse emotions were - some even base
Now love and winged poesy took their place
The verse of these two hearts - was subtle - calm
And their spirits - were - each other's balm.

So if you ever see young lovers - going
Into the forest - or some shady dell
Bless them in your heart - and just remember
That we were once young lovers there as well.




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I see you girl - in the corner of this pub
I see the sorrow in your downcast eyes,
I see you nod your head - as now a drug -
Holds you close with its deceit and bitter lies.
The air around you cloyed - as in a fug -
The glasses on your table stacked three high;
I look but cannot think of things to say -
All I can do is witness your dismay.

What went wrong so early in your life?
You don't look much more than twenty-three -
What demons do you fight? What monstrous strife?
(And if I cried a tear t'would be for thee).
I can see your heart is broken - like a knife
Had cut you there - now plain for all to see -
The expression in your eyes as hard as stone
As you sit there at your table - drinking alone.

On a raft of beer and drugs you now escape -
I can see you float upon this poison tide;
Your eyes becoming glassy - now opaque -
As you try - and try some more - your hurt to hide.
I can see you've taken more than you can take -
That somethings broken down there deep inside;
On your fingers - just for show - a few cheap rings -
Another angel - has gone and lost her wings.



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I have talent - by my own assertion-
And it seems that lately, many more agree;
Though writing chiefly now in the first person-
Is that person I now write of - really me?
Far be it now, for me to cast aspersion -
On many (or even any) of my deeds;
For it is merely all "poetic license"-
" I'm " the poet that the critics cannot silence.



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I look into my horse's eyes -
A deep pool there that holds no lies;
An honest glance without conceit
As he stands tall on all four feet.

From your liquid lambent eyes
Your equine soul now me espies
And I could never do you wrong -
I can only praise you in this song.

You'll take quick flight - if alarmed -
Speed animates your vital form;
Though when your still as a calm lake -
In mutual trust we both partake.

Rebel my beautiful standard bred
Your chestnut all from tail to head
On the trot track you once did race
And with stamina could quick miles pace.

You were still strong years after racing
Though now you trot instead of pacing
Adapting as a saddle horse
You did train on - no need for force.

You quietly did as you were bidden
First in the gig, and then when ridden
You learnt to trot and canter freely -
And then to jump most gracefully.

In your strong body not one bad bone
At Richmond Farm you found a home -
To there live out your life complete
To my sweet horse Rebel - Rest In Peace.


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Write as much as you can
In every style that you can
To find your true voice;
Then pan the gold from the dross -
To publish only your best.


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Look at our birth - does it ever seem a curse?
Or a miracle that happens - nothing more?
Does our time go on endlessly - or worse?
Or does full life time break us like a whore?
All that I hope, - is we should find some peace -
All that I hope, - is from our life's rich store -
Is that our dreams will go on endlessly;-
Or when life ends - so does our suffering.

We cast our eyes across time's boundless sea
We cast our eyes afar - then ask for more.
Look into the sky - vast blue infinity -
Or look back - to the days and years of yore.
Look back in time and see rich history -
Then look ahead - what has destiny in store? -
To seize this cherished snowflake's chosen moment -
To love and hold what we have this instant.


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Melissa at a party year eleven
White skin like milk - with just a few freckles
That night you were my little piece of heaven
Our passion burning bright with fiery sparkles.
Your silky hair was jet black like a raven -
As to me tonight your kingdom falls!
Melissa, sweet honey girl - attracting bees -
And that night we both did as we pleased.

Fumbling;- beginner's love, - both seventeen
Not much experience; - except the year
Before that, diff'rent girl (I was sixteen).
Expectations rise - though with a bit of fear -
Is this the real thing - or just a dream?
Emotions flood us - we hold each other near; -
Dear God in heaven - give me just a taste!
Sweet Melissa - I remember your embrace.

Young love that night had broken all its strictures
As hot feelings found full consummation.
(At least that's what they tell us in the pictures -
In practice a more messy situation).
To me my dear Melissa now surrenders -
And vice a versa - what infatuation!
As in an ecstasy our youthful passion
Found frisson and excitement in this fashion.

Big waves are building - but to break on the shore -
With both our hearts now sighing with devotion;
(I will use the sea now as a metaphor -
For what is first love but a raging ocean?)
Caught in a sweet embrace we still want more -
Remember your first time - a revelation!
Well that is what happened at this party -
Where Melissa vanquish'd her virginity.

I write this now - as looking back through time -
Now thirty years have gone - where did they go?
And this the start of love-life most sublime
Which started there in Bell those years ago.
My belle in Bell (I could not resist that line)
And woman since have been delight and woe -
If I told all now - then you would have an epic; -
So I better halt my discourse on this topic.


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I longed for your touch - and "burnt my fingers*
On a page of a book" kept next your heart;
So that in a kind of prison memory lingers
Fading slowly as we drift apart;
As your elusive beauty now surrenders
To this poetic page, stanzas impart
That to which I tell of our loves essence
Subtle as the twilight's evanescence.

Do you think of me still? - for 'oft I think of you -
Are you satisfied and happy with your life?
Our love was platonic - although no less true -
And you may be contented as a wife.
Sometimes I do fancy (on days when I feel blue)
What could have been (perhaps) - had not fate's knife -
Cut our love in twain - and separated -
That for which we fought - and strove - and hated.

We shared a love of horses - and of things equestrian
Although we shared too little of our time.
This life (so short it seems) is too pedestrian
(Those moments wasted really were a crime).
I think of destiny and things celestial -
And to this poem now add another line,
Perhaps - after all - you were too good for me:
I just wish we could talk now - by telepathy?

Danielle for you - I now write courtly verses -
And for posterity record my love
Forgive my feelings now in these discourses
Emotions that were once a treasure trove
I take this muse in hand as one does horses
(Just to think that we were made in stars above!)
For my Pegasus now prances in the sand -
Where once I saw you riding there so grand.


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We met in Newtown* 'twas a dinner party
At St Peters* I kissed you in a lane
My head was swimming and I felt swoon dizzy
Now both of us had made our feelings plain.
The fount of love had over flowed with plenty
And I could see that now you felt the same; -
From there was only one place then to head
That was quickly - to my room - and into bed.

Your hair fell down - in soft cascades all over
White shoulders - in lovely jet black rivulets
I felt a need - as a young man - to take cover
Amid those tresses - and longed just to forget
My childhood pain - taking you my lover
Your alabaster skin - there's no regret-
We found our selves lost in a private fancy
And for a time found sweet intimacy.

Now chasing this affection our young days
I was twenty two - you twenty seven
For three months every day sweet love we made
Something innocent there was - close to heaven -
If there were others - then they were betrayed
Whatever that we had now had to happen -
First now at my place - and then at yours -
Fantastic love was writing its own laws.

First at St Peters where we couldn't stop
What we had started there the night before
You stayed three days and I could no more hope
To stay what others may at first deplore
And after this it seems we must elope
Bound for your flat in Crows Nest* and some more; -
Becoming now our bower in the city
This love some never know - and mores the pity.

Your figure full - an hourglass perfect made
Your eyes as soft as mist with a moist dew
Reclining on your couch in dark brocade
That was when we found what lovers knew
In ages gone before us - now not delayed
Trust not known to many - perhaps a few
To tie a lover's knot and make real a fantasy-
Swimming in the ocean of our destiny.

Half Irish, half Maori, and all beautiful
That's when I loved your body and its curves -
Loves rich bounty now becoming plentiful
In floods of passion where we lost ourselves.
Sweet recollections still are bountiful -
As cradled within time your memory dwells -
Those feelings that encompassed sweet delight -
Where we lost ourselves to love most ev'ry night.


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The time ticks past so slowly in your flat,
And sometimes I just long for some sleep waiting;
For you to come home, and tell me where your day
Has taken you - and where your at

Each moment seems compressed though time is flying
In your world there's so much rest and so much healing
Of loneliness, where longings no more leaving
It's words of guilt, that leave us searching, pleading

Times when woman cry - softly keening
She hopes her man gets back before this evening
And it seems that while I write this time is fleeting
And I hear a sighing ocean in the distance

Not far away a lonely cove lies waiting
Rills of waves the mornings sunshine kisses
With flecks of gold, this not yet ruined world,
Before it sinks in black before this evening

A great sleep that must still come is nearing
So much of this life is merely dreaming
I wrote this to you late - just last evening
When the end of day falls black and bitter seething

Unlike that bliss where two hearts share true feeling
This affection - memories of our love don't lie
We kissed to close the gap - a secret meeting -
And still I wait for you in this cold flat
That's not so cold, for I know in the morning
Love's valediction rose brings its true meaning


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