boyshchrm6 Poetry (141)

Denim jeans or ballroom gown
A womanly figure in any town
Hips that curve and waist so thin
As close to heaven as I've ever been
Golden hair flowing over smooth skin
Green eyes that draws all others in
Oh to cling to you and hold tight
Press you close all through the night
Whispered words of breathless love
Smiles and glances from each above
Never leave but if your must...linger
Entwine our hands, each and every finger
Lips full and so passionately filled
Your lust detains and controls free will

Cogs of grey membrane turning endlessly
Clutching memories slipping as if pulled by gravity
Endless thoughts and random theories
Midnight frantic dillusions and colourless visions
Stoic face or feigned smiles of fake platitutes
Dreary gloom set over a now vacant and debauched moon
Kiss her hard and pretend to swoon, words rehearsed
to make her believe the absurd
Coerced emotions injected and fabricated and left to bake
Words of affection carefully crafted to prevent rejection
What a strange, paradoxical and theatrical production love is.
Out, out damn honesty. Rehearse the script. Tis not real,
but is what it is ...the thespian wins and the honest fool
partakes of naught, then becomes the understudy to
learn the craft.

Suddenly thrusted to
The Edge of Nowhere.
The entrance to beyond.
The exit of what once was.
The Threshold of Destiny.

Cold puffy fingers sometimes white or perhaps blue
Frozen slippery steps and thoughts of chipping ice thru
Snow covered autos all in a row distinguished
entirely by a smidgeon of colour sometimes relinquished
A grim freezing day and yet many more of winter
I long for a moment of time of warmth..if only a splinter
Frozen numb wipers and sealed frozen locks
Perhaps the car will start if the battery's not shocked
Defrost forever to blurry images outside
Seems forever before I can even try to drive
Did I mention how I hate this sh..........sleet
Did I tell you I don't like it only try to survive it
Images in my head now drive me insane
More days of cold, frozen, broken,stiff, mundane,
stuck, caked, blurry, miserable, cursed misery.
Did I mention I hate winter?
Slipping, sliding, falling and shambles
Wind blowing me sideways as I ramble
Am I cold and miserable or to the point of frostbite
Can I make it thru one more cursed winter night
Did I mention I hate winter?

There are many rays from a new dawning horizon
Only one can capture someone's soul as it shines on
Perhaps that ray will appear to them as flesh and bone
And convince them that they will never again be alone
When you say your final good-bye and assure someone
You'll not vanish like mist as the final ray of the setting sun
Perhaps someone and yourself will know who you really are
If you can walk straight to them much like a shooting star
When one's vision clears of illusion and the image is defined
Perhaps they will take you in their arms and say "Be mine"

I see you smiling and I embrace your smile.
I see you looking thoughtful and have no doubt its true.
I see you swimming and I want to tred the waves beside you
I see you laughing and I want to be the one to make you joyous.
I see sad eyes and it draws me to you.
I see you smile and yet your eyes speak volumes.
I see your creativity and I rejoice at your talent.
I see you looking sad and I want to hold you and tell you I understand.
I see your face on my screen and I try to look into your kindly soul.
I want to know you intimately and all your virtues to extoll...
I see and yet I don't see. I look and I want to believe.
My eyes strain all the better to you perceive.
A flat screen is not your actual countenance.
Perhaps I only see what I want to see.
Perhaps the image is not even itself real.
Perhaps my illusion is great and my imagination naive.
Perhaps my thoughts are reflected back from the screen.
Perhaps my perception is that of a refracted
Image as I view you from an alternate plane of thought.
Perhaps you do not exist and maybe never did.
Perhaps my visions are only visual rantings of a deluded mind.
Perhaps i will hold you and you will disappear in a cloud of vapor
As with the woman in my dreams for a long,long time now.

Be mine............................................................V'lntine
Please be mine.............................................A Crimson stein
Wont you be my Valentine.................... I don't want a Frankenstein
I will ask until I'm finally blind............thoughts of you within my mind
Wont you be my main Squeeze..Wont you if I ask you double please
You know I dont want a tease. Ill even give you some pink cheese
Won't you kiss me now geez. I wont give you a deadly disease
I promise that it will please me at least if you don't sneeze
Won't you be my Idle Vine, a kind of strawberry wine
If you would that would be so possitively fine
I'll even give to you an elegant dine
Flowers as my constant sign
Be my Crimson Baby
Yes not maybe
Won't you
Huh!




Won't you be my Idle Vine

I truly don't know what to think
I've persued her to the very brink
I think I'm who she's been searching for
Yet she seems to demand frequently less or more
I'm at my wits end that's for sure
I'm confused do I love her or not
My heart is reserved from previous hurts
It's hard for me to explain thinking in only spurts
I want to talk and to meet her
I'm most certainly excited to greet her
Yet she shoves me away each time
That I want to approach her and make her mine
I believe she has been hurt a lot
And as such she is reluctant to be sought
Yet every farmer knows the truth
If thrown from a horse you must remount of course

Take one pretty kind hearted girl
Add compassion to her soul
Take a man that loves her so
With loyal sauce simmer slow

Stuff passion into his heart
Add seasoning to make him tart
A sprinkle of hot sauce to
Will make him fiery for you

Darling help me with this recipe
Mixed together and you will see
You with me and me with you
We'll become one not just we two

Your beauty intense
Viewed thru your pure spirit
Reveals the true you

The boy and girl rode westward from the stables that fine day
T'was the end of the summer and first date since they had met
The girl seated on the Chestnut and boy on a dark bay
They'd talked all summer without being alone as yet

Soon they would both leave for different colleges and careers
Their passion for riding would become a distance memory
The simple life would soon become a thing of passing years
Their equestrian accomplishments probably past glory

Hours later they came to a clearing overlooking a stream
A tall silver maple marked the unique dining spot
An equisite place for picnic lunches and a summer dream
The warm summer breeze making the shade so very quickly sought

They tethered horses to a poplar near the clearing
They had brought sanwiches, fruit, pie and wine with plastic glass
The boy with arms ladden and the girl with golden earring
They sat on red and white linen nostalgic of the past

Chatting of the hot summer gone they smiled and laughed
Talked of hopes and dreams and futures that would come to pass
They quickly spoke of things to be as white wine they quaffed
Conversing the honey bees buzzed just above the lass

A hive in branches high above were home to queen and drones
The hansome boy and fair haired girl enjoying chatter
Then came a time when girl and boy spoke in more muted tones
Perhaps Sensing smell of wildflowers abundant scatter

They both fought for single fork that was meant for the apple pie
As if on queue the breeze ceased as if halted in time
As wrestling ceased each caught the other's inquiring eye
Each gentle leaf bent closer as if intent to see a crime

Hand caressed her chin gently to see what was amiss
The meeting of eyes closed out the sense of earthly world
He bent down and while caressing her cheek did steal a kiss
A hummingbird hovered as the girl's hair unfurled

Secure under the maple's canopy of silver green light
Tenderley embraced in passion they whiled away hours
Amongst the satin patina of the hummingbird's flight,
buzz of the honey bee, and fragrant hint of wildflowers

The sun drifted west unveiling the couple to sun's ray
They were no longer under the great maple's safe mantle
They packed not envying the promise of end of day
They road double with girl behind the boys saddle cantle

As they sadly parted and went their own seperate ways
With Visions of ride to the stream and silver maple trees
They knew that they would often remember bright summer days
Luscious beauty of nature and the warm summer breeze

Secure under the maple's canopy of silver green light
Tenderley embraced in passion they whiled away hours
Amongst the satin patina of the hummingbird's flight,
buzz of the honey bee, and fragrant hint of wildflowers

I had known you for a time and had grown to like you.
It was only recently that I talked to you frequently
and realized how you thought.The like grew to fondness
and the fondness grew to missing you.Then one day I
looked across the room and saw your thoughts were
far away.You looked sad to the point of sullen and lonely looking....it was in that instance...that brief
millisecond...that one pure now of time...
and then it happened...that I fell madly in love with you!
I wanted to rush over and take you oh so gently in my
arms and look into your eyes and tell you that I would
make you happy...make you laugh.,.make all the pain
and sorrow and sulleness go away...no matter the cost
and no matter what I had to do for I had fallen in love
with you unconditionally and I only wanted to live to
make you happy. I wanted to shout that I loved you
and expected nothing in return.I wanted to do that so
badly and yet I couldn't ...for it would be inappropriate
and I knew what an upright and moral and proud person
you were.I was torn between then loving you too much...
and not wanting to do anything to offend you...even
though it felt so right and noble and tender to do so.....
Perhaps I should have run to you that day. Perhaps......