You were my one and only
Now music has been banished
And I suffer alone and silently
Wednesday, 19 April 2023
YOUR TOUCH
Your tender touch
Meant so very much
And I miss that touch
A touch too much
Your tender touch
Meant so very much
And I miss that touch
That was nonesuch
LOVE REMEMBERED
I remember falling in love
And there was beauty in the world
Because my love was returned
By you in equal measure
And it was shared by you and I
A love we thought would last
As long as the world kept turning
But we were seriously in error
Because the love has gone
And in our once love filled hearts
There is now an empty hollow
As they pine for what is lost
While in the cool shadows
Our discarded dreams Lay
Abandoned in the gloom
Where the rays of sun light
Cannot penetrate the darkness
As our love lies bleeding
And can never be revived
JOYFUL DAYS
Gone is that joyful day
When we stood before God
Humble in his presence
And we were joined as
one
Everything ahead of us
Gone are those joyful days
Full of love and laughter
Days of tender moments
And heady nights of passion
Everything ahead of us
Gone are those joyful days
When we walked the shoreline
Sunlight glinting on the water
Walking hand in hand
Happy and carefree,
Everything ahead of us
Gone are those joyful days
When God blessed our union
Delivering joy into our lives
As our little family grew
And we had everything
we desired
Gone are those joyful
days
When your smile lit up
my life
And filled my heart
with love
Before it was broken
in two
And you were still
here with us
Gone are the joyful
days
Since you have gone
before me
And you are now at Gods side
So I will miss you until the day
When God reunites us
I look forward to that joyful day
When we stand again together
But though my heart is broken
I must delay our reunion
Because our children need me
And I must love them double now
UNDERMINED
Our love, once sturdy
Strong as granite rock
Standing against the storm
Has been eroded
By elements of distrust
Unspoken discontents,
And bitter jealousies
Corrodes like acid
As doubts and suspicions
Grow like cancers
Until they become terminal
Silent killers of love
ASYMMETRICAL LOVE
Why do you hold back?
Why can’t you go all the way?
“I love you” those are the words
That I want to hear you
say
Don’t be half hearted
I need you one hundred percent
I don’t want you to be unsure
I want you to be content
You have to be sure
and,
Content as I am in my choice
But you are, not are you?
I can hear it in your voice
You don’t feel the same as I
I don’t make your pulse race
Or your heart skip a beat
I’m right; I see it on your face
Love isn’t a one-way
street
It has to flow both
ways
But it isn’t flowing
to me
Not even on the best
of days
Then it’s over and done
I won’t have half measures
It has to be all or
nothing
Not just the pleasures
I need to be “the one”
I won’t be your second best
I won’t invest my love
With no prospect of
interest
It’s sad when love ends
And a couple have to part
But I only feel regret that
I never reached your heart
LEFT ALONE
Tears stung her eyes
And her voice cracked
As she remembered
Her loss hung heavy
Since he, what?
Even now she can’t say
it
Could not utter the
word
Euphemisms fill her
head
Crossed over, left this
world,
Gone to a better place
He’s in the next room
Passed away
Other people can say
dead
But she cannot
Seven years have
passed
Since it happened, her
loss
And she lost so much
A husband, lover,
friend
Partner, confident
Soul mate
And even now it hurts
Though the wound
Is an old one
It is still unhealed
Still vivid red, angry
Time is a great healer
They said to help her
To comfort her
But she thinks they
lied
REJUVENATED
Laughter rings now
In the once empty
caverns
Of my heart
Sweet wine now flows,
Replacing the bitter
brew
Which once coursed
Through narrowed veins
My senses, once dulled
by time
Now sharp, concise
Vision like a soaring eagle
Able to hear the beat
Of a hummingbirds wings
Nostrils filled with
exotic scent
Heady and cloying
Exquisite tastes
tantalize
An unsophisticated
palate
And the reason
For my transformation
My metamorphosis
Is an angel
Earthbound
Who has energized an
old man
Invigorated my senses
She has rejuvenated me
Stirred my soul
Though she will never
know,
Must never know
How she has affected
me
I will view her from a
distance
And exchange polite
greetings
A warm smile, a
familiar nod
I will keep my own
counsel
And I will feel
contentment
Though my love is
unrequited
A NEW YOUNG LOVE
A young love, a new love,
Fresh and in bud,
A heart racing-ly exciting
love,
Though uncertain,
A future undecided
Though exciting still
A breathless love,
full of longing
Eagerness and
anticipation
Needing to be together
Reluctance to part
Hand touching hand,
Heart touching heart,
A pulse racing love,
With hearts full of
love,
Though heads full of
doubt
“Do they feel as I?”
“Am I a fool to trust?”
Will their love last?
Will it blossom and
grow
Will it bear fruit?
Or will it wither on
the vine
THOSE PICTURES OF LILY
Her hair was dirty blonde, shoulder length,
Curly loose ringlets
cascading down
Her face was
Mediterranean, dark, dusky
Eyes black as the
night sky in winter,
Brows thick and dark,
nose pert, mouth full
Her skin smooth as
polished wood,
A figure like a Rodin
carving of perfection
Dressed in satin and
lace, provocatively
Full breasts hidden
within delicate lace
Hips, buttocks, and
every feminine curve
Slender legs sheathed
in stocking of black silk
Stiletto heels shaping
them perfectly
But the perfect vision
is not as it seems
For it’s the
airbrushed woman of my dreams
Tuesday, 18 April 2023
THE WHITE LADY
The soft pale skin of her face was hidden
Beneath the large broad brim of a straw hat
Which cast a dappled shadow across her
Alabaster shoulders; arms and chest
Save for the wispy
strands upon her neck
The hat concealed her
strawberry curls
And a flowing white
silk dress concealed
Her young figure from
lascivious eyes
The silk billowing
around her, fitting only
Where it touched, her
young body a mystery
The vision in white
caused men to stare
As a shaft of light
burst through the trees
Illuminated her form
for everyone to see
Exposing her delights
in the summer light
UNDER THE GREAT CLOCK
At the Café underneath the great clock,
He sat waiting there
suited and booted
Perched on the edge of
his seat, restless
As he watched the
great clock hands moving
Slowly, as they ticked
off the minutes
His palms sweated and
his heart pounded
As he waited beneath the
great clock face
“What am I doing?” He
asked himself
“A blind date! what
was I thinking, madness”
He was too old for
blind dates, far too old
Why did he agree, what
would they talk about?
He wasn’t young, he
wasn’t cool, he was
More Wilson Philips
than Wilson Picket
But there she was, not
too young, and lovely
His mouth was dry and
he felt a bit faint
“I was terribly
nervous about tonight”
She said putting him
straight at his ease
As she slipped off her
coat effortlessly
With natural elegance
and easy grace.
As he took off his own
coat, he hit his arm
On the wall, bumped
into a woman,
And knocked over a
cruet, she laughed
At his discomfiture,
but not mockingly
And sympathetically
she bade him sit
YOUNG ANNE
Anne stood on a still riverbank, peaceful,
In that silent and untroubled location
But she knew well that was the very last time
She would stand in that special place alone
A joining of hearts in the days to come
Meant her life would be forever altered.
But remembrances filled her young head
Of when her own council was all she had
But no more since he entered her life
A soul mate, kindred spirit and lover
A friend and yet so much more besides
The other half of her, found at long last
And with this new stranger reunited
They will share the love that is requited
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