SWEET GIRL

 

Ahla was very cute and sweet

And she worked at the sweetshop

An appropriate occupation

For such a confection

I asked her out one day

And too my surprise she said yes

But on our first date I found

She was not so cute and sweet

But was rather deliciously sinful

And she gave me a proper treat

But I wasn’t the first to dip his liquorice

In that particular fountain

Every lad with a sweet tooth

Had sampled her pick and mix

Even the oldies with a taste for soft centres

Had tried her Turkish delight

But I didn’t mind sharing

After all a bag of candy goes a long way

But I had to draw the line

When I heard about Bertie Bassett

With whom she did Allsorts

DEAR LOST AND FOUND

 

Dear lost and found

Can you please assist?

Lost – one heart

In poor general condition

Broken repeatedly

Repaired shoddily

(Too many times to count)

It is a good heart

Generous in proportion

True and steady

Not of fickle disposition

A trusting heart

A heart given freely

Last possessed by Julie

Heart was last seen

Being trodden underfoot

By previous keeper

EYE OF THE BEHOLDER

 

You always feel like

A Sunflower amidst the Daffodils

A Thistle among the Tulips

Out of place, unsightly

 

You see yourself

As the ugly duckling

But who never transformed

Into the beautiful swan

 

You feel ugly and at odds

Ungainly and ungraceful

How wrong you are

To me you are perfection

 

You should feel like

You are a Rose amidst Cabbages

An Orchid among Daises

In pride of place, radiant

 

I see you as

The beautiful signet

Who was transformed

Into a beautiful graceful swan

 

That’s how I see you

An angel from the host

A goddess among mortals

Whom I shall forever worship

ANY OLD PORT IN A STORM

 

I was stranded and lonely with time to kill

And I was looking for someone to cure my ill

They told me about the only available “miss”

Who went by the unkind name of ugly Agnes

“Left on the shelf, and as plain as a pike staff”

“Facing the wall” he said followed by a laugh

I figured she’d be better than nothing at all

The girl left on the shelf, facing the wall

They gave me some direction to follow

Where I crept to and peeked in the window

I spied her in the candle lights flicker

Legs akimbo showing a glimpse of knicker

This old maid, who’d been left on the shelf

Was sat home alone pleasuring herself

There was nothing homely about this old maid

As she caressed herself and erotically played

And as I watched her deft self seduction

I was anxious to make my introduction

Outside I banged hard on the front door

Inside I banged her hard on the floor

But the savage and primeval union

Led to a more tender sensual communion

What had begun as “any old port in a storm”

Ended with me proud to stay till the dawn

Now I often get stranded with time to kill

And I know where to go to cure my ill

The locals call her Ugly Agnes or Plain Jane

But I go to love her again and again

WAS IT DESTINY?

 

Was it destiny?

Or an act of providence

That wove the threads

On the eternal tapestry

What twist of fate?

What unseen hand

Rolled the fateful die

That moved us on our paths

What unseen gamer

Steered my avatar to yours

For what reason

Did the fates conspire?

To cross our paths

To bind our souls

What great celestial clock

Struck time

And brought us both to this place

To this time

To each other

Who must we thank?

LOVE IS..... # 10

Love is…

Not a metaphor

Nor is it figurative

Or expressed in symbols

Love just is 

LOVE IS..... # 9

 

Love is…

Not fearing the quiet

Not doubting in the silence

Not feeding your insecurities

Not being jealous

Jealousy is not love