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How much better it might have been
If I’d realized what was going on in my trunks
Was due to her close proximity
Then the summer was over
And I let her get away
That winter we moved away
And I never saw another summer with Maria again
If only I’d known then what I know now of life
HURT
When your heart
Has been broken
And stepped on
It leaves you hesitant
Reluctant to try
To give in once more
To open up To emotion
To dip your toe
Into the mire
Into the ocean
Of desire
To dip your toe
Into the ocean
Of unknown emotion
If you don’t
Enter the water
You wont get wet
There is no danger
Of being dragged under
Should you take a chance?
On love again
Throw caution to the wind
Open yourself up to the pain
Or the pleasure
Feel the love
Washing over you
Immersing yourself
The waves washing over you
It may drown you
If you do
If you resist the temptation
You will be safe
Unharmed in your segregation
Yet a single moment spent
In the refreshing waters
Stood on the ocean floor
Is worth a lifetime
Spent safely on the shore
CUPIDS BEAU
It took only seconds, after he saw her
For him to adore her
And In a week of having rated her
He went on and dated her
When he said good night after kissing her
Straight away he was missing her
And when he started to caress her
He wanted to possess her
And even before he made love to her
He was deeply in love with her
Then In a month of having bedded her
He went on and wedded her
They went together like hand in glove
How lucky to land in love
IN THE COMPANY OF ANGELS
If I am the first to go
I will wait for you in the place
Where the crowns of Angels glow
If I go first because I lost the fight
I will be waiting with the Father
Where the tunnel opens into light
If I am the first one there
I will await you in lush meadows
Where heady perfume fills the air
If I go first and leave you lonely
We will meet again in paradise
In our loved ones company
If I am the first to go, allay your fears
I will be waiting in the place
Where there are no more tears
If I go before you and we must part
I will wait for you in heaven
Where sweet music soothes the heart
If I am first to go we will meet again
In a far better place than this
Where God has banished pain
If I go first through the eternal door
You will find me with the angels
Where suffering is no more
If I am first to go by days or years
You will find me waiting there
Far beyond this vale of tears
THE SEARCH
Since I was a young man,
Little more than a boy
I searched for it, my holy grail
The key, which will unlock me
The piece of the puzzle, which will complete me
My reflection, my soul mate
I looked everywhere
But no love at first sight
No lightning bolts, no electric shocks
I searched for years for my perfect other
But that’s not right I didn’t seek perfection
I didn’t have a set of criteria
Not Hair colour, eyes, height, shape
Accent, social background, interests or age
I didn’t have a vision of her
I didn’t even know what I sought
But when I saw her I would know
Not that I went hunting
I didn’t engage in quests or pursuits
I knew that if it was suppose to happen it would
If I were fated to be alone, then so be it
So I went about my living my life
Work, friends, family holidays in the lakes
And I had a very happy life
Not an empty existence
Just a feeling of incompleteness
One of the pleasures of life for me
Was inhabiting books shops
Proper bookshops with rows of leather and vellum
Shelves full of old friends
Dickens, Buchan, Lewis, Too many to name
One day I stood thumbing a well-read volume
And I dropped it to the floor inexplicably
I stooped to retrieve it
But another hand reached it first
As we both stood up
I breathed her scent then I met her gaze
And saw the smile on her lips and in her eyes
As she placed the book in my hand
Our fingers touched for the briefest moment
And a tingle of electricity passed between us
“Ah there you are,” I said to myself
LOVE AT A STROKE
I saw her across the room
A vision of beauty to the beholder
I was struck, instantly
By her loveliness, by her elegance
The way she held herself
I was spellbound by the image
I was physically altered by her
Was this love at first sight?
Or mere infatuation
She was really lovely
And I doubtless felt something
What I saw was a rare beauty
A precious thing
Like a work of art
Treasured on a gallery wall
A painting seen from a distance
But what I felt wasn’t love
Not from the first sight of her
Desire yes, feelings of passion also yes
Want and need certainly
But real depth of love no
This comes later, after closer study
Examining the canvas
Every nuance, each brushstroke
Form, colours, composition, perspectives
Seeing beneath the beautiful façade
To find beneath the painted layers
To where true beauty resides
Only after this patient study
Can you find true depth of feeling
And claim to be in love
TOUGH LOVE
If you fall in love
And get your fingers burnt
If you give all of yourself
And end up broken hearted
Don’t withdraw from life
Get back in the saddle
Dip your toe once more into the mire
Don’t deny yourself the chance
To swim again in an ocean of desire
You must be immersed
In an ocean of emotional tempest
To feel alive, to be alive
You must take off your vest
Before May is out
Take a risk, take a gamble
If you don’t buy a ticket
You can never win the jackpot
Its better to open up to danger
Take the knocks and live
ANNE
Anne stood on a still riverbank at peace
A silent and untroubled location
She knew well that then 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
Remembrances filled her young head
Of when her own council was all she had
No more, since he entered her life
A soul mate and kindred spirit, 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
PICTURES OF LILY
Her hair was dirty blonde, shoulder length
Curly like 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 and pouty
Her skin smooth as polished wood, her figure
Like a Rodin carving of perfection
Dress this in silk and lace, you have passion
Her soft breasts hidden within delicate lace
Hips, buttocks, femininity similarly
Her legs sheathed in stockings of black silk
Stiletto heels shaping them perfectly
A vision as this is not as it seems
It’s the airbrushed woman of my dreams
UNAFFECTED
She was beautiful, elegant, graceful
She held herself with dignity and poise
Yet was unaware of her own attraction
At school, boys of her age, for want of her
Cried themselves to sleep, she was unaware
She turned heads and yet did not notice
This was not arrogance or even aloofness
She did not see herself as others did
It had always been so, Her innocence
Not that she did not date boys or even men
She was neither virginal nor chaste
She was chased and pursued but not caught
Her heart when given went to the one man
Who saw beneath as only a soul mate can
UNDER THE CLOCK
Suited and booted he sat waiting there
Perched on the edge of his seat, restless
He sat watching 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
He asked himself “what was he doing”?
A blind date what was he 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
She slipped off her coat effortlessly
With an easy grace and elegance
When he took off his coat, he hit his arm
On the wall, hit a woman on the back
And knocked over a lamp, she laughed
Sympathetically and she bad him sit
EVERY CORNER OF THE WORLD (1)
I have stood in view of the far pavilions
I have stood upon the great lakes shore
I have stood in the heat of the hottest desert
I have stood at Niagara and looked in awe
I have seen many things in my long life
It is my plan to live to see many more
But I know I will never see more beauty
Now I stand beside you of that I’m sure
EVERY CORNER OF THE WORLD (2)
From the land of the long white cloud
To the land of the midnight sun
I will follow you to the ends of the earth
Because for me you’re the only one
WHITE LADY
The soft pale skin of her face was hidden
Beneath the large brim of hew broad straw hat
This cast a dappled shadow across her
Which touched her shoulders, arms and her breasts
The straw hat contained her strawberry curls
While white cotton confined her young breasts
The cotton of her dress hid her figure
It billowed around her, fitting only
Where it touched, her young body a mystery
A vision in white causing men to stare
As a shaft of light burst through the trees
Backlighting her form for us all to see
Everything exposed by the summer light
Set all men’s pulses racing at the sight
A STRANGER THAT I KNOW
I approached a stranger, a woman
Though not a stranger, some how familiar
In some way, In her pale eyes I saw what?
Recognition? There was something but what
We held each other’s gaze and then she stood
We faced each other in silence, watching
She offered her hand to me smiling
I took it and smiled back, in silence
Her hand soft and gentle lay on my own
Then her fine delicate fingers fitted
Between mine like pieces of a puzzle
Placed to fit perfectly, completing
A picture of lost moments found once more
She spoke and opened an eternal door
DREAM LAKE
The dark lake at midnight reflected back
Her own image, she knew this to be her
Bu why was she at the lake at midnight
Why did she not know how she got there?
And why was she naked one the lake shore
A cool breeze blew off the quiet
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