Friday 31 October 2014

FRIENDS:


Friends are my words & my words are friends,

Those, who together with me, play let´s pretend,

Some are so very cruel & some are just so kind,

Some play with my tongue, others with my mind.

 

With good friends like words, one is never alone,

Wherever one wanders, one always feels at home,

There are always lovers within the bevy of words,

Words, in flocks of birds & in great beasts in herds.

 

In all joys & sadness, there are words to be said,

To be felt in the heart & be thought in the head,

Words that embrace & hold loved ones so tight,

Those friends that smile, within dreams at night.

 

Words are friends that whisper & shout out loud,

Who befriends all alone, or arrives within crowds,

Words, only the best friends that a man may find,

Words, those friends who are never left far behind.

 

HE CALLED ME NAMES:


He called me pretty & that made me smile,

He called me witty & I laughed for a while,

He called me beautiful & I grimaced at him,

He called me funny & I thought it a whim,

He called me intelligent & I thought that nice,

He called me sexy which just turned me to ice,

He then held me tightly & called me so wise,

It was then that I loved him & looked in his eyes.

Wednesday 29 October 2014

THERE´S A PLACE:


There´s a place,

Where tiptoeing is cold, upon old white feet,

A place in the soul, where the two worlds meet,

And beckoning breath´s felt, upon death´s cold call,

Where echoing steps are heard, down life´s long hall.

 

There´s a place,

We go, when the earth gets cramped & so very small,

When the bones become bent & we´re no longer tall,

When the hair is thin & grey, when skin becomes crepe,

When life becomes tight, doesn’t fit & it´s time for escape.

 

There´s a place,

That place where we know, we will never come to harm,

That place where we´re welcomed, with wide open arms,

That place where we know, that we will never feel alone,

That place we return to, that our soul now calls “home”.

 

 

JUST ONE MORE:


God asked her at the pearly gates, at a quarter to three,

“If you had one more wish my dear, what would it be?

Maybe one more day on earth, to bid your fond farewells,

Perhaps, to confess in prayer & save you from hot hells”.

 

Oh yes my Lord, yes, extra time would be so very fine,

Enough time to imbibe, that last glass of rubied wine,

Or one last square of chocolate, dark silky & smooth,

Who needs confession of sin, to calm the soul & soothe?

 

Just one more day my Lord, for a joke, a laugh & a smile,

To tell all my loved ones, I´ll be gone in just a little while,

To tell them I love them, right my wrongs & say I am sorry,

To let them all know I´ll be fine & tell them never to worry.

 

Lord, I would love one more day, just to paint my lips red,

To don ribboned dancing shoes & purple hat upon my head,

To welcome one more sunrise & to say goodbye to the moon,

One more day Lord, to tell them all, “I shall be seeing you soon.”

 

Tuesday 28 October 2014

WHOREDOM:


Whoredom is that place, where all bad men deem to go,

Murky den of iniquity, they don´t want their wives to know,

It´s that seedy place, from where sin´s chalices are imbibed,

Whoredom is that place, where men´s passions & sins reside.

 

Whoredom is that place, within the lonely man´s sick head,                  

That lachrymal bordello, where women´s tears are often shed,

Where all bodies are united, not the heart & deep dark soul,

Whoredom is that place, where flesh is emptied by paying toll.

 

Whoredom is that place, where the voice has lost its song,

That place, where sad lyrics of lust, just sound so very wrong,

Where bodies are used & paid for, yet spirits are left untouched,

Whoredom is that place, where you´ll never hear, “I love you so much.”

I AM WOMAN, I AM ME:


I am fat & wear my kaftans, of long coloured frill,

I am lean & dress in black, just to look leaner still,

My hair is as thick as wool & I wear it long & grey,

I am as bald as an egg & wear turbans bold & gay,

I am loud & brash, I love to sing & have lots to say,

I wear beads & pretty bracelets & earrings that sway,

I am quiet & subdued, which just gets people listening,

I paint my dark eyes bold & my lips red & glistening,

I am soft, I am hard, I laugh, I whisper & also weep,

I dance beneath old moons, when other folk sleep,

I love dark chocolate, red wine & a whiskey or two,

I am one woman, maybe two; I am even quite a few,

I am black, I am white, I am yellow, brown or gold,

 I am maid, I am mother, I´m also Crone, wrinkled old,

I am everything & everyone, I am now so totally free,

Because I am all women & I am totally now, all me.

 

Monday 27 October 2014

AND HE WALKED AWAY:


He´d lived in his village, from his very first day,

Determined since his birth, he was going to stay,

He worked the land & he went without school,

He was taught by the earth & was nobody´s fool.

 

His village stayed quaint, but didn´t stay the same,

Cobbled & lost in time, then the tourists all came,

They laughed at his clothes & his funny wood shoes,

Then went back to their sunning & eternal cold booze.

 

He watched from a distance at the new & the strange,

And in his memory´s eye, saw the passing of change,

Remembering way back, when he had vowed to stay,

Now, shaking his grey old head, he just walked away.

ADVERSITIES:


Over pebbled paths, of memories lost,

On bridges, over troubled waters crossed,

Avoiding thistled thorn, of barb & prong,

She wondered where it all went wrong.

 

Looking way back, over far murky pasts,

She saw now, that nothing ever lasts,

Not the happy, the good, nor sinful bad,

Not the joyful laugh, nor the searing sad.

 

She peered now, through the rain & sun,

And knew, adversities could be overcome,

Only mere life circles, of coming & going,

Akin to earth´s seasons, of reaping & sowing.

 

Sunday 26 October 2014

AND WHAT OF US?


Tell me, what of us in older form?

Now rid of rant & well heard storm,

Of scarce hair, in thin silver thread,

Of trembling claw & confusing head,

And what of us?

 

And what of us, now in older version?

Us, to who all youth, now has aversion,

We, who once had verve & rounded hips,

Bestowing to beaus, who´d kiss our lips,

And what of us?

 

What of us, now old dames of certain age?

Replacing silken breast, with head of sage,

Us, of dancing teeth & speech that sways,

Of bent bone & crepe skin, in mottled greys,

And what of us?

 

What of us, no longer nubile, no more belles?

Faded beauty of yester-year, no longer sells,

We´re the silver Crones of what’s gone & been,

Yet, youth will never see what we have seen,

And what of us?

 

TELL ME:


Tell me in small gestures & tell me in words,

Tell me so softly, in the voices of small birds,

Tell me in grey shadows & in language of light,

Tell me gently in moonbeams & stars of the night.

 

Tell me with your hands & with nod of your head,

Tell me in fields, in forests & also, tell me in bed,

Tell me through signs & written by deft fingers,

Tell me in perfumes that loiter & definitely lingers.

 

Tell me on old oceans & on clouds, up in blue skies,

Tell me in quiet messages, from your soft dewy eyes,

Tell me in sunshine & within the raindrops on trees,

Tell me you´ll love me forever, please, pretty please.                             

Saturday 25 October 2014

WHISPERING NIGHT:


The night whispers softly, where men stop to die,

Her voice echoes the entry, of new born baby´s cry,

Enveloping the dreamers, in mantled moonlit beams,

Closing tightly, around the desperate unheard screams.

 

The night tosses wishing-stars, into lovers waiting eyes,

As coins of Angel´s wishes falling, from dark midnight skies,

She tiptoes over satin fields & through quiet forest Groves,

And she kisses in new dawn, upon soft petal´s dewy toes.

 

The whispering night goes waltzing, & dancing into day,

Upon her silken voice, the treetops, gently start to sway,

Softly touching all on earth, within her ebon velvet wake,

Sighing as she leaves, “Time now to awake, awake, awake.”

 

 

 

STARING:


Men stare at mountains, fields & far places,

Scanning seas, oceans & the passing of faces,

They look through windows, portals & doors,

They peer up at ceilings & search below floors.

 

Men look far beyond panoramas, vistas & views,

Noting shapes of nature & their magnificent hues,

Their eyes feast on women & their beautiful shapes,

Resting on breasts, hips & then settling upon napes.

 

Men search in their starings & from restless soft eyes,

Never finding their treasures & the wondering at why´s,

If they looked a little nearer, deeper & closer to home,

They´d find their own souls, with no reason to roam.

Friday 24 October 2014

REMINISCENCE:


He kissed her & her wrinkles melted,

He stroked her & she felt young again,

He looked at her & she found her smile,

He caressed her & she remembered that girl,

He whispered of love & she recalled her youth,

He touched her soul & she felt so wanted,

He dreamt of her & that created her being.

SEASONS OF LOVE:


He met her in spring, still tight budded & curled,

And warmed her skin, until her petals unfurled,

He slaked her thirst, with cool raindrops & dew,

And waited, knowing, that her summer was due.

 

He stroked her heart, into summer´s warm heat,

And waltzed her into dancing, upon tiny light feet,

He serenaded in songs, beneath opal cream moon,

And knowing deep down, her autumn was due soon.

 

He loved her in perfumes, of gold autumn´s demise,

And he worshipped her body & soft fathomless eyes,

He wept tears at her fading & her last coppered days,

And knew, that with winter, she´d be well on her way.

 

He held her icy small hand, deep in winter´s cold snow,

And he whispered in winds, that he wished her to know,

That he´d await her return, with arrival of next spring,

And together again, they would dance & they´d sing.

RAVISHED:


He ravished me with poetry & soft spoken words,

He taught me old secrets of those far flying birds,

He ravished me in droplets, of dew, drip by drip,

Quenching my thirst in mouthfuls, sip by tiny sip.

 

He never kissed my body, just my naked bare mind,

Showing me only the beautiful & all that´s very kind,

He whispered me old stories, of all that´s been & gone,

He taught me every single word, of all the sacred songs.

 

He ravished me anciently in wisdom & every magic way,

Gifted me all known reasons, as to why I should now stay,

It was never about the sex, nor hot passions of the flesh,

He merely ravished my mind, in ways that were so fresh.

 

 

Thursday 23 October 2014

A LITTLE BIRD TOLD ME:


A little bird told me,

Do not drag your feet, nor look low down,

Be of light stepping & forget dark frown,

Put wings on your dreams & let them fly,

Don´t stop to ponder & don´t ever ask why?

 

A little bird told me,

Put a laugh in your heart & a smile on your face,

Put flowers in your hair & dress in satiny lace,

Dance over pebbles & those hard sharp stones,

Replace with whispers, the hard grained moans.

 

A little bird told me,

You are a soul so beautiful, please never forget,

No one can trap you, within cage, snare or net,

So put a song in your voice & be on your way,

Let no one stop you, there is no need to stay.

 

 

JOURNEY OF KISSES:


He started his journey on the day that they wed,

By kissing her gently upon the crown of her head,

Travelling quietly down to the crest of her brow,

He loved her then, but he loved her more now.

 

To her eyelids, cheeks & to the bridge of her nose,

He had a lifetime to go, to get to the tip of her toes,

He planted kisses, in the hollow of her lily white throat,

Stopping in the valley of her breasts, silky & remote.

 

He kissed each pink nipple, rounded belly & mound,

Between sweat-slicked thighs, where secrets are found,

Upon the sweep of her calf & within bend of her knee,

Down her legs to her feet, while kissing all he could see.

 

He travelled her skin with his lips & his eyes very kind,

Wishing to sail in her veins & to fly through her mind,

His long journey then ended, with her parting of lips,

Where he stopped to drink, slaking thirst in small sips.

 

Wednesday 22 October 2014

THE GHOST OF TIMES GONE BY:


She tiptoed where old feathers blew,

Where leaves gathered & snow lay new,

Over cobbled streets, where sun once shone,

She was the ghost of times now long gone.

 

She whispered around corners cold & grey,

Where beggars begged & the lonely strayed,

Upon iced winds, beneath old blood moons,

She´s within raven´s voice upon ancient tombs.

 

She was the eternal ghost of times gone by,

Trapped between two worlds, upon sad sigh,

Searching for the love she´d once left behind,

Recalling the only man, that to her was kind.

DEAF-MUTE-BLIND:


I am deaf, yet I hear,

The spider weaving her threaded web,

The snail as he tiptoes upon his tread,

The wing of butterfly on her daily flight,

The moon smiling upon her velvet night.

 

I am mute, yet I speak,

Within the voices of the winds & breeze,

Within the yelling of the oceans & seas,

Within the galloping of beasts in herds,

Within old melodies of the singing birds.

 

I am blind, yet I see,

The soft colours of the rainbow´s every hue,

The golden sun, green fields & skies of blue,

The smiles of babies at their mother´s breast,

The one, the all, the every, & then, all the rest.

 

I am deaf, mute, blind & yet,

I absolutely hear, I speak & I can see it all,

The spring, the summer, the winter & fall,

With God beside me & within my being,

I hear, I speak & I am forever all seeing.

 

Tuesday 21 October 2014

YOU ARE THAT PLACE:


You are that place, where my teardrop sleeps,

In sleeping heart, where my dream soft beats,

You are in my mind, where my sad thought shirks,

Deep within my soul, where God treads & lurks.

 

You are that place, upon my rounded cheeks,

Where the kiss is planted & the perfume reeks,

You are under my skin, where I am deep in love,

In the places where eagles fly, up high above.

 

You are that place, where all my feelings dwell,

Chasing bad nightmares, well away from my hell,

You are every place, within my very small world,

And within that place, I am so safely en-furled.

OF FORTUNES AND FINDINGS:


In all corners of life, fortunes found,

In every corner of the world around,

Wish upon that errant star, high falling,

Pebble over lake, with desire, far hauling,

Wish in each stitch, within quilt, deft sewn,

Upon the breath, of birthday candle blown,

That extra leaf upon clover, green fielded,

Hidden plea, to God, in prayer soft wielded,

Plop of wishing coin into fountain & well,

Secrets kept & wished for, yet unable to tell,

White feather from Angel, on treading, found,

And in all fortunes & findings, our love abound.

Monday 20 October 2014

THE END:


Such solitary life it´s been, in all I´ve done & all I´ve seen,

Always on my way & on own, in my travels & all alone,

The end is now close nigh, without a tear within my eye,

Within all the winds that blow, I hear the call for me to go.

 

I´ve seen the oceans of blue & green & all marvels in-between,

I have had no need for friends, from my beginning to my end,

I´ve walked, I´ve flown, I´ve swam & upon this earth, I have ran,

The end brings no daunting fear & for this, I now shed no tear.

 

I´ve written books & planted trees, I´ve seen lands & far off seas,

In forests & fields I´ve kissed fair men & also in fens & fairy glens,

Don´t weep & wish me kisses & within those kisses, Angel´s wishes,

As I walk alone towards the end, I see the beginning around next bend.

OPPOSITES:


Some people make war & others make love,

Some only look down, while others above,

Some laugh out loud, while others just cry,

Some never question, while others ask why?

Some folk are happy, while others are sad,

Some people are good & so many are bad,

Some people know, while others just don´t,

Some folk always will, while others just won´t,

Some people roam & others will just to stay,

Some come towards you & others go away,

Some people just want & others want nothing,

Some tell the truth, while others live bluffing,

“Who am I?”-I ask “& who on earth are you?”

Maybe I don´t know & yet, you always knew.

Sunday 19 October 2014

KNIFE EDGE:


The knife edge spoke to the desperate girl,

If you sit on me you´ll cut yourself, if you stand on me you´ll fall,

Wouldn’t you rather just leap high, over that future wall?

By staying here you´d be lacerated & cut to smithereens,

And if you fall my dear, the height is never what it seems.

 

The girl tiptoed slowly to the edge of that knife,

With searing pain in her heart & sad tear in her eye,

She prayed, pleading with God & asking him “why?”

Then before getting seriously cut or beginning to fall,

She heard HIS voice & then leapt high, over the wall.

 

 

ROUGE:


That beautiful woman of flame-clad head,

Between hibiscus lips, blood rose of red,

Rojo vino, sangria, blood-vine all imbibing,

Betwixt pink & red, girl & woman dividing.

 

Whispering secrets at bosom, posy so bloody,

Carnation upon round hip, sashaying & ruddy,

Ruby nails in waiting, so very ready to scratch,

Reflecting within eyes, the newly struck match.

 

Vermillion her bleeding, of many blood moons,

Crimson her passion, of new summer night Junes,

Garnet, the lining of coffin at the hour of her death,

Thankful, she was a scarlet woman, till her last breath.

 

THEY SAID:


They said, “Convent walls & holy closed cloisters”,

But I said “No, give me champagne & rich oysters”,

They said that no good would come of big cities,

But I flounced off, showing my thighs & big titties.

 

Life went by in fun, spent money & such frolics,

Dancing through time, with whores & alcoholics,

The gilt wore thin with age, as did this old girl,

Where did life go, in such rapid rushed whirl?

 

They had said & how very right they all were,

How I long now, for incense & holy rich myrrh,

Of convent cell, solitary, deep quiet & so still,

I should have listened, while I still had the will.

 

Oh for soft chantings, of nave, altar & old shrine,

That place where my desires, now lie low & supine,

With ageing body crumbling & prayers in my head,

Echoing through my soul, those words that they said.

Thursday 9 October 2014

I´VE LOVED YOU SINCE:


I´ve loved you since,

Before the beginning, of long lost time,

Before God gave man his secret due sign,

Before lizards were liars, changing their hues,

Before dragons breathed fire, desiccating dews.

 

I´ve loved you since,

Long before man, was but a tiny wee seed,

And before the idea ever created wild weed,

Before beast roamed free & fire was invented,

Before the red rose was perfumed & scented.

 

I´ve loved you since,

 Before either you & I were born & even created,

Before bones turned to ashes & were desecrated,

Before all time I loved you & love you more now,

Before everything was, but pray, don´t ask me how.

 

 

THERE:


Please kiss me, where no Angels dare,

Where deep secrets hide, within old lair,

Where demons skulk & deem to roam,

Please kiss me, where the passions moan.

 

Please touch me, in that place so very dark,

Where only true love may leave sweet mark,

Where dreams reside, in silken & soft repose,

Please touch me there, within that velvet rose.

 

Please know me well, within my woman´s mind,

Where thoughts of love are gentle & only kind,

Where, if you really love me & so love me so true,

Please know me there, so I may know you too.

 

Wednesday 8 October 2014

WITHOUT:


The fruit is not the fruit, without its stone,

The moon without its stars shines all alone,

The whisper without breath falls on deaf ear,

The heart without feeling produces no tear.

 

The plant without its seed, is never the bloom,

The bird without its wing sadly misses its plume,

The voice without its song, sidesteps all its joy,

The maiden without love, really misses her boy.

 

The step without its dance turns merely to a plod,

The brain without its learning, converts into clod,

The word without the action, is a promise ill made,

The lips without the smile, is merely sulky & staid.

 

Then we come to, you without me & me without you,

Merely turns our lives, into long days to get through,

And my heart without yours, is no happy place to be,

I know, life without the loving, can never-ever be free.

 

 

SOCIETY:


Tied to her chair, within the chamber of her sins,

Shackled by the chains, to the garbage in her bins,

Society tied into knots, by shameful thread of twine,

Listening to marching overhead, by tides of passing time.

 

Society is chained to the wall, by its sinful erring ways,

While its people down below, wail sadly & keenly bays,

All blaming God who watches, from his very distant throne,

While prayers of the sinful, to high-heavenward are blown.

Tuesday 7 October 2014

ORGASM:


Memories of seventh heaven & that little hot death,

That place of visiting, upon the sighing of soft breath,

 Be it in love or playing of games, quirky & often kinky,

Garbed in skin of nothing, or in crimson, black & slinky.

 

Either multiple, quickie, in good company, or all alone,

Be it wherever, while out & about, or merely at home,

It is all done & dusted, in the past, gone & all over now,

Been there, done that, bragged, lied, just never ask how.

 

Now, comfort is the orgasm, of the ageing & the old,

Sippers & mugged cocoa, is the sum of what´s now bold,

The delicious heat in veins, is of warm hearth & fireside,

Passions of passing years, from the world, we now do hide.

TO YOU:


Hail to you, my unseen & special friends,

To you all, who live in lands of let´s pretend,

To you, with breast of man & hind of beast,

Of blowing pipes, announcing verdant feast.

 

Hail to you in woods, of hirsute brow & curly horn,

To you, of cloven hoof & betwixt two worlds born,

To you in forest, with tiny wings of light & flighty flit,

Tiptoeing upon musted old toadstools, trippety trip.

 

Hail to you, of black leather skin stretched taut & tight,

To all of you, of Gothic tombstone & so afraid of light,

To you in shadow, of creeping claw, talon & slimy scale,

Traipsing through fabled books & rumours, leaving pale.

 

Hail to you, all from ancient tales & stories, yet unseen,

To you all, of old myths & legends, & of all that´s been,

Through life, I´ve seen you all & with my heart, believe,

And within my memories, you shall never ever leave.

 

 

Monday 6 October 2014

SILENCE:


Silence is that bastion, where my ears hide behind,

Where hearing is lurking, in deep fathoms of my mind,

Silence is that place, where my tiptoe passes through,

Softly barefooted, without its horrid hard-heeled shoe,

Silence is the breath, that never seems to find its voice,

That tiny little thought, that does not ever have a choice,

Silence passes by, upon the dream, the whisper & soft sigh,

Never questioning all reasons, nor ever asking of life, why?