Poetry Blogs (Jan 2011, love)
Do you ever wonder?
Elbow resting on the kitchen sink, and ponder,
About the true validity of love,
How who or he, up above
Can intertwine two lost souls
Or is it the sweet blossoms of life which confine two blind, forgotten souls.
Merged by this, deep connotations of our spiritual imagination
Or did I miss the angelic frustration or our initial attractio...
Friday 28th January 2011 12:13 pm
Who told you that love does not exist?
Who told you that our souls turned into ice?
Who told you that our hearts desist
And love has a certain price?
Your words about love turn into autumn leaves:
Yellow, brown, red, some turned into black.
Your words would like to receive a flack.
But…alack…they are just an attack.
You could call me and if I be...
Wednesday 26th January 2011 4:58 pm
Your fingers trickle down my spine
As our warm bodies writhe entwined
Never has there been a feeling like this
Emotions electric past memories remiss
Villainous it maybe, passions soar
Even just once both will crave more
Rousing murmurs bodies aching, sore
Keen desires satiate fantasies base
Now and forever hearts embrace
Only the nigh...
Monday 17th January 2011 7:12 pm
come live with me
in a chocolate house
with a chocolate cat
and a chocolate mouse
there’s a chocolate garden
and a chocolate path
we’ll drink hot chocolate in our chocolate bath
the roof will be made of Toblerone
the windows made from lollypops
we’ll have a Milky Bar telephone
and a chocolate trolley to take to the shops
we’ll have After Eigh...
Wednesday 12th January 2011 11:19 am
two joined, separated
a brother now one
and his brother's friend
a friend that loved
filled that emptiness
that hearth and home
could not mend
one fateful day
their ways crossed
to wayward wend
what tears run streaks
on your redded cheeks
why the furtive pulse
in your eyes it shows
Monday 3rd January 2011 2:38 pm
Your love is a beautiful grin,
Your love is a star in my arm,
Your love is a voice of the violin,
It gives my life such a charm.
Your love is a sparkling diamond,
A diamond which do not need polish,
Your love is a beautiful island,
With each day it only flourish.
Your love is a paradise with angels,
It makes me feel always young,
Monday 3rd January 2011 11:12 am
You’d best shoot the messenger
if you like flowers in clear plastic coats,
or sugary hearts. This story contains
bleeding, dripping engine parts and gears
repaired by an English mechanic in May.
He has a thick tongue and something
big to say. And it’s bound to be tricky.
Today, he’s bending his will around;
bullying it to get this great lump
past his t...
Sunday 2nd January 2011 5:24 pm