Wednesday, February 21, 2018

Hearing your voice

Startled I woke, hearing your voice
I was dreaming, 'twas just the wind
Blowing around, making a din

Pity I would love you to be here
To breathe you in and touch your hair
Kiss your lips, tell you how I care

You might whisper some secret things
We'd laugh and breathe each other in
Then your fingers would touch my skin

I opened my eyes, all was dark
Except the stars winking outside
I miss you, my eyes open wide

I lay back down and thought of you
Were you calling from far away?
...Yes, I miss you too every day

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Tuesday, February 20, 2018

The sketchpad

Love hurts don't you know
You shouldn't be down
But rather be glad

That ache you feel
That longing to touch
Is driving you mad

But watch for that grin
The look in her eyes
So don't you be sad

So take her warm hand
The go for a walk
Take out your sketch pad

Now draw her profile
You'll get her to smile
She the best you've had

See it in her eyes
It is no surprise
But she will be glad

Oh, can I have that?
She'll ask with delight
Now thank your sketchpad

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Sunday, February 18, 2018

Cupid's dart

The moon does wax and wane
Much like my girlfriend's heart
Love's such a fickle fiend
That plays games from the start

I know, I have been warned
I'll be hurt right or wrong
Who measures out the pain
Is Cupid's dart that long?

The warp and weft of love
Should make us strong perhaps
I've no strengty, no might left
To avoid such mishaps

There's one thing I should add
About our lengthy lives
The richness of our love
Goes quickly as it arrives

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Saturday, February 17, 2018

In my memory

Take me back to the boundless sea
I'll find you there in my memory
How we walked on those sandy shores
To mournful sound of seagulls caws

How I hunger for your lips again
Being with you in sun or rain
As I follow paths we once trod
Others may think this is quite odd

Powerful wind blows in my face
How I miss this our special place
Our days together were so brief
Salty breeze blows away my grief

What madness has urged me back
The surfs sad shout, the washed up wrack
Wild winds blow up the foamy spume
Whose gentle kiss relieves my gloom

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Wednesday, February 14, 2018

Love my life

I am an old man now
And haven't long to go
But each day I find a way
To while away my long days
In doing crosswords

I go to a cafe
Which suits me just "parfait"
Order a coffee and cake
Which I hope is freshly baked
Newspaper in hand

I then sit in a seat
To rest my poor old feet
Then check today's crossword
Engrossed I hear not one word
In that fine cafe

You may think I'm quite mad
Or an old fool that's sad
Then a sweet lass comes right up
With a steaming coffee cup
Makes my day for for me

I'm in there every day
Those grls oft come my way
Smile and talk of this and that
Husbands, boyfriends, wedding chat
I listen every day

So the crossword's now done
Quenched my thirst ate my bun
I've words for my next rhyme
Come to me in nick of time
Love my life these days

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Tuesday, February 13, 2018

This girl named Rose

I met a girl named Rose
Who chose not to wear hose
I didn't mind one bit
Her bare brown legs
The glance she gave
Was heaven sent
Probably meant
That we would not behave
So I kissed her cute nose
Then right down to her toes

I loved this girl named Rose
She was the one I chose
On my lap she would sit
Head on my chest
Smile on her face
My heart beat fast
Hoped it would last
We'd ever be a pair
Winter came then she froze
That's how the story goes

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Sunday, February 11, 2018

Painting thoughts of infidelity

I loved her soft brown hands
Her eyes as she looked at me
A glimpse of faraway mountains
As she brought my coffee at three

Her bangles on each arm
Married not long ago
But her husband works far away
And that is where she yearns to go

Behind the counter smiles
Her eyes look down in case
Others may see her sad desire
Which now shows clearly on her face

Each day I visit there
To see these sad brown eyes
Why does this beauty yearn for me
How long before she ends her sighs?

I have to work up north
Building a bridge up there
Busy but still missed her sweet face
My Mona Lisa dream affair

Even I was surprised
To see her face now gone
I felt quite numb that she had left
Her eyes for me no longer shone

Coffee had a bitter taste
Sugar could not take away
Cursed with thoughts of that pretty girl
Painting thoughts of infidelity

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