PLEASE COME TO ME.....


To thine tryst doth I tarry ,
romantically poised , yet still.
I beg of you my love , please come,
as I would to thee with will...

My delicate pores now tormented
by lust, desires infuse within.
My soul it doth ache indefinate passion,
the breeze, gently so, adorning my skin.

To me my love come, I beg your embrace.
I await of you your handsome face.
The touch of your lips I long to flavour.
My love please come,please come to me.

Composure

Your mind ploying, luring
the words you write so

elegantly composed.

Entrapping vulnerability

between the lines.

Enfolding, comforting

deliberating empathy.

The words I hear ,the comfort I, feel

exposed now, naked in mind and spirit

you have reinvented me.

This poem always brings a lump to my throat for some reason .

 Guardian Angel

I had another dream last night
and you were there that star so bright.
The star you gave to me that night
upon our midnight walk....

In my dream you said to me,
look beyond,for what you see
is mere trivialities
you'll find a way to work it out.

Keep the star close to your heart
let me guide you through,
I will be your guardian angel
till I can be with you.

It won't be easy as you know
many years will pass away
and when our time is finally here
your face old, hair, silver grey...

Will you still love the star so bright
that shines forever more,
when age your youth has stolen,
will it be I you still adore...?

I don't know why you ask me this
my answer remains the same,
the star I keep close to my heart
the one that bears your name
is the one I carry all my days
in hope that we can be
together in our dreams for all eternity.

A masterpiece of fabric!

A cascading waterfall of draping fabric.
Bold black and crisp white.
Shadowed with sparkling sequins. 
Shimmering like stars at night.
Sleek, soft ,silk, floats over her body
draping to the floor, demanding an 
audience like never before.
Dressed to kill, distinct in design, turning heads
in this masterpiece of fabric so divine. 

Chemical Reaction

In oceans deep and skies so vast
an active force is taking place.
Drawing us in to it's very core
piercing our mere existence.

The blood within our veins
ever flowing, faster, stronger.
Adrenalin pumping, gasping for air
will this feeling last much longer?

This active force has reached it's peak
now much calmer and serene,
while chemistry mixes with life and 
soul,remaining invisible, unseen.

Encapsulates within it's net
of which there's no escape.
Each one of us caught and falls 
within this chemical active rape. 

Having wrote 95 poems I am still amazed that I wrote them.
You will be pleased to know not that not all of them are gloom and doom.
Maybe some of you remember an Eastender episode where one of the
characters Gary was referred to as a Tin of Magnolia Paint which inspired this poem.....

Magnolia
If my husband were a Tin of Paint, 'Magnolia' he would be.
easy on the eye but missing harmony.
He needs a splash of colour to brighten up his days
I suggest subtle 'Cappuccino' Or bright 'Californian Rays'

He is a no frills man you see,
he doesnt want the Harmony.
He wants his life as safe can be
'No risk taking! ' he says, 'it's not for me!

A beer after work,
is all that I require,
no ideas above my station,
maybe a little bit of colour?

Maybe for a change I'll try
a  'Hint of white' or 'Apple pie'
But why bother putting colour to the test,
'Magnolia' is what I like the best.

This poem is sad but true of many of us who do not take the time to listen to our children.

 Be Quiet Child









Be quiet child, be quiet I say
No one listens to you today
Your voice is unheared and
not of importance
Be quiet child I say

Let your Brother speak
Be quiet child
I can not hear his voice
I don't have time to listen to you
Be quiet child I say

My Brother speaks
The very words, I was about to say
But Mother she won't listen
Be quiet child she says

Now I have grown with babes of my own
and Mother continues to say...

Be quiet Lady Be quiet I say
Your voice is unheared and
not of importance
I will not listen to you today!