colin-tuckett
English
My efforts to write poetry in the past were inhibited, as in my early courtship shyness while courting my wife! (See "SHY") Along comes the internet, and up comes my boldness; so bless you all who have kindly commented on my writings. I love life, and enjoy it to the full and wish I had the talent to really put that love into words of beauty as do so many of you. I do enjoy writing, and 'courting' my dear wife every day, and shall look forward to sharing where I can.
The world is a stage
Upon which we are permitted
A temporary performance.
Learn life’s lines well
For when we exit stage left
Only the author
Can command an encore.
Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 9:07 AM UTC
Love is not love that alters
When alteration finds.
Many gold bands are lost
To a readjusted mind
Pure gold will never tarnish
Tho' scored and bent may be.
True love is refined by our constancy.
Nov 5, 2011
Nov 5, 2011 at 2:45 PM UTC
I could have kissed you
As we sat in evening sun.
But why so shy.
I could have kissed you
As we lay in summers field.
Would you have flown away.
I could have kissed you
As tears of hurt you shed.
Would it mend my aching heart.
I kissed you.
One delightful day in May.
Oh why did I delay.
Nov 5, 2011
Nov 5, 2011 at 2:38 PM UTC
Rhythmic tympani of woodland symphony,
His search for lunch in Quercus branch
Ads music to a forest glade.
Dawn's chorus would the poorer be
Without his insistent cacophony
Sep 8, 2010
Sep 8, 2010 at 2:21 AM UTC
So this is love, oh had I but known.
Your beauty leaves a heart enslaved,
Were I a king-for you, what of throne?
My abdication subjects would forgive.
A world without you would be grey
A canvass without its colour.
A divine artist though passed this way.
Oh please- never meet my brother!
My heart no longer dwells within
I wear it on my sleeve.
The end of me would be your sin
Should you ever leave.
But wait. What beauty does approach?
Oh fickle heart of mine.
Now shall I incur reproach.
Er-What was your name again?
Sep 8, 2010
Sep 8, 2010 at 1:17 AM UTC
Mock not my indiscretions.
Much can come from errored choice.
lessons oft come by misdirection,
So give me not the taunting voice.
Ask me when I am older
If my dreams have proven true.
Perhaps by then shall I be bolder,
Humbled e'en, maybe grateful too.
Should I never reach that status
Hold me not with disrespect.
Ask instead how life would shape us
Were we all so circumspect.
Do love me please for what I am.
Hold me dear for all I give you.
I really do the best I can,
Judge me not on what I should do.
Sep 8, 2010
Sep 8, 2010 at 1:08 AM UTC
Sunrise, Sunset.
Another Day.
New birth, Old death.
Another Life.
Music composed, Music heard.
Another Joy.
Soil tilled, Seed planted.
Another Miracle.
Wheat grown, Crop reaped.
Another Season.
Bird song. Silent wood
Another Tragedy.
Death in the surf. Plastic bag.
Another Pollution.
What's the solution?
God Knows
Aug 2, 2010
Aug 2, 2010 at 5:33 AM UTC