A Poem by Me  POF

I read "No photo of me, so no reply!" Like starting a fight with her opening line.
So I removed mine! I'm rebel at heart, but I do have them if you choose to enquire.
But are photos all that define us now?
I am willing to take a chance they are not.
But I do have photos and you're welcome to see, when your ready, if you're chatting to me.
But the photos are not of me holding a dog or my two daughters to bolster my cause. To show you I am a wonderful dad or that the gym is clearly my second home.
There are no photos of me a decade ago in Summer shorts that my ex chose!
If you understand what I am trying to say, it's because all profiles seem to read the same.
The five in a photo and the blond is me!
Do the other four even know they're on here?
You like to stay in and you like to go out. Do you need a photo to prove that?
You like food, and love to cook and dine out here's my dinner just look at that!
Then there's the best and one I like most
"No players please" I have had enough.
Oh ladies please!! Men are like shoes, have you ever bought the first pair you chose?
And the runner up tickles me so, own teeth and hair, and must be tall. A taller woman in heels is great. It's not my ego thats in the way.
So am I cynical or speaking the truth? Have you seen yourself in the words above?
I didn't write to offend at all, but maybe one of you gets the point.
Should men give a list of do's and don'ts?
As women do, like designing a doll.
Should we list make up and spandex as miss selling and cheat, and list only women above 5ft 3.  I hope my words made you laugh. If not cheery bye and good look on POF.

When the light goes out it's all still there, just hidden
as you sit alone in your chair, blending, silent as the night embraces you
You try to focus on shadows and the embers of the day a day often we want to forget as it's conflicts raged
Yet the emotions wash into the night, your night

Sometimes it will be different, it may hold the very essence of a soul that touched upon yours in strangest serendipity
You can imagine what the darkness holds but only days light realises dream from reality, what was but a chance path crossed or a smile seen as bright as the sun
As I slumber I hold thoughts of pleasure and play that day like a film in my minds eye, slowly now for I must see it's details in emerald splendour
The sepia tones of faces and images alight, I yearn for tomorrow goodbye to tonight.

Half full?
Half empty?
Why are we so obsessed with measure?
If your blindfold, can you tell?
Does it taste any different?
What of the smell?
So dont measure what you think you have
Or what is gone
Treasure what you have instead
Someday it will be gone

All day like a muse she is in my thought
The imagined embrace, a stolen kiss
An embrace as two become entwined as though never separated
The car stops I go to the door but it  isn't home anymore
Inside I go and shout I'm home, but no reply I'm all alone
Then in the kitchen she stands and stares as cold as ice her ****** flare
I look forward all day to her embrace as I did for many years
Alas now I'm nothing to her
You should come home to love not war, warmth and love and be adored
If they want you as you do them, then all else in life can be repaired
When it went I didn't see but all was lost and no more here
A lesson learnt in pain and sorrow
I won't come home tomorrow

I am the watcher, the keeper, the one who looks out. The one who catches those who fall down.
I am the kind word when all is harsh, the laughter that warms you when your worlds torn apart.
I am the light in the darkness the hand as you drown.
No one special just there at the time.
I am the one who sees past your drama and pain.
The one who stops you shaking with rage.
I am no one to anyone, but a last resort.
The one who waited, who walked you home.
The one who chose to make things right. To do something for nothing when others would charge.
You have never met me, but many we are.
Those who still care, those who have hearts.
So sleep now and forget how we met.
Just know there are many..
We have no name.

They watched, they always do.
Tearing you apart without a word.
Looks at first, then the whispers
Is that the reason why?
He isn't with his wife.
Has he gone to the other side.
Has his taste changed so much?
Oh the rumours hurt so much.
No his taste it hasn't changed
He just wants someone who feels the same.
Until that day be it near or far
Keep your noses out my yard.

Hi gorgeous what sign are you?

No entry

Anticipation, how much you think,
How do you think,
Do you think the same?
Anticipation, of everything or nothing.
Is it what we want or what we need?
Is it what makes us feel.
Anticipate or wish who knows what a day can bring.

Every xmass some celebrity writes a book on how to slim or how to cook
Tells the world about their life in an autobiographical pile of *****
Bought by sons for mums and dads
Just to sit and gather dust

Time travel love
I would just like to say how much I love you.
Have an amazing Yule/Christmas.
To the most amazing, beautiful and incredible woman in the world.

So
One day I hope someone will look back at this and read it and know it was for them alone, even though they didn't yet know

Even though they were not known
Never met
Never kissed
Never touched their finger tips

Had never laughed like lovers do
Never knew the others view

They spent today all alone
They never called them on the phone

They went to bed and fell asleep
Their ying and yang didn't meet


So is this all about me and for another I may never meet
Or it could be for you and others
Who never met their time travel lovers

So share it!
Tweet it
Instagram or shout
Let the world know you're about

What do you have to do?
I've writen the hard part down for you.
A lonely Farts production

A horses head in my bed who did I upset.
Was it what I did or didn't say to make her angry in such a way.
It isn't fun to wake that way, not a great start to the day.
I wonder if I'd been worse would it be mine and not the horse!

I held on for so long, the tightest grip on a tearing reality, the fabric old, decaying
It's very fibres parting, splitting and twisting in a thousand ways.
No savior to pray to, forsaken by all gods.
And the devil?  He was too busy watching the last seconds to make a deal.
I imagined a battle for my soul or its remnants decayed, having been eaten out in life now empty for death
What of death? Oh reaper man where art though this evening? Show yourself!!
Is the bitter cold I feel upon my face as I slip your touch
Be you here now with me?
Should I cry for help?
Would any voice be heard
Or do I travel alone tonight?
This dark dark dark night

Of all the souls I met upon my journey.
Hers was the most beautiful, the most troubled and the kindest of hearts.
The most open, yet the most contained.
But that part of my journey came to an end. For our paths split never to meet again

When it's no longer you
Do you show it?
Or hide just what you feel?
She no longer hears I love you
Your works are cold as night
Do you accidentally meet her?
Or seem to drive right past
Or find another reason
To call up to her house?
Do you ask others what she's doing?
I mean is there really someone else?
I wish I knew the answer for I just walked away
If she says she doesn't love you
Listen to what she says
Keep on with your life
Dont make an *** of yourself

It an endangered beast the artist
For many have no place, no use
No time for words, sculpture or paint
The hurry up life of money, work, money, work
Then it stops, they have it all, nothing
Only then they see its value
To pay and display for others to see
Its late, to late by then
The artist is gone
Extinct
No longer to roam freely in the minds of the young

I quite fancied Prague or Paris or Rome in an apartment to call our own. Days of laughter and nights of embrace then cuddled in slumber our hearts in place.
But nothing lasts forever as Brian Ferry said and all I had was music always in my head.
So I sang for my supper my breakfast to, watching the smiles of those I amused.
Love had escaped me it simple passed me by and crank after crank entered and left my life.
But this may be different a something else,
One nuit in Paris may happen again.

It was always there you just misplaced it.
Under a pile of doubt stacked by another
Sometimes we simply walk the path of least resistance
In the belief its ok and things will get better
That works for a time.
Then one day something happens and the pile falls and everthing scatters
Now the trick is to only pick up what you need not what others want.
The books were there all the time
I just didn't know who needed them
I no longer wanted them..
Weigh everything gainst this.
Do I like
If I do, do I want or need?
To want can  be a passing fancy
To need can be forever
Or the end

Buddha said
"You think you have time"
There is always something.
An event
A target
A deadline
Always something
Then one day you look over your shoulder and the times up
No pause, replay, no going back to edit.
You get one shot at it in this life
Maybe there is another.
Are you willing to take that chance?
Kick the leaves
Paddle in the river
Eat the cake
Take chances
Tell people you love them
Do things and don't have a bucket list
Take the time to live and love
Don't just exist
Because you don't have time
You just think you do
I wish I had

Picture postcard lips and perfect hair, dressed to thrill but only her.
Older than she looks to them, but a heart inside younger still.
It takes longer now to look as good as this and makup steals many years.
No strings no ties she's free tonight to drink and dance till mornings light..
A spirit free to dance all night, till sunrise when her feet catch fire.
Many flit like moths to flame, she has no time for their games.
She dances as though her life depended upon it, with every note limbs extended.
Her eyes closed tight, oh she's not here, you weren't born where she now is.
Morning came and she fled the scene, just a face within their dreams.
She went native and off the path and disappeared, until next time...

They say the eyes are the windows to the soul
Yet so many seem to be broken windows
Or shuttered so that no viewers gaze can see
If they are indeed the fabled windows
I fear many need cleaning

For a time she made me feel so much more than I ever was. No matter what I did she was always there, always behind me. I felt like I could take on the world and be home in time for tea, then bed we made love like we were one, as though the universe itself embraced us. Then one day it didn't. I know not which day as I had noticed no change. I was asleep at the wheel. The relationship left the road. It was a fatality

Daily I feel the pain in my chest like a reminder of the clock of life.
Anxiety or stress?
Who knows which?
But it remains like a choke hold on my heart.
Sometimes unbearable.
Frightened it may be the one.
The attack.
Then it subsides

Transatlantic feeling frantic on route to Milan to see a man
To listen to sages and the academic elite talk of wormholes and conciousness beliefs
Presentations and conversations by those at the top of their game
But concentrate as she might long into the stary night the rhythm was always there..
Off again and on a plane over the North Sea
Stronger and stronger the beat would wander into her dreams
Touching land there he was his face as shocked as hers
For both had been listening to nothing more than the music of their hearts
Two years have past and governments and continents could no longer divide them
So if you look in Atlanta Decatur you are now sure to find them
Just ask anyone where is bongo Pete or just close your eyes at night
Then follow the sound of the distant drumming, you will surely find them
When you reach a blues joint look inside and there for all to see
Now husband and Wife, and playing all night
Mr and Mrs Lornie

Netflix tonight!
The man of the house said
She said "Lets watch a chick flick"
  But he wasn't having that.

"Let's watch Brando it's a classic"
was his next idea,
Last Tango in Paris!
Have you never seen it my dear?

They sat together watching with smart price popcorn and cheap wine
Then came the scene where the old boy grabbed the butter and suddenly it was all in the gutter

Engrosed and engorged or a mix of the two, he shouted get some butter,
"I'll try that with you"

It looked fun at first till she got to his fridge
She opend the door and no butter could she see.
Smart price lard was all that was there, this wasn't Chester oh what a mess

We have none she said in a voice of relief
And headed for bed without a buttered rear seat

Half an hour later then came the shock
The cook came to bed with dripping on his ****
Naked and ****** and wanting a bunk
She fled the bedroom before he could mount

In a nighty like a wigwam caught in the breeze and her funbags unbridled
Down to her knees

She screamed to the neighbours he's trying to **** me with a lard coverd **** and an oversize belly

The police came quick, just like he did
They couldn't stop laughing at his melted dipstick
Take him away the Sgt said
That's the last Tango in Noctorum
He'll have with her!!

All that is in the dark is all that is in the light
You do not fear the dark
You fear the lack of light, the not knowing what is there, is the misnomer.
For all that the light shows you,
goes nowhere in its absence.
Creatures of the night do not come forth and steal all that is there, that is the work of your senses.
For when the light goes and the dark is left, the brain substitutes reason for imagination.
So it is in fact yourself you fear
Not the darkness
So why do you fear yourself...

When I sit back and look at each day I ask myself this;
Did I need to be so harsh,
was I to soft gulable even or didn't it matter in any case.
For the wrong words however well ment,
or the right ones at the wrong Time, mean just the same
Nothing.
So choose your words carefully for once they are free of you
They can bring joy or pain
That's what it's all about.

Roses are red
So is the blood of your enemies
Always carry a shield and a sharp sword

Sometimes the loneliness of depression clouds the thoughts of logic
It's hand opens the door to despair.
Once opened it seldom closes.
It's a door into a world where no one else is
Though many can be found there
It has no borders no guards
No person polices it
No help when in trouble
No way back
Goodbye my friend
I hope you find peace


.

I know depression.
I've held its hand so tightly.
But she leads everyone a different way
Some follow blindly
Some engage and escape
Some she walks on her weary way
Day after day, lost
Some she sends her familiar
To watch over and wear down
Her black dog
Always there
Always walking the dog

Age isn't worrying about missing the toilet.
It's about getting there quick enough.
It isn't about walking the dog.
It's about wishing you could.

It's only the ice between us and the water beneath
All that keeps us from being drowned is the thinnest frozen sheet
So fragile under our feet, but on blades of steel some try to skate
Some manage to keep it up whilst others just collide and fall
The ice in life is not for us all

A face in the crowd
A glance nothing more
Eyes that hold you in their gaze
A smile that warms you
Words that start a fire inside
A touch that makes it burn wild
The why's the where's are all nulled
If that face looks at you.

Do you look at a woman and wonder if
she can do all the things your mother did?
Do you look at her hands for signs of wear or check out the roots in her flowing hair
Or do we pass in a glance and write her off?
Too old, too tall or her figures gone south
Do you look at the the lines upon her face and imagine the emotions from which they were made?

Do you listen to the laughter and the change in her voice relaxed after a glass of her favourite red or do you simply ponder  how too take her to bed

Did you listen to all that she had to say or do the words she says just fade away
Did you pay attention or miss the cue
Because that was all you had to do

Do you now watch as she walks away?
All those words she tried to say
The looks she gave and all the hints
All of them you completely missed


All that she was willing to give
But you never saw her skills

For we look at each other and miss so much of all the signs of another's love.

So raise you eyes and try to see what others try to show to you
For if you don't and keep them down
You will spend your life all alone.

Take me to a wild place
A place no others gone
A place Ive never been
A place only you know
A place to escape
A place for lovers souls
A place to hold
A place to embrace
A place to feel your touch
A place to make love
A place to call our own
A place of safety
A place emotions roam
A place to grow together
A place to settle down
A place to raise a child
A place to find the future
A place to store the past
A place where memories linger
A place where fear has passed
A place in no country
A place they can never see
A wild place to grow old in
The place
In your heart

One two three one two three one two three one
Dance steps of life a pattern repeated
Like the tentative steps of love
One two three one
The dance moves we can't practice
Moves you nor I know
One two three
Loose our steps
One two
The dance is over
One

I came to write
Exploding with words
Then couldn't form a coherent line
None of the things in my head stopped spinning
So I'm leaving now
I'll be back soon
To write

If someone is late
Does it mean they disrespect you?Their child may have needed reassurance before they left.
Clearly more important than you needing it when you meet.

If someone is late to a date.
Were they late because they tried so hard to make a great impression because they like you?
Yet all you can do is see a flaw.

If a woman is late doing her make up think yourself lucky.
If she isn't happy with it the evening will be strained.
What's 20 minuites?

If someone is late meeting someone. Maybe it is because they stayed too long with you.
Because you needed them.
Never complain then do you?

So explain late to me?
Because late seems to be the full use of their time as far as I see it.

I have heard many people use sayings to comfort in loss.
They were brighter and couldn't burn as long.
It was for the best or it was meant to be.
No I don't buy into that!
It is hideously wrong for a child to die hours old in a parents arms. There is no solace or words of wisdom as it is being cheated.
I cannot imagine my friends loss tonight or the love they had for their baby girl trapped within them. Unable to share it.
I seldom cry, but tears rolled down my cheeks.
I know not what to say to them.

I prayed and prayed to the god above
Not to take the one I love
Fix all the things that were all so wrong
Make them good and whole and strong
Show me where I didn't give
Help me find the strength to live
Without a heart, without a will
No answer from the god I get
Descending deeper into hell
You ask me why I no longer pray
Heavens closed gods gone away

Never date anyone looking for a lifeboat.
The problem is lifeboats are for the short term until they get picked up by a ship or find land. You're then left up **** creek without a paddle!
And I ain't paddling it for anyone elses ***!

Often Imagined
Sometimes yearned for with a longing so deep it Unsettles the whole body
Wanton in display by some, unbridled
Trepidation in that first touch of lips by others
More often an empty display in greeting
Bodies charged to react, yet they may replulse
As chemistry can create, yes it can also destroy.
Moving closer like a precision landing
Eyes wide open until the moment
The touch, then closed
As the peach flesh of the lips collide
What happens next..
Only they will know

She said live today like it's your last.
I didn't know she was a serial killer.
I was told she could light up a room. Arsonists are like that
Live for today.
Bailiffs love those kinds of people.
Seize the day. And that your honours is how my client comes to be before you today.

I never set out on any one road thinking it would be the way.
The truth is I had no idea where I was going.
Sometimes I took turns to avoid myself.
I guess we have all done that.
But as I get to the end of the road I am on, the last few months ahead for once have no direction. As though I am simply now a passenger on a driver less bus.
I know the destination. Inevitable as it seems to me now, it was never supposed to be so soon. Suddenly you look back and realise wow! Where did the time go? Now you're here alone, thoughtful.
The people you shared the journey with now on different paths or no longer travellers.
Some you asked to walk other paths, some elected too.
People are full of advice, ideas, "Do this" or "Try that" but at the end of the road I guess you hope for the best new route.
It used to be about the journey.
Now...
New horizons.

Sometimes
All that is there is the emptiness
Not darkness
Not cold
Just the void
You could try
I mean to explain it
That in itself has a problem
For my emptiness
Isn't your emptiness
How could it be?