This life brings fresh tasty feelings,
Honey laced emotions wetting my lips,
I say your name and simultaneously think of your hips.
To hold them as my steamy marble cocoa, a frothing cup.
An image, angel of mercy conjured up,

Once lost in my sea of latent thoughts.
I feel your net surround me and I'm caught.
Raising me by my wrists to the shore to be bought.
Alas! freeing me to walk the garden of happy.

The Fuchsia fruits of love hang so easy and low,  
I pick and sink my teeth in with violent throes,  
Feel their silky juices staining my lions and soaking my innocence....
But the sweetness makes me close my eyes.

I have been away for too long
In a solitude, burried with remorse
For I've lost a very close loved one
And the situation got worse

I prayed to be taken away
For my life to end
As soon as possible
Coz nothing much was left to mend

Tears rolled down my cheeks
To stop the negative thoughts
Got taken back many times
To untie the invisible knots

Voices got into my ears
That ached to explode my temple
Closing my eyes eveytime
A picture painted, to resemble

It's you, O'mum...that I can't get over with
Life seems, more like a lego
Feelings that can't be put into words
Every bit pierces through the core

Your smile, your beauty, your essence
Has all been captured by this heart
Now, in troubled weak times
Another scene peeps as an art

How will I ever, comfort myself
That now I am all alone
None that are left by my side
All have fallen and gone

May your soul rest in peace
Exactly, a month today
Missing you heaps in this crowded shell
Hope to meet you, someday...


©sim

Your words are precision Bombs from slow junkers,
Exploding between my ears. there are no bunkers.
My response tumbles out stuttering like anti aircraft nests.
They hit smoke at best.

The alarms in my brain go off suppressed by tears discharged
Heart, Trust, Ego, Friends over the years the shards.......
Your armaments know where to hit and cause most damage,
The sarcasm of your arsenic love language.

Plumes of fiery emotion flare up, soon loves smoldering cracks .
I dodge your heat seeking adjectives, they encircle in packs.
Cold nights afloat clinging to this yellow deflated ego. falters
Awaiting hope in pirated waters.

Our love is war

The poems that I saved today,
Rescued from a hilly grave.
slave away only for me now,
go make new friends and bring them here,

Fly.................

The gilded opening is terse and with age defined,
Locking away the pathway from a golden mind,
Hairlike roots of tiny letters form a braid,
Ficus-ing along stretching prongs of Purple and Jade,

Pushing they gather and spider around its ovate curves,
occasioning sprouts from cracks lips perturbed,
grammarized rain fertilizing delicate pods of flesh,
blossoming frosty lemon blooms of T's R's come to rest,

The bunched words hanging, dangling like grapes, of frailty,
dipping on fickle branches barely holding on to reality,
threatening to fall like daggered swords,
But alas are some silently whispered Jamaican words

I whispered behind sunglasses
like a light wind into my beloved's ear,
But who would be King? her smart retort.
My Lord upon on that chair?

I'd give you a golden palace I said,
She whispered your such a ****,
We'd have to build a great stone wall high,
a fort to keep away all sorts

We walked along the promenade,
past the paisley clad natives in the square
traipsing places of the colourful past
where held once saints in despair.

The bouquets of Jasmine, Rosemary in a porcelain vase
The feeling of a lovers taut hand
The fragrance of the past,
The serenade of violins in a merry band.

I whisper again..................
You would still be Queen.... and the response a sigh