It flows in my veins,
such sweet ecstasy,
an intoxicating love.

So addictive I'm
a life-time user,
after just one hit.

I need it, crave it:
heart fuelled ardour,
those delirious doses.

You refine the ******
I maintain the habit.
You control the supply.

Me: the desperate
****** who’s in
love with you.

Tobias

Even if I feel alone
I'm not alone:
my love is close,
ever beside me.
Even when
I'm far away
She is here
next to me
sharing love.

Even when her eyes
are closed and she
dreams in her night
I am here in my way
holding her.
And even if
it looks like
we are apart,
we are never
separated.

Tobias

To feel cool wind in her hair,
sun warmth on her face under
endless blue cloudless skies.
Sweet sounds of harp music
heaven-sent to her ears.
A book of romantic poems
to read back to her lover.
A pen ***** in her hand
ink charged before a clean
blank page eager for filling.  

Sounds of a stream,
its tinkling melody
chasing a breeze,
through bent over trees.
A bed of scented Spring
grasses  beneath her.
The arms of the one
she loves around her...
...Petting. Eager, Teasing,
Pampering. Radiant. Ardent.
That is all she wants
from life today.
With only these desires,
She will be content,
even when dreaming,
for all of her days.

Tobias

Come, my love, we've no time to waste,
time is racing come make haste:
just enough time to get one more taste
of Eros’s draughts -  the Elixir of Heaven

Love in Autumn is no less sublime
than when Spring's first love sustains.
See the hourglass inverted - its time
to outrun those fast-falling grains

Love is calling from a distance,
Now she sheds her glorious veils
Lest she think we offer resistance,
Seize all the joy her voice entails.

Autumn's last buds will soon depart,
As frosty breezes nip at the vine;
let nothing fail to stir this eager heart –
come love, come song, come vintage wine.

Tobias

On a sound route map of the ‘70s,
his church-trained tenor voice
verging at times on falsetto
led  hordes of people to go on
holiday to Greece and Spain.
It was romantic, Mediterranean,
a perfect music background to sea,
“The morning sun”, ouzo and sangria.
Beverley, in the play  Abigail’s Party
voiced devotion to Demis Roussos
in her opinion: “He doesn’t sound fat.”
Kaftan-clad flowing black hair:
Demis was called “The Singing Tent”
Such poetry in song will last forever.  
Sing it again Demis.  

Tobias

“He had a superb voice. He was an
artist, a friend. I hope he is in a better world.”    
Nana Mouskouri.

Lyrics
Ever and ever, forever and ever you'll be the one
That shines in me like the morning sun
Ever and ever, forever and ever you'll be my spring
My rainbow's end and the song I sing
Take me far beyond imagination
You're my dream come true, my consolation
you'll be my dream
My symphony, my own lover's theme
(Ever and ever forever and ever) my destiny
Will follow you eternally
Take me far beyond imagination
You're my dream come true, my consolation
you'll be the one
That shines in me like the morning sun
(Ever and ever, forever and ever) my destiny
Will follow you eternally

Songwriters: Robert Constandinos / Stylianos Vlavianos

After the sun has set,
we two, as one bright
spark, ignite the stars.  
Wrapped in your arms.
Enfolded  with your love.
Entranced by your charms.
Dazzled by the stars above.
Moonlight filters down
into your eyes of brown.
Free of our night attire
we seek, we find entire,
in each all that we desire.

Loving, true and bright,
at sunrise, we  delight
as glowing Twin Flames,
in setting the dawn alight.

Tobias

Where does it go
that hour
when clocks
go back
or forward?

Does time stop
to welcome
Spring's return,
bidding the
Winter - farewell?

Or, pause
for  Summer's
lease to bring
in Autumn's
early eves?

No: sleep lost
or gained
holds secret
the time
and the hour.

Change as you
may the hands of
watch or clock:
the sundial shadow
falls unaltered.

TOBIAS

He  slides tender
fingers tracing the
trunk of her spine

Leafy robes slip down
limbs bend sighing in
fragrant breeze's drift

Her skin is sylvan
each gesture dares
his every intention

She is pliant in his
palms, her arms are
branches open wide

Reposed inside her bole he  
feels her bend and sway
No storm can fell her.

Her roots spread deep
as deep as her love.

Tobias

Tonight is the night for couplets.
Time for much more than that,
because I am ashore with you
while the rest of the world
leaves on an evening tide.
In moonlight we will surf
on wild incoming waves
of temptation’s delight
lured by siren songs
to an ecstatic night
of performance
****** poetry
in coupling.

TOBIAS

Spellbound in dreamtime caught,
I wander free in endless thought,
for now no other cares intrude
nor steer me from my solitude.

Memories drift about as in a mist
of how it was - our Autumn tryst.
I taste afresh your searching kiss,
arousing carnal acts, desire's bliss.

I ease again your body close to mine
intimate, divine. Our lips combine.
Caressing thrills  -  skin on skin,
releasing  ardour’s needs  within.

Once more I'm held as in a dance,
melding with you in tantric trance.
Dreaming of that dear time anew,
I lose then find again myself in You.

Tobias

I seek. I strive. My mind
is completely absorbed.
No hiatus between my
experience, knowledge
nor practice. No bounds
between means and end.

Or, between life, living
and the imagination.
Neither in and from all
the things in my being,  
mind, aims and learning.
Above all, no division, for:

“I am part of all
that I have met.”  (Tennyson)

Tobias

Goddess terrain: contoured
curves ***** gently down
to pale breast’s pointing

Cleft soft thighs dividing  
pink downy peaches
open to fern …

…fringed vale where a
secret orchid-shaped  
cave spreads wide…

…its probe luring
lips beyond
the folds of …

…Venus’ veils.
I gaze content
in  finding
*****’s
inviting petals.

Tobias

For the writer,
for the poet,
acts of love
fall short.
They know the
best way
to express
the words:
I love you,
is in print  
right  here
on the page.

TOBIAS

I think on you when the dark hours arise,
You appear before me, invoking Paradise,
arousing  Eros the whole night through:
moonglow revealing our passions so true.

Slowly, scenes I dreamed of appear as real,
desires tempt my thoughts but cannot steal
your arms  drawing  my body close to yours.
Fantasy's keys unlock Venus's secret doors.

A healing tenderness flows from your hands,
complete is my submission to Love's demands;
Your sweet breath on my face is a sealing kiss,
O, what ecstasies we enjoy in hours of bliss!

No sense of guilt intrudes, it lacks the power
to deny this rapture, or vandalize each hour;
so we revel in rhapsody - 'til dawn opens its door
to let daytime sun rays  awaken us once more.

TOBIAS

Such bliss of delights:
those sacred nights
in the all together.
How we exposed  
ourselves indeed.
We took, we gave;
swept away by Eros
on sensual tides of
ardour’s ebb and flow.

I, surging upwards,
onward, inwards,
plunging down into
desire’s *******
foaming waves.
You, urging me on,
drawing me deep
into intimate inlets
of Venus’s ectasies.

TOBIAS

Whatever the weather
calm, windy or cool
cats and dogs
I fall for you..
dew drenched
like lightening
like rain storms  
snow showers
hail splashed
sleet slashed
blazing sunshine.
tanga untangled..
..so climactically.

TOBIAS

There is an empty place
in my heart: one thing
is all I need you to do,
it is to fill that space
by inserting into it
your love.

TOBIAS

When you wish to pray to God
find a church: enter, seek a
quiet place, talk to God.
You may even feel
a  Call from God...

...though unlikely
to be received
on your mobile.

For the sake of
quiet for others
turn off your phone.

However, If you wish
to see God outside
the church - send
a text  while
you are driving.

Tobias

Now I was young and easy. Led
entranced under plum tree blossoms
drifting along the sloping drive
to white-washed walled Stud Farm.
This ecstasy of being cool pig-pink
sunk happy in a mud brown wallow.
    
Then I was bold and carefree,
working among the barns
busy about the happy yard
on the farm that was home.
Young once only, in my kingdom
as Time let me live my dreams.
    
It carried me over and over again
in daytime walking or running,
it was lovely, the sweet scents:
fragrant hay field’s cut grass
and herbage fully sun dried.

Or, I pedalled in evenings
led by bicycle-dynamo-beamed
light under the stars to sleep.
Above me the barn owls were
claiming skies of swallows clear.
Coppice hooting in preludes,
there bats about soon flitted
where  tiny glow worms flickered.

Then to dawn awake: the farm,
mist-shrouded as a roamer white
dew cloaked, returning to hear
****’s crowing from hen coops
black cawing crows in the trees.

Glimpsing the same clear sky
changed from yesterday
into today’s white and blue.
The same sun but born again.
The distant church bells ringing.

Nothing I cared for more
than pink piglets new born,
just meadow-birthed lambs
and black and white calves
that would take up my time:
to hold me to the farm forever
released from orphanage hold.

Oh! I was so young and easy.
In the mercy of its means,
Time held me as I was flying
while I threw off captive
chains - at last unshackled - free.

Tobias

Weary of this town of peopled pain
I set my path towards the country plain
to wander there, to gaze, to think alone
to hear again  the woodland's drone

Lost in meadow, field and glade
I sought the calm of dappled shade
Sometime, I crossed a log-made bridge
Or, viewed a valley from fir-toothed ridge

So still the air - I heard the bluebell's ******
and caught a hidden thrush's eye atwinkle
as from thorn hedged cover with a thrill
silence welcomed its quavering trill.

Half across an old wind-weathered stile
I paused to gaze upon the scene awhile:
"Who could have made this?" Was my thought.
"What breath breathed this? What hands this wrought?"

Before me stretched a wonderous natural land
un designed by humankind - some primordial hand
Who once this world's existence stipulated
then taking elements, atoms, molecules them manipulated.

Into myriad mists of time has humankind dissolved
bearing a triple question unresolved:
How did We come? Why? Where Goest We?
If I knew the answers - would few believe me?

Called by larks from thoughts of life's meaning
I saw a sparkling brook down a valley streaming
Silvery-voiced it beckoned - come and slake
your thirst, come quaff amid my bubbling wake.

I, deep in the babbling water's bottom spied
a bright round pebble washed and pied:
it invited - perchance you'll take me
to London in a place called Stepney.

In my boiling mouth it found a place
cooling the bulge it made upon my face.
Refreshed in spirit - I made my homeward way
pebble-tongued across the new mown hay.

Tobias.

What was that haunting sound
outside in the gathering gloom?
Its mournful tones rang round
the pale moonlit silent  room.
No spectre, ghost nor ghoul,
but only a wandering owl
that had lately left its lair
to sit high in an oak tree bare
of leaves. While from nearby,
feathers unruffled wide of eye,
it cast a shadow from its head,
as I lay only half-asleep in bed.
Counting each and every breath.
Its presence “a harbinger of death”
often in fables told and legendary.
Was there an omen in its elegy?
For this listener, blanketed prone
in fearful darkness, still as stone.

TOBIAS

The words "I love you"
can - through repetition -
sound and  seem shallow,
when compared with the
immensity of your caring,
for the one you love...

Words can sometimes
fail and actions deceive:
so all is best expressed
in sharing between each
your devoted loving trust.

TOBIAS

Unaware I was:
I never knew it
for slowly You
became every
single thing
I ever wanted.
I have no idea
how it happened
but now for sure
I cannot live
without You.

Tobias.

Have you found a rhyming Genius,
is there nothing he can't do?
Like in his library penning poems
a plenty - maybe a tome or two.

Have you found a rhyming Genius
a man of truly high esteem,
whose wealth of writing styles
ensures a daily cash-flow stream?

Yes: you found yourself a Genius:
now in a penthouse we both abide,
sunning on  a bloom-filled balcony,
here pouting pigeons perch and glide.

Indeed, you found yourself a Genius
endowed with a mind so fine:
an escort to boutiques and bistros
ordering up for you the finest wine.

Yes: You found yourself a Genius
owning poetry mines - all off-shore:
who even flies by private plane
to quarry, assay, versify their ore.

Yes: you found yourself a Genius
there is nothing he can't do,
when it comes to make you happy
it’s all in rhymes and more for you.

TOBIAS

Lord. With your love and power
be always at her side.
Grudge not time nor the hour
to be her  hope and guide…

In sickness and thro’ sadness
still let her see Your face.
Bless her fleeting gladness
with Your all-protecting grace…

Fill with joyful clearness
her shadowed hours of sight.
Keep her safe in Your nearness
from Evening’s fall to Morning light.

Tobias

Pigs might fly:
aware of you
the stents in
my heart flap.
I wonder since
it could take off
in maiden flight,
will it be able
to touchdown?
I don’t know:
my heart has
its reasons
but won’t say.

Tobias

My words convey
loving feelings
from my heart
from my soul
via each
digital
keystroke
bridging
the space
between
screens
bringing
truths
in silence
to You.

TOBIAS

Come My Love:
They say,
“We do not
choose love.”
They say,
“Love chooses us.”
Then who are
they to say:-
“We can’t
refuse love?”
So, let’s make
it: - Love.
Tobias

You took my heart
and harp-shaped it.
You play upon it
melodies of love.
All love’s secrets
You reveal to me.
I treasure them:
music in my soul.
I was all in pieces
You made me whole.
Your fingers play
upon me as You
hold me close
in both hands.
You soothe away all pain.
I trusted you with my heart
You helped me love again.

Tobias

Make space for those
fleeing social distress.
Be a link in a golden
unbreakable chain of
all-welcoming mercy.
Give gladly of yourself.
Receive in good grace.
Redistribute your gains.
Reinvest what you profit.

Care first for the weakest.
Assist in every way the
honourably  intended.
Generate hope by
imitating doers: those
motivators of good.
Keep an open mind.
Confound cynic’s doubts.
Generate kindness.

Heal all wounds with love.
Let peace and friendliness
radiate dissolving darkness.

TOBIAS

I have a dear friend
for some time:
her name is
Understanding.

Today she told me
it's time to enter
her inner sanctum.
I was anxious,
humbled, awe-filled.

At the doors
of her Cathedral
of Wisdom
I hesitated.

It was daunting,
the mystery, fear
of the unknown
overpowering me.  

An internal
struggle of whether
it might just be much
safer to remain in the
life to which I’m so
accustomed than
risk it all by having
certain comfortable
illusions dispensed with.

Understanding told me
that enter the temple I must,
because loving her is trust,
making  the decision inevitable.

TOBIAS

All is transient,
consumed by time.
Beloved - you I sought,
I found you in solitude.
Awareness: the search
for you was timeless.
Discovery:  was my
one remaining hope,
a single burning desire.
All that really
matters now is love

In all our time together
You have come to be
everything to me.
You are my best friend
and I'll always treasure
having  met you.
I mean every word
when now I say:
This world is full
of many people
but there is
only one of you:
one perfectly amazing
truly beautiful - You.

TOBIAS

There are times
that are so dark
you feel that
you have been
Buried.
But, for all you
know, you may
well have been
Planted.
Hope: a tender
gardener of your
life will give
you space to grow.
Will tear out
every clawing ****
cast all aside,
the rooted troubled
thoughts
of them you
had no need.


TOBIAS

Darlings All,

I am quite capable of writing
a Christmas inspired poem just for you.
For a change, I read lots of poems lately
all by the Bronte sisters: Charlotte,
Anne & Emily. I liked the one I have
copied below just for you.
Happy Christmas!

Love and Friendship

LOVE is like the wild rose-briar;
Friendship like the holly-tree.
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms,
But which will bloom most constantly?

The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,
Its summer blossoms scent the air;
Yet wait till winter comes again,
And who will call the wild-briar fair?

Then, scorn the silly rose-wreath now,
And deck thee with the holly's sheen,
That, when December blights thy brow,
He still may leave thy garland green.

Emily Bronte

You are my best Christmas present.
Gift wrapped. Heaven sent.
Ribbon bound. Temptation led.
Gently I lay you flat upon the bed,.
holding back  the urge to tear
away those flimsy bonds to bare
naked seductions  waiting there.

A long slow peeling’s best:
a stripping back of the rest
layer on layer until unsealed
sensual delights are all revealed.
Now let’s set our souls on fire
make free in all that we desire,
indulging passion’s every sin.

TOBIAS

Some nights, want of sleep
weighs heavy on my eyelids.
My mind refuses to submit
to long desired slumber.
I review my past mistakes
in a haunting nocturnal
ceaseless replay.                                            
Some nights, until the
darkness breaks to dawn,
I stare upon the shadowed
shrine of personal angst.
The hours vanish along
with my sane thoughts:
the neural connections
slip and slide awry.                                                      
At last, while rearranging
the wiring of my mind,
a switch is thrown
releasing me from
anxiety’s depths,  
permitting sleep to clear
my weary conscience.

TOBIAS

Your love is Spring’s first breath
fragrant on gentle healing hands,
gifting me energy: the will to live.
Your kisses upon my lips are feathery
as leaves drifting in late Autumn.
Your love enfolds my heart
like dew in crystal cascades.
Winter reflects in your eyes,
snowflakes melt on your face.
Your skin is warm
like the Summer sun,
and when you touch me,
new ardours flare.
The moon pulls us together
thrusting away tensions,
moving energy as waves
of emotion through our veins.
You are the breath of Spring.
The kisses of Autumn.

TOBIAS

While walking in the jungle
I saw a monkey peeling
a banana and holding
a tin opener. I guess
not needed for
the banana. So
it must have
been for the
custard.

TOBIAS

TB or not TB!
Is it in the badgers?
That is the question.
Whether 'tis noticed
elsewhere - slurry perchance.
As they shuffle off the coils
of barbed wire or dodge  the
slings and arrows of culler’s  slaughter
for outrageous fortune,
who for them will take up arms
with a see  of dissidents
and by opposing
end the heart-ache, the
thousand natural shocks
their setts are heir to?
'Tis a consummation
devoutly to be wish'd.

William  Spearshake

But It’s an Emergency!

Call Centre Operator:
“Sorry. We cannot deal
with personal callers.
Nor can we reveal the
address of this centre.
We just happen to be
above a fast food shop.”
              -------
Due to overwhelming
volume of calls..
Police will attend in
about five hour’s time.
Fire fighters about the same.
Ambulance when it arrives.”
               ------
Customer: “I need a pizza.”
Call Centre Operator:
“That’ll be five minutes.”


Tobias

For all who make
up humankind:
there is a season
where each may
cavort and frolic
in the sun.

But only for
a fleeting span
of time, until all
return to the ever
elemental matter of:
earth, water and fire.  

Thus,  we   become
mere ghosts in the
memories of those  
who generously
pause in time to
think of us.


Tobias

Love poems are Our Treasury:
hoarding all that is beautiful.
Jewel words. Gems. Emerald
trove, shimmering in eternal
settings  of sunrise gold and
sunset silver.   Illuminating
images in diamond-bound
pages of cherished books.  
Ours:  by Isis and Osiris.
A priceless library,
open upon our
mind's shelf,
always.

The actual advertisement in “Ireland’s Own” Men Seeking Women columns read as follows:  "Lone farmer – Born on Christmas Day - solvent - Has traditional values - Seeks a hefty lady from 40 upwards - Photographs exchanged. Kilmacat, Limerick 00649280942"
A Christmas Card with photo arrives. The farmer gets a call...

Hefty Lady: Happy Birthday!
What are your cows like?
Farmer: Funny you should ask -
they are known as laughing stock.
Unable to produce young. Anti-bull.

HL:  Can you promise there will no
secrets between us?
F: Can’t say for sure.
The potatoes have eyes,
the corn has ears.

HL: My photo makes me
look like the Venus de Milo.
F: I noticed. You've got no arms.
You won't do. I need a heavy lifter.

HL: My arms are out of
the photo because I’m lifting..
F: What weight are
you lifting?
HL: 128 kilos  -
Kleen & ******  –
world record.

F: Is that the name
of a tractor?
HL: Nien!

F: What’s your name?
HL: Bertha Eva Tunne.

Farmer: I want to see your calves.
Hefty Lady: I will bring them with me.
Farmer: Happy Christmas!
The plane tickets are in the post.

Tobias

Waiter? There is a hair
in my soup - right there!
Take it back to the Chef.
I demand an explanation!
               ------
Sorry Sir! The Chef sends
a replacement in amends,
though it is not his habit,
it wasn't hare but rabbit.

Tobias

Dim the lights
let me melt in
passion's night.
Let you spread
webs of silky veils
to blind my eyes.
Take my fingers,
let them trace as
braille the skin of
your body contours.
Smoothe its patina
caress, mould it.

Permeate my senses  
guide my travel over
your uncharted map,
voyage ****** terrain:
each inch of you
touched, surveyed
as new routes
are found, explored,
landmarks followed.

Close your eyes
feel the search
of my tender hands
through the darkness
of a night without end.

Expose your
beauteous body
contours, curves
soft swell of *******,
arched thigh cleavage  
cleft half moon peaches
lead me to a fern veiled vale
to secret gorge spread wide,
steer  my roused questor up
the mount of  Venus’ cleft,
to plunge pulsating adown
slippery labile slopes into  
clasps of foaming depths.

Tobias

Your pulsing energy releases
deepest tender emotions:
they flow into my heart
casting out bleakness,
in a gentle morn awakening.

Breaking silence, your voice
in poetry of true acceptance,
calls to me.  I become aware again
of your strength and stability:
then my eyes see beyond beauty.

It wells up from knowing
that  deep within ourselves,
loveliness cannot exist without the
knowledge of comparison of what
is ever undeniably true or false.

We can in solitude see
through fate’s deceptions.
Nothing can stop love from entering.
Thoughts made of illusions are destroyed.  
Mystical visions of truth are revealed.

Passions that have always been
within both of us are stirred.
Now clinging fears flee hence:
we stand together Twin Flames
strong in certainty.  We feel the
power of love in ourselves that is timeless.


ISIS & OSIRIS

The heat of Summer
is gripped  by sweaty hands
of September & October:
squeezing, wringing out
its energy  like water
held in  a sponge.
Leaves, in a thick canopy
are still green overhead.
The sun penetrates them
with laser- like beams
that dazzle the eyes.
Berries are ripening on
thorny brambles.
Wild lilies bloom in
unearthly orange hue.
The low hum of insects:
a faint rustle of squirrels
or rabbits stirs silence.
Listen - a melodic
chorus of birds with little
more to do this Autumn
day  - but sing and wing
about this earth – this England.

Tobias.

They married in the merry month of May
at Windsor Castle  - Hey Noney Ney!
So, Meghan and Prince Harry
decided not to tarry.
Now a baby’s on the way.
next Spring - they say..
The Queen’s amused
The Duke’s bemused
Prince Charles enthused:
saying to Duchess Camilla,
“A Jolly Good Show! Oh Joy!”
Said she: “A girl or boy?”
Said HRH "Don't tease.  
One or the other -
no transgender if you please,
nor talk of Succession
to threaten my Accession.”

TOBIAS

Your raw material is Humanity:
You ponder - you produce.
You make things beautiful,
You make beautiful things.
You allow them space,
set them in their place,
to be themselves:
Herself – Himself.
This is The Way
The Way to Love.

Tobias

I prayed earnestly to heaven:
I desperately needed to improve
my means of earthly  communication:
it took a long time to get through.
Then a voice boomed out of clouds:

"All our Deities are very busy -
you're call is important to us. Keep
on praying - we will get back to you."


Tobias