53/M/London Teacher, poet, writer and sailor. Lived in the UK since I was 12.
What else? Loved and lost, and won, and lost again, and will no doubt win and lose again for Love is indeed 'a losing game'. 102 followers / 1.8k words
~ Hold my hand and persuade the way tell me all you want to say ~ Whisper softly in my ear, all those things I want to hear ~ Kiss my lips and touch my skin bring out passions deep within ~ Draw me close and hold me near eradicate my pain and fear ~ In the darkness of the night, shine your beacon, be my light ~ In the luster of the sun, demonstrate you are the one ~ Offer me wings so I can fly and I will soar when you're nearby ~ Infilrate my heart, break the wall, it's time for me to let it fall ~ I've been a prisoner, extensively Break my chains and set me free ~ ***** me of my armor tight this time I won't put up a fight ~ Release my soul held deep within For you’re in my heart where love begins ~
The poet in me washes away The calling card of the hero Fades away like age Tossing the leaves in the summer breeze For the old people With my hand I look at the secret spot of poets It's under a sycamore tree Full of metaphor and rhyme My hand is raking leaves As I search for my deeply buried Poetry