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I am something small
Never seen, always there
A reflection of another time
Wanting to feel, hear me
For I am a complication
I am someone but no one
One lost amongst the crowd
Just a drop in the ocean
Copyright © Chris Smith 2013
You know that I want you
You know that I need you
I hunger for you my sweet
I can feel your heart beat

Your desires are my quests
I gently kiss your *******
You sigh as your ******* are excited
I kiss each one and you are delighted

Down my kisses go as I move
Kissing your stomach so smooth
Below you tremble as my tongue will explore
Tasting you and my tongue makes you beg for more

Then you go down and lick me like a dream
You take me like you would and ice cream
I am ready for you and can no longer stall
You smile at me as you swallow it all

Your hand comes and strokes me then
I am ready for you once again
I am inside you between your thighs
I see the need that is in your eyes

Moving faster, your legs wrapped around me
Going deeper as you want it to be
Your heat is like something that is exotic
Our love making becomes fully ******

I can feel myself flowing into your charms
Then I collapse into your waiting arms
We will sleep the night away
Make love again come the day
Please find and take heed
Words written by a poet to read
Words of feelings that flow
That come from within the soul

Some words so hard to write
Never before shown the light
Treasured words that are shared
Given by a poet now bared

One poem reading a million others
Words of sorrow or for lovers
Each poet, to find, to be inspired
Words of passion that are fired

Give every poet just that chance
Let those words come and dance
For those that come from the dark
Allow those words leave their mark

Read them and let them be seen
Understand what their words will mean
A million poets writing in the sun set
Writing with a heart we will never forget
Copyright © Chris Smith 2009
Try as we might, we never win
We lose sight, fall into sin
We still fight, never to win
It is never bright, always too dim

And the enemy at the gates
They keep on calling
We are victims of the fates
We keep on falling

No matter what we say, no one hears
Troubles never far away, too many fears
In our pain we pay, rewarded with tears
The sun will never stay, rain never clears

And the enemy at the gates
They keep on calling
We are victims of the fates
We keep on falling

We can't take anymore, it takes too long
Crawling on the floor, not feeling strong
We are victims of what for, always being wrong
Always looking for the door, waiting to hear that song

And the enemy at the gates
They keep on calling
We are victims of the fates
We keep on falling
Copyright © Chris Smith 2010
For one day the World cried
It watched helplessly as they died
A crashing plane, shattering impact
The screaming starts from that act

A burning building of no escape
All the World is watching, agape
People jumping, they have no hope
Little girl with tears, she can not cope

Even as she sees it on a TV screen
The building collapses, a horror now seen
Little girl, crying because it is real
If only this terror she did not feel

Suddenly, another plane hits the other tower
The fear of that little girl sends her to cower
She is only seven, you hold and cry with her
You are not alone because the World cries together

Fire fighters and police, they are heroes all
Some are trapped in the ruins, heroes fall
Years have passed by, tears still collect
That terror still remains, because we never forget
copyright Chris Smith 2010
In Memory of September 11th.

My youngest daughter was 7 years old at the time, she burst into tears as she watched people jumped to their deaths of the TV.
I awaken into a strange dream

Alone in a room, feeling isolated

A dull ache, throbbing in my head



This World seems to be rejecting me

No matter how I try to find my way

Facing up to my imperfection



I open my door and I step out

The World is smirking at me

Pointing fingers, degrading me



I see people, coming out of the dark

Covering their eyes, ears and mouth

Trying to hide away, playing solitaire



I try to reach, to touch one person

But they never respond to me there

In desperation, I shake them this time



One soul comes awake, rescued from torment

So we go to the others, and bring them back

An untold number, daring to fight against it



Alone, we can be dragged down and defeated

But together we can be anything we want to be

I feel it around me, our spirit has returned
copyright Chris Smith 2010
Mind splintered into pieces
Isolated, it never ceases
Still nobody seems to know
Useless thoughts still grow
Never anyone comes near
Drenched into hidden fear
Endless eyes keep watching me
Rending me further into misery
Something snaps inside my head
Time stops, my soul feels dead
Only if someone could understand
Of this emptiness into another land
Drifting me into feeling misunderstood
Copyright © Chris Smith 2015
Born of a man who smiles
Never would he have a frown
A friend to walk with for miles
A king without a crown

They said he had special needs
But his heart would never fail
He would only do good deeds
Everybody knew of Timothy Dale

Always he had something special to say
He would stay with you, yes he would
He would always brighten up your day
Always trust in Timothy Dale you could

Even those who began treating him bad
They tried to make poor Timothy cry
He would even help them if they were sad
Timothy Dale, even for his enemies he would try

Children loved to hear him tell his stories
To tell them, well, he was the best
Told of long ago heroes and their glories
Told how they braved the trickiest quest

A time came when Timothy Dale grew old
And then poor Timothy Dale cried
There were no more tales left to be told
That was the day when a whole town cried

Those who would say poor Timothy was not bright
The entire town said he was the cleverest man
Now Timothy Dale is up in Heaven's light
He is telling Angels all the stories he can
Copyright © Chris Smith 2009
Does anyone know what it's like to burn
To have your flesh blister like a white hot sun
To feel your nerve endings popping
Skin ablaze with the fire not stopping

Your left leg on fire, wish you were dreaming
Your foot a ball of flame and you keep on screaming
But exactly what was your crime
Only being at the wrong place at the wrong time

So years on this is how the story goes
You got severe scarring and lost two toes
This story is true, it's for me to tell
It's left me slightly unhinged, I've been through hell

So life's a mess, getting women? I'm out of luck
If you don't like looking at me, I don't give a ****
It's okay for you, you can just walk away
For me, I have to live with it every day
If only...

A child was safe to play,
And the danger stayed away.

If only...

Love never had the pain,
With too many sorrows to explain.

If only...

The soldier could always rely,
On coming home and not to die.

If only...

There really existed a thing called peace,
And all the wars could then cease.

If only...

Everyone could always try to believe,
And no one had to grieve.

If only...

There was no punches or tears,
And no one hid behind their fears.

If only...

Someone listened to these words I say,
And made all the troubled times go away.

If only...

Yes, if only.
copyright Chris Smith 2010
Death come claim thy soul
Taketh it, for it hurts me
With nowhere to go
Beautiful lady, take my hand
Undress as you do understand
Tender feelings as naked we run
Through buttercups in the Sun
Each sound of laughter, my dear
Reaches inside my heart so near
Come to me, as we embrace and kiss
Unseen by the world in our loving bliss
Purity of our two souls touching above

Doing what is our true desire, making love
Ready to respond to our bodies motion
Each of us lost, in our deepest emotion
And then we stand, and are running once more
May this field of buttercups see our dreams soar
copyright Chris Smith 2010
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