You stole my breath...

and replaced it
with
your own

Earthbound angel...

pray not weep
for lose of heaven

as I will show you
such love
and tenderness
as to rival even the beauty
of the stars
now hung lack lustered
in a forlorn sky...

let my tears reflect in mine own eyes
your pain

let them wash over you
and cleanse
from you
the sin done unto by others

let them be the waters of life
that bring you
such sweet succour
refreshing
tainted lips with renewed faith
in love and man

Bathe your soul within their depths
and know
though others sought to bring you diamonds
I will baptise and exorcise their daemons
from your mind

Earthbound Angel let me at least try
to heal thee.

Her
backlit beauty
perfectly framed
within
the window
captivated me

Whisper
just once those words
I long to hear

and I

will scream my reply
from
the mountain tops.

Goodbye
always makes autumn of me
giving me no
relief.

Thar she blows
Ishmael cried...


quickly dodging another

ping-pong ball.

Little dove
brought down by mans desire
to hurt
so tender a heart
of one so beautiful

her once gentle wings
now lay beneath her body

broken by her fall
by his deceitful lies
that stole from her her purity...


River otter weeps at sight of one so pained
his tears cleansing the wounds
anothers words
had caused

his touch comforting
easing her fears
as he uplifted with care what hate
cast down

he tendered to her night and day
and with kisses
healed
her wings allowing once more
her heart to soar...

Little dove flew far from him
weeping
fearing to stay
for fear he too would hurt her

or worse

she would hurt him in return...

but return she must
for she would rather know just one more day
within his arms
than a life time of doubt and regret.

Curl up with me
let me
share with you
a moments peace...

let me stroke your free fallen hair
and nibble soft
your ears
your neck
your upturned chin

let me bite
and graze your lower trembling lip
and open mouthed
**** deeply on your tongue...

tongues entwined
dancing in one anothers mouths

lips wet and warm
locked

as we as one now move within the passion

of this kiss

Three blind mice
Today won gold in the Paralympic relay race
asked what was their secret
they replied
Their trainer the farmers wife
was a great inspiration to her runners
well that
and the big knife

An empty box a pair of socks,
some paper plates and string.
Some bright felt tips and paper clips,
and lots of other things.

Now suddenly the box you see,
as turned into a plane.
A toilet roll a plastic bowl,
and now it is a train.

A fair ground ride a place to hide,
or speedy racing cars.
A comfy bed a flying sled,
a rocket to the stars.

So leave the toys cause girls and boys,
prefere the box you see.
It's safe and fun for ev'ry one,
and best of all it's free.

Kiss me softly goodnight
and then...

let me go
as morning doth approach

and I like the night
must now
retire

sweet dreams and soft caresses
comfort thee
as I once more
depart
taking a part of you


with me.

I have seen her smile that way at other men

He's pink and wrinkly and going grey



aren't you


Grandad.

A florescent moon
hangs high
above
the multicoloured
twinkling stars...

where angels and faeries dance
proclaiming hope
and peace
in flashing neon.

Synthesised choirs sing
as plastic bells
pretend to chime.

Yet
I stand alone
beneath the mistletoe
blowing kisses
hoping they reach you
in time

for Christmas.

Eye fought a bout hit **** fate add me flawed

My love takes wing
and
within ev'ry fold
a kiss

She strummed in silence...

her gently *******
making sweet
music.

Harken to me my muse
bring forth
from silent mind
thy words
that comfort and uplift me...

give voice
to once muted tongue
to whisper
such sweet nothings
as to bear forth
the joyous tears of lovers.

Give strength to shaking hands...

with-hold not
thy art from me
that I may with renewed strength

make known
my innermost feelings

so pray...

harken to me my muse

and once more free my soul to sing.

Today Jacob invaded France
tomorrow Spain
and soon the world

Night aches within the burdened breast
as my heart held prisoner
beats
within the hollow silence
of your absent
touch
a
sad and sorrow filled
goodbye.

A rocking chair for two to share
upon the porch we built
with lemonade and hair in braid
and kisses without guilt

The bullfrogs song moves night along
as stars in heaven play
and you intwine your hand in mine
melting my cares away

The setting sun where wild deers run
marks soft the end of day
you touch my face with gentle grace
and drive all doubts away

The night floats in on silent wings
the cool night air now cold
so come now bed my angel said
this day has grown so old

Remember though before we go
to make it widely known
the rocking chair is ours to share
and ours my love alone

Did you really have to go...

could you not have tarried longer.

Made your
excuses to the stars
and moon
to lie gently mere moments more
within my arms

does sleep hold such tender dreams
as to rival the tenderness
I give
when er' I hold you...

can the gentle touch
of you pillow
ever truely replace the lightness
of my lips
caressing your cheek.

Would that I could be the very essence
of your nights
replacing
the cool tranquil breeze
with warmth of breath upon your back

and that the breaking of dawn
could be subdued
by my smile
welcoming you back

although in truth
you would never have left me

for I am...

borne upon your lips
in prayer
and
worn always upon your skin
as scent most innocent

for this is not the mere wanton craving
of your body
close to mine

this is the voice of love
of reason
that sings so gently the lullabies
to ease thy doubtful mind

so if you must leave
then take me with you always

in one final

goodnight

kiss.

Remember when

Needles and black vinyl...

were

such innocent things.

No sweeter message

of sharing at  Christmas

than  the

mistletoe

I offered to catch you if you jumped

but you prefered

I jumped you if I could catch you.

If I fell in the forest

and you weren't there to catch me

would it hurt ...


twice as much.

It's second hand
yet hardly used
though I have found
it's eas'ly bruised
it's bumped and bent
and deeply scarred
yet tender still
and never hard
it's had it's share
of lifes hard knocks
and been around
a dozen blocks
theres signs of cracks
and wear and tear
but it still works
of that I swear
give it a spin
enjoy the feel
of love unspoilt
from a heart that's real.

Stop ******* me with your eyes


your hands are faster.

If I offered you my heart...

would you take it?

knowing
that without I would die,

or would you only
take it
knowing

if you didn't
I would die


a little ev'ry day.

Love tempered in the fires of adversity

beaten upon the anvil of uncertainty

and forged in the furnaces of eternity

make the bonds no earthly force can break

Billy the Bear he had no hair,
as bald as bald could be.
And never mind that he's half blind,
with but one eye to see.

His nose is broke his voice a croak,
his arms and legs quite weak.
but that's okay you'd hear him say,
if only he could speak.

Cause though he's old he's never cold,
not tucked up next to me.
he's kissed good night and cuddled tight,
and loved so thoroughly.

I think
my scalp's anorexic
as my hairs
getting thinner

Busker singing in the park
living each day from hand to mouth
sleeping rough when it gets dark
dreaming her dreams of heading south

Sparrow
tapping out an SOS
upon his frozen
water bowl.

She dropped her anchor
in my port
and then her heart
charming I thought
silver dripping
from my lips
a mere link
to finger tips
that offered me
her clasp undone
chaining two lives
forever one
a bracelet on a silken wrist
her hand upon mine own
as reconnected they became
keys to our happy home.
9-2-5 I work to buy
a new charm every year
and add a fresh new chapter
to a love so rare and dear.

Tis time this poet put to bed
all the words he's yet unsaid
or written down to here be read
but fear ye not I will

So rest ye well and all good night
I'll see you come the morning light
as darkness once more put to flight
by sunlight on the sill

Sweet dreams to all my friends

Adam
awaited the coming of autumn
with a wicked smile

Writhing upon the floor

she shed
her outer skin

proffering forbidden fruit
she hissed

take me

and once more
man
gave in
to her temptation

Pass the gaffer tape
my mind's in pieces...

but like my meds

this is

just a temporary fix.

Don't put me on a pedestal

cause

I've got acrophobia.

As she slept
I penned such poetry
unto her
in honour of her gentle beauty
her lips giving
my heart the voice to speak
in tongues
a sonnet to her eyes
that saw beneath the facade
of blushed
and heated cheeks
to see the inner frightened child
that wept
only to be loved

and so

has she slept
I penned such poetry
for her

and

her

a l o n e

darkness
settling like sediment
in the bottom
of a
discarded wine glass
spilling stars
to stain the rug
of consciousness
pulled roughly
from beneath my feet
I swear



I'm not even drunk.

I wouldn't die for you



I'd only die

without you

X<3X

Legs stretched

rotating  
ankles slowly

beckoning

seductively

with wriggling toes.

let me bare my heart


that you may discard it.

Mistletoe with  berries red
chestnuts roasting, kids in bed
glass of eggnog cheeky kiss
how I live for times like this
wrapping done and stockings filled
brandy warmed and champagne chilled
baking done put up our feet
and sip the drips from lips so sweet
turkey thawed ready to roast
cards all sent by last nights post
treats left out for old St Nick
but maybe add a carrot thick
snowman built and robins fed
so now my love it's time for bed
midnight bells and wicked grin
as one last glass of port and gin
maybe dear before they rise
you could unwrap just one surprise
if you can't find it Neath the tree
then maybe baby. your gifts me
so Merry Christmas all my friends
as with a bang this poem now ends


****<3xx

Do not feed the pigeons
the tired park warden said
because you see, there's only me
and I hates the taste of bread

Do not feed the squirrels
the tired park warden said
because those nuts tears up me guts
and me **** is left in shreds

Do not feed the duckies
the tired park warden said
Because you bake god awful cake
I'd much rather eat me shed

Do not feed the parkie
the worried doctor said
he's had e'nuff of out date stuff
please try binning it instead.

She wakes the flowers from their beds,
washing with dew their sleepy heads.
She paints their petals fresh and new,
with crimson reds and azure blue.
The bumble bees and butterflies,
from perfumed flowers soft arise.
Taking to wing the gentleness,
of all her love and tenderness.

Walking barefoot
upon the shores of broken dreams
as wave after wave
of despair
washes over me
adding it's own salt to mine
as its ebb joins my flow
of tears...

stones skimmed
bearing the epitaphs of days lost
and
forgotten.

Sirens song echoes my pained cries
as
my heart is forever
broken
by the rising tides

of goodbye.

Seems I am unwelcome
I perhaps said something wrong,
well don't worry I'll not be troublesome
as I'm already gone .