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Gerry Aldridge Jul 2017
And if I touched
Hands of snow,
I should warm them
Make them glow.

Your reticence
I would address,
Through an honest.
Friendly caress.

How would you
Cope with my fear,
Stop me trembling
Dry my tears?

With wet hands
Coated in salty ice,
Collecting tears whilst lying,
Trying to think twice.

Make haste,
Drop the daisies.
Run home,
Before everything
Is too late.

It is only
Through inaction,
We can deny
Our love is Fate.

(Gerry Aldridge © 2017)
Gerry Aldridge Jul 2017
I want To Turn Feelings Into Words.

I enjoy the struggle
To make a sentence beautiful.
Use the right adjective,
Or the precise adverb
Which is suitable.

I strive to turn emotion
Into something
We can read.
Something other people
Will believe,
Open up and
Let themselves bleed .

There is nothing more sad
Than an unhappy person
Deprived of honesty and worse.
Believe in nothing,
Except the lies
They nurture
In the safety
Of their own

(Gerry Aldridge © 2017)
Gerry Aldridge Jul 2017
First- What is the difference between a poet and a hopeless romantic?
Second- A poet writes about other people´s feelings, too.
Gerry Aldridge Jul 2017
Sighs And Butterflies.

Sighs are but butterflies,
With no real purpose,
Or intention-
At least not enough
To mention.

Let the breeze blow,
No place in particular to go.
Just a thought,
Kind and soothing,
Of a sort.

We were in denial.
Sure of making love
And having fun.
Fight the rain,
Fly into the sun..

But truth became
A weapon.
In the end,
Acceptance won.

(Gerry Aldridge © 2017)
Gerry Aldridge Jul 2017
My Butterfly Story.

A butterfly landed
On me one day.
She tickled me silly,
Made me tremble
In a good way.

She tried hard to listen
To all I couldn¨t say.
But in the end,
To save herself,
She had to fly away.

I forced myself
to pray for God
To take our love away.
And for this I shall be sad,
Til my dying day.

(Gerry Aldridge © 2017)
Gerry Aldridge May 2017
Love Needs Nurture.

Even a flower
Needs a drop
Of sentiment.
Without care
It shall
Eventually wilt.

The smallest flame
Is nothing
Without a breeze.
Gone is the flicker.
End of a life,
In one foul blow.

Pop my bubble,
Steal my air.
When I am gone
I shall not care.

Love needs nurture.

First; Can we be friends?
Second; Yes, of course.
As soon as my love is dead,
I will give you a call.
We can do coffee,
One day.

Talk vehemently.
About anything.
Probably, even smile,
As we lie to each other
About not feeling
Anything at all.

It takes time
To **** the truth.
There are no skipping stones,
Or shortcuts
From the pain.

Give love time, please,
To truly wither
And die.
Become nothing
Dry, bitter
A mutual shame.

Then the putrid ash
Of a love denied,
Falls wasted
Crushed, too sodden
To ever fly.

Some time later
We say hello.
I shed a tear
And force a smile-
The only way
Was to say goodbye.

(Gerry Aldridge ©2017)
Gerry Aldridge May 2017
Not Lost But Free.

I miss you-
Why shouldn´t I?
I either had to let you go,
Or watch you die.

So, now I feign pleasure
As you soar in the sky.
She is happier there
You'll hear my lies sigh.

But she comes back,
Says hello.
Trusts me. for
In a cage she is not.

We steal time together,
Lock ourselves away even.
To be together,
Close our eyes and find heaven.

With open eyes
We face the world
Once closed
We are the whole universe.

(Gerry Aldridge 2017)
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