She sits
- untouched -
Amidst the pyres
Of unconsummated male desires.

Her perfect lips
- cold and unkissed -
Disappoint anticipated bliss.

No lethal weapon will suffice.
All ******* symbols turned to ice.

Yet, all around;
Sad men abound.
Each condemned to spend his days,
Unfulfilled ....beneath her gaze !

How beautiful the setting sun,
Its ruddy ray
Still strives to light the dying day.
An air of quiet finality...
Of time slipping away from me....
Yet... for a while,
I feel at one
And 'Timeless' as the setting sun.

A Poem, like a song, must sing!
The words its rhythmic notes;
That titivate our senses,
And, like great music, invokes;

Responses from the reader,
Creating pictures, in their mind;
And, so cleverly constructed;
As to inspire, and move mankind!

©  Copyright John Tucker September 2009  All rights reserved

The weeping willow
           -  can't compete !
With tears
          -  abandoned lovers weep!

Waterfalls
         -  constantly flow;
From liquid eyes
         -  of reddish glow!

As shattered dreams
         -  now replete
Lie crushed and scattered at their feet.

What is a woman ?
Although I'm a fan.
I can't understand them,
'Cos I'm just a man.

They're soft and so cuddly,
When in a good mood.
But just a day later,
Are sad and subdued.

They can be so fiery,
If you're out of luck.
The only defence,
Is to learn how to duck !

But what can us men do........????
When they act so demure.
With their charming sweet smiles,
Fascinating allure.

I'll never understand them,
Try as hard as I can.
For with all things considered,
I'm only a man.

This poem is the result of a cancer scare for my partner and I imagined if the worst situation were the result how I would cope without her....

My body, still thirsts,
For your touch;
As the desert, craves the rain.

The melody,
That once was us;
Will never play again...

The Rose,
Symbolic of our love.
One day, forgot to bloom.

Did not forewarn,
Its thorny wounds;
Had yet, to play their tune.

Poignant memory,
All that's left; of
Blissful days we knew..
.
The day you died;
I sat and cried.
And part of me died too....

For I was lost;
As a star is lost,
Above the suns' bright hue...

And every day;
That comes my way.
Is spent in missing you.......

You are the smile
That lights the day;
Of all who chance
To pass your way.

You are the mornings
'Sparkling Dew'
That shines
In everything you do.

And darkest night
Cannot subdue.
The lovely person
That is 'You'.

What power there lies
Within a thought.
I'm sure that you can see.
Without a thought
Then we have nought.
I'm certain you'll agree.

We'll try it out.
Without a doubt.
The words your reading now!
Would not be here
Nor very clear
Without a thought - somehow!

Let's see if you
Without a thought.
Can make a cup of tea.
Or maybe - in your wisdom
Decide to disagree!

Without first thinking what to do
Nothing could get done.
I think you've got the message.
So I won't go on..........and on............and on........!!