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Laura Williams Jul 2015
Just off the swirling sea,
There's a lighthouse,
Bigger than an aged oaken tree,

Thicker in the base,
And lighter on it's face,

A homing beacon,
For the ships, just off the shore,
A warning, to be cautious of the waves and more.
Laura Williams Jul 2015
When the heart grows cold,
A small act of love,
Can reopen the heart's many chambers.

Like a cloth washed anew,
Care can break the winters dark oratory,
The gloom seemingly small in comparison,
The sun shines on,
As the  friendship grows deeper.

Who will close the shutters on my dark mood?
Who will raise a melancholy mood,
With a simple 'it's going to be ok'?
Who will do this...
Oh, anyway...

The numb heart requires more,
Than just words alone.
A soothing salve,
Is the cool hand to my fevered brow,
When the world takes it's toll,
And my health declines.
Oh how blessed am I,
To have friends so dear.
Laura Williams Jul 2015
The rich grass of Scotland is where I start my tale,
Upon a chance encounter of unforseeable importance.
It began as an offhand remark,
Of the two girls it was the boldness of one extremely shy,
'This sounds interesting' mumbled the mysterious stranger,
'Tis, fair maiden. And what be your name?' was the confident reply.
Delicate as a passing breeze she uttered, Tess,
A name beffitting such a gentle lass,
So fortuitous a meeting! I exclaimed to my friends,
For a chance like this I could not allow to pass.

The morning's sun steadily beamed down,
Whilst jet black hair flashed in the light.
Rays honoured to touch so pure a soul,
To kiss her lips my only goal.

As the enchantress weaved her spell,
Time languidly ticked by yet possessed a terrible swiftness.
The mornings bright illumination turned to mid-day haze,
The threads of past memories interlaced,
And with freckled face and a gaze that could sear,
Her form bestowed with elegant grace,
Such breathtaking beauty I had never glanced upon before.
Images of entertwined hands and passionate embraces,
whirled gayely in my thoughts.

With perception attuned to the highest degree,
All masks strewn asunder upon such potent a force.
Truth dripped from unguarded lips,
And an eerie, unfathomable ease crept over,
Past and present merging under sturdy oak.
Speed, precision and slight of hand,
A heart forever touched.
As pulses raced and breathe quickened,
I Stammered; thinking quickly before I lose my nerve!
Whispering 'may I kiss you?',
Agonisingly slowly, a smile danced along her speckled cheeks,
And without a word her eyes replied, a simple yes.
Transfixed they paused; nose to nose, heart to heart,
Hanging the unspoken words of romance and lust,
A mirror of compassion, understanding and trust,
And so it was, right from the start.
This is so cheesy it should open up a pizzeria! My first poem, ah cringe! How I made it so long I don't know! Poem from 2010
Laura Williams Jul 2015
When everything is dark, all I want is your light.
I want your love, never ending,
I want your heart, never faltering,
I want to live my whole life with your body pressed to mine.

I want your thought, your words,
your every breath,
I want infinity with you by my side.
Everything I do, I want to do it with you.
My everything, my partner.

I want to dance under the stars,
And feel like I'm not breathing,
I want to kiss you so sweetly,
I feel like I'm hardly standing,
I want to love you so deeply,
I feel like I'm truly alive inside.

When I see rain, all I want is your sunshine,
When I see doubt all I want is your clarity.

I want to caress every inch of your skin,
And feel like there's nothing between us.
I want to love you for the rest of my life,
Because you're all I see.
Laura Williams Jul 2015
There's a steady mist rising,
Down by the sea,
Glowing red in the lamplight,
I see fishermen unloading their catch,
The sea gulls trying to ******.

It's growing cold, and my hearts colder still,
Life is growing on the harbour side,
The steady embrace of the tide.
The trawlers trawling heavy on the sea,
Fish by the hundred stand on the misty dock.
The trawler men unloading, unloading by the clock.
Laura Williams Jul 2015
Engaging with ambiguity,
Is like peering round a door frame,
Not sure of your surroundings,
Let's get lost in ambiguity,
Like a thick coat that wraps around,

Uncertain of a thousand words,
Or just one?
It's ambiguous, I'm not sure,
To be doubtful of the uncertain,
Or scared, is certainly reasonable.
We fear the illogical, the unknown,
So what is there to fear?
Everything and nothing.


If our fears never manifest, what are we afraid of?
The thought that one day,
They might.
Divorced, death, redundancy.
We fear how uncertainty makes us feel,
Out of control, alone,
Restless, spinning from one idea to the next,
Or from one anxiety ridden state to panic.

Is fear the enemy or the unknown,
Shall we avoid it and make certain our uncertainties;
Make certain of life's plans?
Or go haphazard into battle,
Drumming a marching song,
to life's uncertain rhythms.
There's an irony to this poem, it just sort of wrote itself and left me hoping it made sense to someone who just passes by. I hope you can see the general thread of the piece and get some joy from reading it. I feel you can take it in a few ways.

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