If it were just the thought of you
That was running through my head
Then with grim determination
I could put that thought to bed
But the thought begat a feeling
And that feeling grew and grew
It wrapped itself around my heart
And squeezed it black and blue
So in search of a solution
I turned feeling into rhyme
And wrote for you a thousand words
Because you can’t be mine
Even though the strength of feeling
Maybe for Angels to compare
It’s clear the inspiration comes
From one for whom I care
And though I thought that by this method
I might put you back in place
I find I’ve just intensified
The feeling for your face

So now I’m finally standing here
Unsure quite what to do
With nothing I can give, My Love
Except my love for you.

And sometimes it happens
That it wells up
A lump in the throat
Something deserving of more than tears
But so suppressed by well-meaning logic
Hidden by a dramatic mask, too well worn
of its true shape, sharp edges removed.

A vectorless emotion
Stuck in a maze made with walls of reason
The unreasonable contained
Rebellious without a cause

Yet so susceptible to a simple kindness
That puts all at risk of disastrous desire, calamitous confusion
Demanding release.
So, those poetic parents; Darkness and Light
In a tryst at their boundaries, defuse the danger
And make, in quiet conception,
Amongst the gentler shadows of the soul
What gestates and finally
In a spasm of wordy contractions
Spills live and ****** into the paper world.

It seems today is not quite here
Well it wasn’t when I looked last year!
And if it’s not here you cannot see
How outrageous I can sometimes be

I’ll run naked through the park and city
But to be ignored seems such a pity!
Or kiss that lady on the Tube
Invisibly? – far too subdued
Dance in the street with one I adore?
****! – I’ve done that one before

So perhaps I should refrain from play
And look before I leap today!

Cockerel sunshine slips between the curtains
Energising dust to dance in beams
Lifting lethargy as I do the duvet
A good day I think.

Silver field shimmer in the moonlight,
Silver field glow,
Silence, in the face of the lady,
As she bathes the world below.

Cool and Pale, her gift she gives,
Never forced but enraptured,
Serene Siren of all with a heart,
Grasped at, but never captured.

With outlandish bravado
His form of protection
Fifteen years old
Deeply scared of rejection
He’d tried to deny her
He’d tried to ignore
But she'd entangled his heart
Like no girl had before
So he bought her a red rose
And dark chocolates beside
You may know the ones
With “the secret” inside
He strode to her classroom
All gifts on display
Past open-mouthed mates
Who were speechless that day
Her girlfriends were wide eyed
As he walked to her desk
She looked up with those eyes
That put courage to test
“These are for you”
Quite certain he’d die
But her smile lit up
And she started to cry
A hubbub ensued
And he said they’d talk later
With every intention
Of asking to date her
And they did talk
Many more times
As to what happened next?

Well that’s not for this rhyme.

I sometimes have too much to think
Mind liquidised by the blades of conflicting aims
A maelstrom of ideas, words and feelings,
Whipping up a sea boiled by emotional gales.

The fine cutter of thought, though elegant
Is tossed like a cork, compass spinning
And can only weather such a storm
Sails in tatters, with I strapped to her main mast.
Only a vessel with the assured tonnage of true purpose can make headway here,
And that, a rare ship in my oceans,
So take me in tow,
To a safe berth,
Where this cutter might wait out the tumult
And, unfurling new sails, take once more to calmer seas.