he is warmth
like the sun kissing my skin
he is nourishing sweetness
like raw honey on my tongue
he is peace
like a cool stream deep in the forest
he is a deep calm
like stillness felt just before dawns break
he is pure happiness
like a summers day at the beach at 8 yrs old
he is sweet wonder
like 1000 butterflies first upward flight as one
he is unutterable joy
like feeling his love pour down on me
he is my love, he is my honey bee
he is the panacea that set my heart free.

J.C.

Black raindrops splat splot
icy streaking window pane
hot tears my cheeks stain.


tock tick backwards clock
teeth bared the monsters do knock
pushing dawn tick tock

J.C. honey-owl 23/06/2019 - 4.34am.

in the two step shuffle
off this mortal coil
too many hands of death
and deathbed caresses
words of soothe uttered
in honour ne'er a toil
too many whispered
death's door secrets
too many deathbed
promises made (& kept)
too many rainy days
graves dug in wet soil
too many tears of grief wept.

© J.C. 25/02019.

Supine
in your arms
you carried me home
as your dead lovers corpse
my perfumed tresses let down
fine filaments
dragging
on the ground
almost
we walked
this walk
this way
many times
always in dead of night
mobile living dead
installation art
in motion.
Your face you would hold
expressionless
my body
I made limp.
in your loving
arms.
Feign
this way
we would.

Your lover has died
you carried her home
blue velvet dress
catching moonbeams light
sash tied at back
dragging in the dirt.

Home with me
in your arms
you would
undress me
bathe my body
lovingly
then
carry me to your bed
gaze upon me
as was
your love ritual
and
bed me,
breathe me
back to life.
Until
we took
our lovers walk
again.

J.C. 12/12/1991

with honeyed lip
and fervent tip
into my mouth
my body
you dip
slip
slide
inside
all my senses
on override
breaking
me
down
pulling my tides
my *******
*****
wet
from your lips
my ***
wet
from your hips
and what they bring
making my body sing
breaking dawn
breaking into light
lucent
shimmering
burning bright
cheeks hotter
than the sun
you shine
you shine
you are mine
I am thine
you me
we
are
one.

J.C. honey-baby 02/07/2019

axis tilt a whirl
as fault lines crack
and shiver
antipodes sears skin black
ozone gapes blisters smack
it's the melanoma boogey
under a scorching sun
or how about
club med Tahiti
c'est magnifique non mes amis?
compliments of the house...
s'il vous plait
a shot on the rocks of
muroroa nuclear cough
moratorium qu'est-ce que c'est?
rainbows explode into the sea
Mafart et Prieur...oui? oui?
can you hear the aperture
open and close and close
and not open sea sea
buried with the warrior
under nouvelle zealandes
harbour city
atrocity after atrocity
blowing up rainbows
blowing up atolls
blowing up souls
blowing up life
blasting off
tearing atmospheric silk
at it's fragile seams
at the brutal hands
of closed minded men
with megalomaniacal dreams.

J.C. 1st Sept 2019.

Its just words laid on the page
how we feel in our own spiel
keeping it real, on love, loss, rage
the penners pen scribing a path
along loves true way or
drawing a laugh
whichever way
you like to play
with word
heard
or silent
soft or violent
building with our lines
strings of projection
seeking depth of connection
reaching in or reaching out
all is positive when ink does spout
its a penners way of working it out
what we write and how we feel
the reader seeing feeling
a different deal
perspective
can be
subjective, reflective, objective
it is for me predominantly
cathartic, a soothe, a salve
at times the release valve
writing, to me,
feels like a biological necessity
either simple or in complexity
pick up the pen
or
reading the lines
trails of emotion
one word at a time.

J.C. 26/05/2019

two breaths from dawn
the night is
caught
on loop
breathing me in
spitting me out
again
and
again
stuck in stasis
small and
wanting more
cocooned

nights tendrils
offer small comforts
a place to hide
the silence
is deafening
feeding the urgency
a filtered glimpse
of emergence
see
corners of night
pealed back
stripped bare
no succour
or blessed offerings
to be found
as the dark
spits out
dawns dusty light
your side of the bed
shivers
empty & cold
heavy
I lie in wait
less your sleeping form
emerges

all these
scissored thoughts
a shattered mosaic
birdsong crashes in
I am left
begging
for more...

J.C.

the ache for you
settled deep in my belly
wakes me at 5.30am
I feel every inch
of the distance between us
sleepy fingers reach out
to find you
not there
my ***** sigh
with the roll of the ocean
keeping you from me
pulling the pillow in close
tears of wanting
stain its case
the ache for you
settles deep in my belly
at 5.30am.

J.C.

I pinch myself sometimes
marveling quietly
that it is me you love
wondering
how did I get so lucky
how did the others
the ones before me
miss it
how did they not see
that the love you give
and how you give it
is truly remarkable
quietly I wonder at this
for fear 'they' might now see
the rare beauty of your love
and try
to steal your heart away
from me.

J.C.

Sadness

craving for some love
on the empty side of the bed
feeling the hollowed pain
of things felt but left unsaid
the air has grown colder
as knots settle in my chest
are we going where we said
we'd never?
being so much less
than our loving best
I know sometimes I can be trying
less than easy, more than complex
your absented  love has me crying
falling into a blue emotional vortex
a growing gnawed bone deep ache
as the sadness rises steady
how much more before I break?

© J.C.

words in heards
birds little
flocks of sheep
silly play
mindful mines
horses neigh
nonsensical lines
of little meep
frolic to fros
ahhh eeee
I.O.U.
you do?
vow els ems ens
*** ohs!
constant ends
twaddle
twiddle
fiddle
******
shape of mouth
little tongue
flick
t - t - t- t -
make sound
stick
mind bending
never ending
better working
over shirking
linger
languid
language
lover
over
cover
covert
©
coven
­hocus pocus
locale locus
abra cadabra
shallamazoo
eni meni miny mo
it's you!

J.C.

he brings me peace
wrapped up in love
his love is tender sweet
we fit together hand in glove

he knows just such
to soothe me right
and when I need his touch
to be strong with might

he found me blue
bruised petals torn
knew what to say and do
to chase away my forlorn

he has ruined me now
for any other ever
with the love he endows
a bond too strong to sever

he is more than a good man
my respect for him grows
depend upon him I can
as he can me he knows

the love he gives is so good
forever my heart his to keep
at last love manifest as it should
forever I am his little meep

J.C. "little meep" 19/09/2019

worlds of difference made in our whirlwind days
the most lovely way that you say all that you say,
lends life, lifts my heart in most marvelous new ways
when you are gone even for the smallest of time,
the ache descends and with it unbends all my rhymes,
so I breathe for that next moment so sweet and so true,
when once more I am able to be with you...
I could go on and on and on and then on some more,
how this new thing has touched me, how I do so adore,
but mostly my dearest, your dearest dear true heart
moving me so deeply, my dear I know not where to start
your words, your voice, gifted upon your soft generous lips,
all these my lovely, do more than unchain my hips,
draw me in to you, make me the moth to your flame,
fill me with longing for that thrill that one more time
when once again, you sweetly whisper my name...

J. C. honey-baby ...undated.

this poets soul
is sowing seeds
for loved ones lost
for unseen deeds
in the quiet times
dappled with sighs
dusted in pale light
are pre dawn skies
Mr Tui sings
he spreads wide
his wings
in upward flight
to the Puriri tree
I think of you
I dream you are free
toes mulled
in a turning tide
undertow pulled
the tears we cried
for you
I glimpse your eyes
crystalline blue
so briefly seen
caught in sea foam
sands washed
renewed pristine
I let go like the sun
& long for home


J.C.

the ways of men
pondered
tears spilled
on the pillow
a poem written
as a prayer
so please
I beg
let me sleep
now
peaceful
please

© J.C.

The Hunters Knife.

Let's play a game missy
A game of hide and seek
one where I do the hiding
but also I do seek
I'll give you one chance
to solve the unsolvable
beware if you guess wrong
what I have hidden there
the blade will linger long
my hunters knife
will come to collect
a little blood, just a little
from thee miss,
not enough to be noticed
not enough to be missed
close your eyes
while I bind your wrists
dry your eyes
mute your sighs
or the hunters knife will collect
a little cut a little stab
not too shallow
nor too deep
just enough
to make thee bleed,
make thee bleed missy
bleed for me.
do you like my game,
girl child trapped in time
held here eternal by me

Hush now
don't sob for
your lost innocence
I'm far from finished
with you yet.
I'll sing you a lullaby child
close your eyes
go to sleep
and whilst all soft
in slumber you lie,  
from your heart
the joy I will thieve
Hush now girl and sleep
for while all soft
you lie in slumber asleep,
the joy from your eyes
I will break
when from deepest sleep
you stir and wake
forever mine
is  your soul to keep.
I will take all
you don't have to give
then I will take some more
for by mornings break
sweet child
no longer a sweet miss
broken you'll be my *****

Tell me child
how you love my game
of hunters hide and seek
any answer you can give
will never be right
will never set you free
the only victors of this game,
my hunters knife and me.

© J.C.

Stars fall from my hair
Arched my body is Nuit
stardust brushed  your skin

~~~~~~

Catch my falling stars
As kisses upon your skin
Be earth to my sky

~~~~~~

J.C. undated...

My baby builds robots
his clever gentle hands
my honey writes me poems
his lovely strong hands
my love is a designer
his mind the way it sings
applying creative logic
to make such complex things,
his hands they fascinate me
with their deft versatility
his mind it seduces me
with his warm emotionality
my baby is solutions
mixing to solidify
equations becomes clear to
solve all my x, my z's, my why's
in so doing he frees
my hitherto hidden crys & sighs
my honey bee works numbers
with beautiful brain agility
he makes me crave to play
with him
a game of love geometry
manipulating the angles
from my shoulders
to my ankles
oh how I do crave
my sweet loves forgiveness
makes me want to misbehave
it is our love at play, silly fun games
just like our many many
lovey dovey sappy names
more than all his positive qualities
my darlings communication
is the most attractive to me
with loving openness
with sweet caring honesty
it preserves our solid unity
I love this man so deeply,
I love him so true to infinity
it's shaken my foundations
rocked me to my core
illuminated clearly
what has been mistaken
as love now long foresaken
clearly was not love before.

J.C. baby-baby 01/08/2019. 11.11am.

Bygones be gone
bye wrong
wires crossed
lost in the why
this world is full
of unseeing eyes
unfeeling hearts
unthinking minds
not ours
not yours
not mine
we find the depth
in between the lines

© J.C. 24/09/2019.

don't break me
it took a long time
to stick these pieces
back together again

don't fake me
trust broken by
years of lies
ground down faith
in good men
hard to believe again

don't foresake me
if I give my love
to feel you
disavow
will see me blue

don't try to remake me
I am who I want to be
control me
will not roll me
only push me
to run from you

don't heartbreak me
if I take
the leap of faith
to have it
smashed apart
again into two
would my weary heart
surely undo

© J.C. 24/09/2019.

i remember #2

i remember
cats eyes
lighting up
the edge of never
a silent heightless
boundary
between life
& a plunge into death
trusty bertha
golden bullet
speeding through
the silvered night
on the edge of sleep
still dreaming
moonless skies
twinkling stardust memories
the smell of the forest
filling my sleepy mind
Bertha's headlights
throwing ominous
beautiful tree shadows
across the night vista
falling
back into slumber
hungry jaguar purring
biting up the bitumen
into the blackness
devouring tarseal
& endless miles
the scent of Chanel
drifting from
the nape of
my mother's long
elegant neck
floating weightless
80 mph to morning
waking within
the sound of the ocean
bacon & eggs
cooked on the hot engine
then running
into the summer
south pacific
perfect summer morning
I remember.

© J.C.

please
I beseech you
forget my name
played out
in obsessions shadow
your sick thoughts
know no shame
the fuse wire lit tripped
in too deep all gone fallow
nerve casings stripped
fight or flight mode triggers
back to hard nought
unrelenting you remain
ingrained an old
fibre rotting blood stain
while your harridan sniggers
my senses are now fraught
I feel you dreaming me
the nausea rising like gut fire
the tension wires pull taut
walls closed in emergency
smiling tiger dressed as a liar
don't speak my name
don't remember me fondly
don't profess undying love
hang your sick head in shame
for you treated me so wrongly
fists and boots a kick a shove
there is no escape
no peace here found
you hurt you destroy you ****
made a slaughterhouse
of loves playground
you pervade
as you invade
in your masquerade
a monster costumed
as a 'good son' a good man
my love cannot be exhumed
do not delude yourself it can
I see your vile truth
sadly know you better
than I should
I would erase you
rubbed out
like a pencil sketch
if I could.

J.C. 14/11/2019 12.12am

This one was a reply to a write by a good friend about learning or not learning from our past experiences...
**
The past is past is past or
it is passed on by
re the past
notched marked
by repast after repast
the past is set
past is cast 
a plaster cast
a master class
in rote
fixed
irrefutable
non mutable
dissimilar to what lies
in the interstices
as the aperture closes
the fissure fuses
past becomes
futures muse
a riddling ruse
the future
mutable and inscrutable
an enigma machine
sibylline
potentially sublime
as yet pristine
unmarked or measured
its layers feathered
still the past
possibly imparts
a suture to our future
in parts
lessons learned
badges of honour earned
or bridges burned
lessons unlearned
vexed and perplexed
so
past invades the now the next
past behaviour's become
an opaque crystal ball
warnings 
predicative
indicative
of a future fall
perception restrictive
reminds us that
what lies behind us
can time jump morph
fast forward wind
to render us blind
forgetting 
letting
past past past
get set to upsetting
the apple cart
with it dictate 
a forced error restart
and so the past the past the past
the presets and how
past catapults ahead
resets at now
back from the future
to present 
unbidden 
unsavoury gifts
continuum slips
fabric of time rips
tears at its seams
and so it seems
like lucid dreams
the past the past the past
on presents door does 
beat beat beat
a current theme
set eternal
infernal
drum machine
looped continuous cycle
to repeat repeat repeat.

J.C. honey-owl 20/07/2019

I need to feel something
other than myself, today, sifted,
blown apart and separated,
exalted touched venerated

need to feel sighed back to life,
renewed, recharged and
clitorally activated by someone
other than myself, other than
masturbated, getting underrated,
validated and well just outdated

need to feel the wet wet wet to forget by an others hand tongue lips teeth, *****, **** fingertips

or by voice to direct instruct
enjoin adjure command, by demand
the shuddering rivers choked internal,
to be undammed released,
with earthquakes trembles freed,
to deliver me swept downstream

by currents bidden on tied of your
steadied voice and fervency driven,
beyond what's taken and what's given,
need to taste blood drawn by lip bitten
stroked and coaxed, choked little kitten

if my mind thought sick
then dis ease me please,
I beg forgiven, just sweet release me,
from this prison of stifled moans groans,
held on loan while desire lay risen

this need is real uncontrived,
it can't be hidden much longer,
need this dam to burst,
shatter crack and shiver
lest it perish me, or my me will wither
in decline waste away to dust,
repine disappear with her

I need this need please please me steady,
unlade this load cargo it is heavy,
these aching ***** much more than ready,
to fill the cup with nectar heady
to feel the rush the pull and push,
on my knees begging please, I need.

J.C. 18/03/2019.

Braiding

I'm braiding my hair
at 2.31am
Over
U
N
D
E
R
Over again
Feeling your fingers
Thru my hair
A playful tug
Here__&__there
This one of our love rituals
Avoiding the habitual
Making a silky rope
Plaiting with hope
Our braiding holds
Over
U
N
D
E
R
Over again
Braiding my hair at 2.31am...

J.C. honey-tiger 01/05/2019.

rain drops
birdy plops
splattered
on wet ground
pretty blue
speckled shell
no longer vital
pushed or fell?
first thought
to rescue you
cotton *****
all warm skidoo
too late by far
**** not scar
no warmth fed
could make undead
life in nature true
but still
pretty broken blue
sad to see
had me blue too
for you.

J.C. 24/09/2019

I used to hitchhike
the length of this fair land
not much older than a lass
striving to understand
be a bad ***
work out my past
holding out my hand
hoping the wind
the sun
the rain
might erase the scars
release
the pain
many passing cars
from the far north bush
to deep south mountains
icy glaciers
to bush bowl fountains
trying to restitch
parts of me torn
uplift my spirit
leave behind child forlorn
guess I read
too much Kerouac
as a lass
hitting the long roads
with not much more
than my napsack
my pen
my notebook
pastels
artists paper
headstrong
willful
searching for
the next caper
I used to hitchhike
it was safer back then
if rules followed
listen to your gut
spent six hot weeks
in a one room hut
the mighty Hokianga
working the land by light
then writing through dark
by way of kerosene light
bathing naked in the river
in the dusky early morns
escaping
randy bulls
the sting of his horns
I used to hitchhike
not much older than a lass
learning life's lessons
through mother nature's
materclass

J.C. honey-owl 07/08/2019

M.I.C.H.A.E.L.

Michael, how your name feels leaving my lips
Michael, the way you love me like honey drips
Michael, how you say my name when passions high
Michael, the way you feel so right no need for why's
Michael, how my heart sings when you are near
Michael, the way you care for me so tender dear
Michael, how my pulse quickens for your touch
Michael, the way I love you, knowing you love me just as much.
Michael, how I need you in my life forever more
Michael, the way you, my one and only, I do adore.

J.C. Honey-tiger 14/06/2019.

Aestival

bright are January's skies
robust light poured
into antipodeal
atmospheres
azure blue
interspersed
occasionally
by slow moving
cotton ball cumulus
feeding into endless
cerulean horizons

the effulgent outer world
blows
into my inner pnuema
and heat rushes in
melting to puddles of wanting
my intended precept
of cool headedness

the fires of missing you
so blazingly perfervid
they strike envy
into Olympus Mons
molten heart
scorching every
living thing in vengeance

I am mapped internally
pointered
by embered markers
in all the hues of longing
which bleed in through
fevered *****

like a forest scorched
laid to barren hot dust
by racing bushfires
time hangs in the heat haze
begging for the quench
only found in your kiss
to soothe these
internal infernos

my eyes ache
through the dusty
miraged heat
straining
to fix you
in my sightlines

only then
will these raging fires
be subdued

J.C.

This is inspired by, and a direct 'bounce off' one of Crows poems here, 'Hibernal' (link below) that I absolutely loved.  Thank you Crow, for letting me take the liberty, of using yoir poem 'Hibernal' as a jumping off point for this one


https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3686581/hibernal/

I remember
long car trips
in the back of the jag
bench seats like beds
the smell of
walnut
and rich red leather
being lifted in slumber
not sleeping but sleeping
half awake moments
a quilt to cover
draped warm & heavy
over my childs body
falling asleep
with the smell of the ocean
stars twinkling by
in the passing
evening sky
the rushing of air
through
windows cracked
to the traveling night
I remember.

© J.C.

Your love is the soothe
the succour
the spark and hot flame
the embers
ever smouldering
at the core of my being
when lovingly you
moan my name
a growled whisper
at the peak of our passion
I feel every ounce
of your love for me
as we fall
into perfect sync
our bodies
our hearts
align
and nothing exists
outside of our fused heat
it is more
so much deeper
than physical release...
In those moments
I have all I could ever need
you become my air
my nourishment
my shelter
and my bones
my skin
my pounding heart
become
your bones
your fevered skin
your pounding heart
with you
inside me
beside me
our skin pressed close
the universe dissolves
and evolves
as you growl my name
so lovingly in ******
time stops
you pull me in
and I let go
in ecstacy
in joy
in love
I have never felt more loved
more beautiful
more right in my skin
than when you growl my name
tell me that you love me
rain kisses on my face
as i shudder and tremble
in your loves embrace
colours bursting
exploding stars
behind my eyes...
you are the soothe
the succour
the spark
in my heart
the eternal burning flame
when you lovingly
utter my name...

J.C. 14/12/2019, @ 3.33pm

I am pulled to you
like air
when underwater
I want to say your name
over and over and over
it is beauty
to me
here
I will keep it
in my heart
on repeat
in the beats
two barreled
like your name
my heartbeats
echo
it
again
again
and again

* * 

the love I feel
for you
the vibration
of you
resonates
deeply within
our currents
flowing
particularly charged
producing
warm
enveloping
light

 * *

say my name
over and over and over
keep it in your heart
on repeat
in the beats
this love
replete.

J.C. honey-tiger 17/08/2019 4.44am.

The waiting begins again
until you are here with me
getting closer to the end
Until it comes I'm left to yearn
each fibre of my body left in
suspended animation
to burn burn burn

all of this my pent up desire
halted at once but still on fire
panted breath all quieted for now
my thoughts race thinking of just how
you'll use your beautiful body & mind
to take me places I never could find
alone without your guiding hands
it's got me hot cheeked you understand

this sweetest torture game we play
is eating me up as I dissolve away
'til ember's and ashes all that remain
come back come back I beg to our game
of who can make the other first ignite
setting our minds and bodies bright alight
always ends in laughter sweet kisses too
I'm gone forever you have all my love true.

J.C.

you complete me
the missing piece
of the enigma puzzle
found
without realisation
it was ever lost
or even existed
this thing
we have found
with each other
this rare
beautiful
love
radiates
happiness
compassion
joy
inclusivene­ss
kindness
drenched
and ignited
by love
we are
twin flames
burning now
as one.

J.C. 11/11/2019 @11.11am

my thoughts have become
non thoughts
since you won my heart
no more
do any thoughts exist
of being touched
by anyone but you
no more
can I even summon
the filamental thread
of imagining another's
lips on my lips
your hands only
now exist
to caress my skin
pull me into
your loving embrace
stroke my cheek
and thread your fingers
through mine
in lovers repose.

J.C. 30/11/2019. 4.44pm

I am a seeker for the light
fighting to flee this blackened night
filled with dreams of nights gone by
tossing me restless, my heart a sigh
in these dreams
your beautiful hands are my slaughter
pulling, holding me under the water
my breath is ebbing fading fast
is this it, sweet release is it here at last?
battlefields play out in my sleep
you want me here, my soul to keep
with you here under the black rushing water
where you took your life in my name..
my eternal torture
drove your beloved Holden off the peak
of the Gorge into the wild Buller River
your body unfound for more than 40 weeks, all hope slowly did wither
at the ripe old age of 23, you chose
to take your life because of me
or so the note said, unrequited love
love not received yet given
but I DID love you, how could I know
you were so broken
by horrors endured, which remained unspoken
if you'd let me see your injured child
I could have helped, been gentle, more mild
but you knew who I was then, young, hungry
free spirited - wild,
isn't that the 'me' you fell for after all?
then surrounded yourself with a ten foot wall.
I never betrayed you, never dallied or strayed
maybe you'd have trusted more
if you had stayed.
It's all ancient history now, but you still haunt my dreams
I wake up in cold sweat, body shaking,
stifled screams.
Fighting my way back up through the
black water
fleeing your beautiful hands,
my eternal torture

J.C... undated.

You did not beat me
you did not abuse me
you did not ****** me
you did not see me
you did not talk to me
you did not need me
you did not love me
until you needed me to change
your **** bag,
until you needed me to
feed you naso-gastrically
until you needed me
to push the morphine
until you needed me a kid
at 13, to minister to you
tell you not to be afraid to die
that it was going to be alright.
until you needed to confess
to me, the sins of the father
until it was just me and you
mother brother spinning off
to the edge of the world
not coping not dealing
like I could do.
until you needed me to soothe
you like you never soothed me
offer you comfort like you
never did comfort me
until you needed me to see you
like you were blind to me
even tho I was right in front of you
all my life in your life
until you needed to tell me,
"I love you daughter", not for me
but for you.
until you needed me to tell you,
"I forgive you dad " and I do.
until you needed me to see you die
then you were gone, and for me
nothing new, situation remains
the same
unchanged.

J.C. mid 1987... Written at age 15.

Adrift, floating on this sea
Solitary, darkest night encircles me.
Unable to see, I feel the
Pea soup fog enveloping me
Craving land, seeking light
Or deeply sought dual toned
diaphonic night-call,
to guide me home.

J.C. honey-assasin 29/05/2019

This is not really finished but I had to stop for a bit, or it risked becoming too long...so much more to add..

I can no longer see
people dead or dying
even a good
dramatisation
has me crying
humanity
I can no longer watch
babies being born
without the feeling
of being torn
wondering
are you destined
to become another statistic
in a world unwell
a world getting sicker
humanity
I can no longer love
spring flowers
blooming in the dead
of winter
as damage done
causes the seasons
to shift crack splinter
humanity
I can no longer
feel anything
but sympathy
for my friends 10699 miles away
whose 'leader'
lacks any kind of empathy
is driven by megolamania
kleptocracy
and insanity
humanity

J.C. honey-tiger 05/08/2019.

we transcend
space transmutes
time unbends
black shards
new found light
transforms
dull coal lines
to sparkled
marcasite
liquify the night
bursting
colours bright
we rearrange
time lines
slip the knot
as we redefine
follow the dot
to refine
realign
reunite in perfect time.

J.C. honey-tiger 25/06/2019, 3.05am.

hauntings & how they roll
ghosts how they
collect the toll
once in place
inhabiting space
in the padlocked
and dusty corners
of packed away tight
out of time mourners
the mines of the mind
hide ghosts
shadowed and shaded
packed away
filed under hurt and jaded
upgraded for new joys
but not forgotten
as is ghosts ploys
to appear after their
day is done
has you thinking
you've finally won
then as quick
as a whip
with head fuckery
time does slip
back
back
back
to undead days
when non-ghosts
smiles sneers smack
long hours spent at play
in a finger snap
a branch crack
a drop of pain
the aperture opens
once more
and with it
the pasts door
flung open wide
and bare
daring you to dare
look that ghost in the face
boldly refute
its cold embrace
remember
remember
remember
the pain in truckloads
your heart charred
blackened ember
turn away
from the memory
walk away
from the feeling
stop your broken self
from reeling
a ghost
is just
a ghost
apparition
at most
one thing just
leads to another
another's pain
feeds the rediscover
transports you
back
back
back
time line shifts
then cracks
temporary possession
by pasts ghosts
procession...
let it go
let it go
let it go....

J.C. 12/09/2019.

A poetry forum that I was part of recently shut down, sadly, and in that forum, I had a LOT of 'conversations' in rhyme, poetry, etc...I'm going to be posting a few here..they were written as responses originally to either a poem or a comment(s)...so are untitled..mostly..

Excerpts #1

You shine brighter than the sun
Lighter than air on the run
Lift my heart and bring the fun
Newly new thing far from done

You gift me starry bright wishes
10699 sweetly salted kisses
Even offer to do the dishes
Healing my hearts deeper fissures

My spirit's lighter now you around
Real feels deeply felt do abound
In your oceans I beg let me drown
Be my king wear me as your crown

We started slow we tried to keep
In check emotions so true so deep
Did then tender steep and creep
It's done I'm  all yours call me "meep"

I want to lie so still in your arms
Show you all my every charms
Love & annoint body with your balms
From my lost lips i utter lost psalms

You send me places never been
Gift me feels until you unseen
Soul union deep only dreamed
I'm your cherry will you be my cream

It would take forever and a day
To list here and for me to say
How you move me & all the ways
My heart sings when we're at play

Take me home lay me by the river
Set my ***** all fret and shiver
Unselfish my lover my lovely giver
Sets our souls entwined forever.

Red dragon
Black sea

White chip
Crested Tui

Blue Stilton
Green tea

(That was Sunday afternoon for me)

J.C. 23/05/2019.