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Simon Soane Jan 2018
Chatting with you
is a special delight,
you could turn dark rooms free
with your splendid bright.
Simon Soane Nov 2018
Talking of you
brings you closer;
each increment of speech,
a bounding leap,
to that perfect smile.
Simon Soane Mar 2019
I’d hazard a guess there aren’t many folk who don’t know the tales of Harry, Hermione and Ron
and how with a cast of a multitude of friends they defeated Voldemort with aplomb,
rightly these heroic adventures are held in the highest regard,
and will be told forever by musicians, singers and bards,
these stories will be remembered, people will talk of those courageous and brave
and how they turned the evil tide of The Dark Lord with everything they gave,
how they dispelled the magic of horror with the strength of the Gryffindor lion,
but less well known than this wonder is the fable of Tayrn and her Ryan.
R and T arrived to Hogwarts  10  years after He Who Can Not Be Named was vanquished in the great struggle,
Tayrn was pure wizard born whereas Ryan was pure muggle,
both took to wizarding school easily and did well in all their classes,
of course Tayrn was a hit with the lads and Ryan a swoon with the lasses,
but it didn’t matter they gave all folk in their year at Hogwarts an involuntary love shudder
because ace Tayrn and Ryan only had eyes for each other!
Their wonderful sweet love was easy and went without a hitch,
spent Saturdays gazing at each other when they should have been watching Quidditch,
hand in hand they skipped around The Forbidden Forest, their romance knowing no rift,
saying hello to a friendly centur or a flying hippogriff,
they galloped around Diagon Alley, their souls full of cheer,
or sat relaxed and tranquil in The Leaky Cauldron sipping butter beer.
T and R were ace at spells, Tayrn’s best was with a wand swish creating healing
and Ryan’s wonderful arty prowess was painting The Sistine Chapel on any ceiling;
yes they were each other’s equal in the way they weaved the magic from above
and this is one of the reasons they were very much in love.
One night T and R were going on one of their romantic walks
and decided to have a jaunt to a wonderful clearing just near Hogwarts,
they sauntered through the darkening evening with a song on their lips,
swaggered along the green with the music of love on their hips,
as they got to the secluded clearing they were anticipating with glee each other’s hold
but then all of a sudden they started feeling very cold.
They both noticed that the summer grass was covered in a blanket of frost,
the trees were looking pale, freezing, withdrawn and lost,
the air was filled with frigidity and held the hints of scare,
the flowers were wilting with chilled terror, bloom given way to despair,
as Tayrn and Ryan wondered what was the cause of such floral bad health
just a few yards away  the answer revealed itself;
over a hill came a hooded figure that immediately brought fright to the fore
as Tayrn and Ryan paid attention in Defence Against The Dark Arts they instantly recognised it as a dementor,
but they noticed something different about this one, it was nearly trebled in size,
and had a deeper blackness where should have been it’s eyes.
Being skilled at magic they knew what they had to do to avoid any harm
so both quickly fired off their best Patronus Charm,
but these spells had no effect, the huge dementor merely shrugged them off
and they could have sworn beneath it’s hood it let out a derisive scoff.
The enormous dementor hovered over Tayrn and Ryan and from its mouth emerged a hiss,
as it prepared to give the two lovers their final goodbye kiss,
but as it stooped over them with it’s awful deathly hue
T and R looked into each other’s eyes and figured out what they were going to do;
they remembered in one class learning about the bravest man Hogwarts had ever knew
and how he was able to hoodwink The Dark Lord with a love strong, solid and true,
how Snape drew on his love of Lilly to ride through any storm,
even on his darkest night it was what kept him warm,
so Tayrn and Ryan pushed their wands together and thought of beautiful Severus
and how they both too shared the romantic love buzz,
and channelling the wonder of that special feeling thus
they both pointed their wands in unison and screamed Expelliarmus!
Emitted from the tip of each wand was the half of a love heart projected from each soul
that both came together to create the fantastic whole,
in the shine of such love the vast dementor instantly recoiled,
knowing that it’s draining wish was in no doubt foiled,
it writhed around and in the glare of joy did it’s nefarious purpose erode,
every bleak and blank about it started to corrode,
the dementor slowly ebbed away until all of it did go
and in it’s place was left a striking brown young doe,
it bowed it’s head to Tayrn and Ryan and then it flew into the trees,
gliding with majesty on the sweet night breeze.
Awed by what had happened Ryan and Tayrn turned and started to walk back to the dorm,
aware of what occurred was special and not the norm,
but then they stopped in their tracks and at the same time both did say,
“oh my beautiful love, I know  I’m going to marry you someday!”
Simon Soane Jul 2018
You?
You make me fabulous,
all wow and starry;
feel I can usurp King at Kong
and then move on to beat Federer
at ping pong
on the Atari!
Simon Soane Mar 2018
Your enormous heart
has time for me?
Wow!
I love you.
Simon Soane Feb 2014
Thank you,
close to you
means
lessons,
no less than
a best,
beat in chest,
best at chess.
you manoeuvre me
to clearing sea.
Thank you,
you.
The
Simon Soane Nov 2019
The
Things start in different ways,
sometimes soft and faint
hardly rippling
still
but
gentle
with glorious intent.
Or, instantly sudden,
sodden in anew,
caught in the unstoppable
thrall
of quickening season,
fast and swift
with love the reason.
Simon Soane Oct 2014
You never fail
to rise from fog,
diluted air parted
by what your heart is.
Learning not passed up;
you thirsty cup!
Some
time
you won't shine,
in, be, when, past
fast
Simon Soane Nov 2021
The blood had fell
for many a year,
the bodies never ceased to drop,
and every person shed a tear.

In the awful years of The Great War.

Bob joined up in January 1918
as he had turned the age he had to go,
him and his friends went to enlist
as English pavements filled with snow.

In the awful years of The Great War.

Fred was from a near-by town,
went down to enroll with fear in his tum,
he didn't really want to sign up,
as he'd miss his Cat, his Dad, his Mum.

In the awful years of The Great War.

Fred and Bob had a torrid time
in that drowning stinking mud,
and met when they were deployed together
after The Battle Of Belleau Wood.

In the awful years of The Great War.

They clapped eyes on each other in a trench
and their hearts simultaneously began to flutter,
wonder stirred in their souls,
words of love they wished to utter.

In the awful years of The Great War.

They were both drenched in horror,
shrouded in a bombed out trance,
but began to feel some ease
with every stolen glance.

In the awful years of The Great War.

They talked in down hours,
how they'd eventually leave Hell, sit hand in hand, try to forget what they had seen,
full of peace and calm,
in a field of summer green.

In the awful years of The Great War.

When no-one else was looking
they'd try and dull the machine gun hiss
and find a tiny space
for a fleeting enamoured kiss.

In the awful years of The Great War.

Inevitably they got *****,
talked about what fleshy designs they could be,
Bob said, "I'm up for owt!"
Fred replies, "oh, perhaps you could *** on me!"

In the awful years of The Great War.

Bob chucked, "ha ha, I'm up for that,
anything to please you that is in my power!'
Fred responded, "great my love,
I'll look forward to a *******!"

In the awful years of The Great War.

Fred and Bob continued their covert romance
and anticipated the day when Fred would get a jet of Bob's yellow
but then one became their leader
was the most terrible fellow.

In the awful years of The Great War.

He waltzed in and stated with arrogance,

'I'm now in charge of you, you ghastly bunch of ****!"
He was the most frightful man:
Major Barthomley Pitt.

In the awful years of The Great War.

Despite never seeing combat
Pitt did pontificate, "deserters he would shoot,
cowards would go up against the wall
and the scared get the gun boot."

In the awful years of The Great War.

But what Pitt hated most
was "men who go up other mens' rears,
I ******* hate those sodomites,
I ******* hate those queers!"

In the awful years of The Great War.

Pitt continued that he'd "rooted out sin
whether it be meek or mild
and I have filled with bullets
those who enjoy copulation like Oscar Wilde!"

In the awful years of The Great War.

In the middle of this diatribe a shell exploded,
the debris torn into Bob's arm,
and a mustard gas cloud appeared
before anyone could raise the alarm.

In the awful years of The Great War.

Fred had got a lung full,
Pitt cowering started to look for his own cover,
but both Bob with only one upper limb working started to think about his lover.

In the awful years of The Great War.

Bob ****** on a hanky as he knew ammonia
could relieve the toxic gas and stop a man from being dead,
and in a desperate lunge in the front of Pitt
placed the sodden rag on the face of Fred.

In the awful years of The Great War.

Just a minute ago Pitt was shouting,
off on one of his vile anti ****** rants
but just 60 seconds later a puff was giving another puff in front of him
a pair of hard ons in their pants.

In the awful years of The Great War.

Bob and Fred were rushed to field hospital
and of that abomination of war did get away,
and were both still bedridden
when on the 11/11/11 was declared Armistice Day.

No more awful years of The Great War.

After it had ended Bob and Fred moved to  separate houses in a village,
Bob's inheritance made this dream,
and they would go deep in the woods
and be their serene supreme

No more awful years of The Great War.

They would laugh about how they had made it,
their glee made the sun more brightly beam,
on this peaceful blue calming day
Bob and Fred found their field of green.

A happily ever after The Great War.
Simon Soane May 2020
Prosecco echo -
On that day we had fun,
drank
and ran
with everyone;
now just fading silhouettes
making the most of the sky,
but never too tired to raise a glass to
goodbye.
Simon Soane Oct 2017
Blatantly
you say,
with typical
forthright
knowing
wonder,
I love you,
& I,
trying to gather my thoughts
say,
without the weight of thinking;
I love you too,
when I wanted summer
you made my sky blue.
Simon Soane Mar 2016
Like the new hot air
you are what it is
straight away,
warm,
to the heat of our norm
while it's our while;
all is best
in your smile.
Simon Soane Oct 2016
Blatantly
you say,
with typical
forthright
knowing
wonder,
I love you,
& I,
trying to gather my thoughts
say,
without the weight of thinking
I love you too;
when I want summer
you make my sky blue.
Simon Soane Feb 2018
When you blow up balloon I stare;
what was dead rubber becomes alive
in air.
Simon Soane Mar 2020
There are things supposed to be on the list
to ease the journey through isolation's mist;

toilet roll,

milk,

bread,

and a assortment of crisps.

They are all secondary though,
just as long you are there with your dazzling smile and wonder it feels fine to lock all the doors and fasten the latches;
just us with splendid
as we batten down the hatches.
Simon Soane Nov 2021
Love

for your ubiquitous beauty I'm glad,

I know in the future I'll curse you

because here will be no longer

what I had;

but I wouldn't want it any other way

as you make my life

every day.
Simon Soane Feb 2019
In the breath
of a
sprawling
metropolis
your tiny moves make
sacred populus.
Simon Soane Oct 2020
Some fabulous hugs

haven't happened

for a while,

cuddles left in the cupboard

no word
heard
from smile.

But like anything that has a destination of nowhere
there's always a glimmer of wonderful that stops the rot;

the saying of hope
starting to trot.
Simon Soane Sep 2018
In mild air
seething green recedes
at a trot
not gallop,
some splendor left
but scarcer and sought.
Fortified in fought,
still strong for days
unchanged.
Until giving way
is the way.
Simon Soane Mar 2018
When I leave you
no sorrow in the road;
just the might
of
blue sky
unfold.
Simon Soane Aug 2019
You unforcefully cram
your particles
into every time
of loveliness,
seldom rocked
by
the
tick
tock;
minutes are just moments
that bring
all
your
joy.
Simon Soane Oct 2015
You move through air
with
the
surety of spectacular,
neither hidden or waiting
just there and full
of nothing but what is,
bursting from
this and no more,
only this and what is
and no seek to soar.
Simon Soane Oct 2013
Crept cruelly in and begin
winter wails,
cold migrations
on tattered sails,
no colours
or nature's fireworks,
no fire works
to warm or rouse,
shout for drought and arid house,
far from fear
and tear.
Simon Soane Jul 2017
Saturday morning becomes
simple
with you
by my side,
magnifying the open
with nothing to hide;
you're the bestest surprise,
with the summer in your eyes.
Simon Soane Jun 2016
It was sunny today,
the hot light
fantastic,
and warm.
After drinks in the pub
we walked back and chatted,
ever ready for talk
us two
but,
said softly
I wish I was with you too.
Simon Soane Dec 2018
The clock always
moves slower
when you arrival is nigh,
it's as if time conspires
to delay our high;
but for the dwell on your appear there isn't room:
you'll be here instantly,
sometime,
soon.
Simon Soane May 2016
Although
it's only a day
until I see you
it feels like 3
million years,
hours of avalanche
before we dance.
Not aware where time is
when we flare
& spark
the zoom of us;
we meld with high fives o clock; hands of the
tick and the tock.
Simon Soane Aug 2014
Describing clocked,
noticed
or
not,
held in seconds
forgot.
Memory unplanned,
shuffling in minuet
minutes made of you.
Simon Soane May 2017
The phrase time is a healer is tinged with sadness, as it accepts the end,
every moving on comes from the end of a beginning that was fortified by hope.  
Time is a healer because shared experiences cease, which condemns any perceived future to the past,
love cannot continue when the space is no longer occupied by two,
those experiences shared become less vivid,
less real,
relics of a history that gather dust with each passing second,
dusk falling on laughter, forever captured and frozen, other people, from another time.
Simon Soane Dec 2013
Now i tried Tinder
as i tossed the caber and said timmmmberrrrr
for a while a guy of my style (ha ha!) will swipe to the left on Linda
...if your,re wondering why, her eyes bled Simba and i'm the only lion/**** King around here
but then after no connections for a bit i thought "this ap's pretty ****, why has no one hit on me? Do i look like ET?" Cancel the extra kettle.  It's judging by aesthetics and when you are bald and pathetic and want to take yourself out (mimic gun to head!) why would you put this face on a faux Take Me Out...leave the light on, cos mine's off, it's gone.
Wait a mo, a message, a flicker of flame!!!!  From Tinder!!!  I am Cinders and i'm going to the ball MOTHER *******!!!
I'm a Schizophrenic hypocrite
Simon Soane Jun 2018
You seem like you'll always
be
your beautiful head,
all brilliant full
but never led;
knowing steps in deep
winter snow,
and when to wait
in summertime glow;
no-one could ever deem you foe
as the destination is wonder
wherever you go.
Top
Simon Soane Jan 2016
Top
In your company
we hop to the top,
our held hands hold
the air we draw on
near the summit;
running gravity out of town,
what goes up
not coming down.
Simon Soane May 2018
Your sleepy times rest
on my sofa
as I want to wake you
for another ace chat
but your snooze set form
suggests that is that.
Have a good Land Of Nod and in your tranquil most chill;
sweet steady self for more of your brill.
Simon Soane Nov 2013
Her eyes,
recognised
you;
moving on with a love that belongs
and knows that one day will go
and leave a mark,
for,
a touch lost
and not the settle frost;
never still,
when waiting.
Simon Soane Sep 2019
Today,
on paper,
we've toured
a football ground,
but that description
neglects our fantastic found
displayed
in
leaping bound;
it's whenever I'm with you Dad,
it's whenever you're around.
Simon Soane Oct 2017
In this happy haze you can appear
and make me smile involuntary;
ferrying me to ace,
the thought of your face.
Simon Soane Jul 2014
Your concerns are global
with endless scope,
through sleet and sound i hear that
under a touch of your eye
we arrive
into a moment,
with hides shed
for wings ;
these things you bring.
Simon Soane Sep 2019
When you get off a train I'm happy,
that's because it usually means you're a step closer to me;
your near proximity improves my all,
my string theory
and my ABC.
Just your foot on a platform means I understand more of the air,
as you're a further tad towards me,
making the best of my everywhere.
Life love train romance
Simon Soane Jun 2017
I've been to lots of fun places on the train,
to great holidays
without any rain,
to joyous weddings where the skies were clear,
to Superbowl nights with plenty of beer;
spending yesterday round yours I can now put on that list,
as we chatted
and laughed
and drank
and kissed.
Simon Soane Nov 2014
It does not seem
things move on
when girders
give way
to heavy stay.
Movement rattles
rutted hiding
from unknown contentment ,
to breath, to gusto.
And move, and move
Simon Soane Jun 2016
If you were condensation
I’d have you in every room,
bringing joy to the pane;
refracting the light of summer again.
Simon Soane May 2019
On that couch of yours
may we meet more
and have more of our
tour de force,
leg over leg,
involved in everything of me and you,
condensed,
like a good haiku:
taunt and magical,
strong wind carrying the blue,
holding safe and true.
Simon Soane Jun 2018
Finishing work on a Tuesday
often has it's charms,
nearer to the middle and away from Monday's harm,
the roughest hungover part of the week been and gone,
confronted and finished with the verve of aplomb.
As well as those little celebrations this Tuesday was better,
it had you in it.
You got off the train and moved towards me, a equal to all the sun,
making the day
splendid
and fantastically won.
Simon Soane May 2017
I think,
at the moment
you could make up a song and i'd know it
inside out
immediately,
you wouldn't have to spend time
teaching me the chorus
i'd know what to say
and more
with aplomb, it sings:
let's discuss how our impromtu is ace
and how we
may have found
a tad of place.
Yeah.
Simon Soane Aug 2016
You
sleek
with
advancement,
turning battles benign;
all fronts blue and sun:
special is your name.
Us
Simon Soane Aug 2018
Us
Sitting in the field of us
I forget what the concept of unfurrowed will allow;
as it's just me and youy
in the now now now.
Us
Simon Soane Jun 2019
Us
Many moons away there was a lovely town,
where the people were happy and knew no frowns,
where the lambs gambolled in the fields free and safe from the dining table
and everybody was always recused at the end of every fireside fable,
the dawn was always singing and the days with joy were packed,
no one needed anything, there was nothing that they lacked,
yes all the folk loved the town, “it’s the best!” they would say,
that is until one dark fateful June day.
A monster appeared at the gates of the town one morn
and remarked calmly…”parents you will give up to me all of your first born,
and if you fail to comply with my demands
I’ll take all your children and raze to the floor all your lands!”
As a demonstration of his monstrous strength
he decimated the animals in the village and removed one tenth.
The monster then said, “you have 3 days to sate my wishes
otherwise all your children will be my dishes!”
Understandably the town was in a uproar of fears
and all you could hear was weeping and tons of floods of tears.
The town’s war council met and discussed what to they should do
and soon decided that their chances of defeating the beast were too few,
they realised that their best recourse was to contact a neighbouring village
as they knew of a hero there who could perhaps stop this awful pillage,
so they sent an envoy to implore the hero to come and vanquish the monster to the Hell he came from,
the name of this heroic guy well it was Simon!
Simon was a handsome chap who had saved many places from strife
and all the people around trusted this great guy with their life,
for sweet Simon was altruistic, charming, charismatic and kind
and when others needed a hero he was the first one on their mind,
and of course when the town asked him to help and slay the terrible beast
he immediately packed up his sword and arrows and headed to the creature’s lair in The East.
Simon had a fair walk before he could find and take on this awful malaise
and filled his time on the jaunt steeling himself and perfecting his warrior’s gaze,
his journey was uneventful and Simon found he had plenty of time for a think and  a mull,
that was until sauntering just in front of him he spied someone beautiful;
just on the path yonder he could see a women with stupendous colour in her hair
and she moved with gorgeous splendour through the air,
Simon shouted, “excuse me, hi, how’s it going?
you have an aura of magnificence and you I wish to be knowing!”
The hot woman replied, “hello, my name’s Hazel, thank you for your nice say,
perhaps you could walk with me if you’re going my way!”
Simon returned with, “yeah that would be grand but the way I’m going is gonna be fraught with danger
as I’m about to take on a monster that wants to take children from their mangers!”
Hazel said, “oh that’s where I’m headed too, I’m a witch don’t you know,
and with my magick power I’m going to make this monster wish his face he did not show!”
Simon riposted with, “wow it’s awesome that we are both singing from the same hymn sheet
maybe we should join forces to ensure this monster is truly knocked off his feet!”
Hazel said, “yep that sounds ace to me!”
and off they both did go feeling full of glee!
And as Simon and Hazel talked there was more then just hero talk that did abound
they both felt a surge of lust that swirled all around,
so within one hour of meeting they were ******* in a field,
to the pleasures of each other’s flesh they did easily yield,
there was a strong connection that leaped through bodies
and they both knew right then they would have to make knowing each other one of their hobbies!
Due to their powerful union the monster was easily gone,
Simon and Hazels joint strength got rid of the beast with aplomb,
after the simple fight they felt a wonderful bliss
and sealed their fantastic win with a passionate kiss.
They arrived back at the town and told the folk their worries were over
and that everyone could play without scare  in meadows of four leaf clover,
the town’s people said “thank you, from now on June the 7th will be know as Hazel and Simon day!”
S and H hand in hand replied, “that’s funny that’s just what we were about to say!”
Us
Simon Soane Apr 2016
Us
In our held hands
the hot sun
and wet rain
the same;
not noticed the bloom
in another happening
of now.
Us
Simon Soane Nov 2019
Us
Holding our us is like being in a wonderful clearing that knows fantastic talking hearing,

and,

no contemplation of

division,

as every decision is flowing with the see of 20/20 vision;

senses heightened with perfect precision.
Us
Simon Soane Jun 2020
Us
I love you.
Today has been magnificent,
we saw the span of us:
the differences, trials
and
tribulations
but also the love that led to standing at rainy train stations,
waiting to be carried into arms
that with their touch
allow our world to become one present moment of comforting joy,
where all is right,
and
full of bright.
I love you.
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