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soul in torment Oct 2013
The cathedral Windows
have been broken
for
hundreds of years
Stained glass windows in churches are made from pieces of glass not whole panes. Word play
soul in torment Sep 2013
she was more than a lady

she was

all...


woman.
soul in torment Nov 2013
I need
no other scent
but yours

upon
my skin
soul in torment Nov 2013
Unlike Monroe
she never compromised
her heart
for
her art.
In reply to Azaria's poem to me. Her avatar is M.Monroe.
soul in torment Oct 2013
One kiss from you

and I

could

ask no more.
It's impolite to talk with your mouth full even when you have two tongues
soul in torment Sep 2013
How is it

that
my heart

speaks your name

when my lips
cannot

for fear my tongue

betrays me

to other ears but mine own.


WHY.
Sometimes we need to let our hearts speak for us other times not. Based on a conversation with Sassybutsweet about her comments on my refuse to see poem
soul in torment Sep 2013
Wake up I said to Mister Ted
it's time that we arose
So out of bed you sleepy head
and help me chose my clothes

first vest and shirt then summer skirt
now socks no leggings grey
my teeth and hair I brush with care
there now we two can play

Now down the stair with Mister Bear
toward the kitchen door
for cereal or hot oat meal
and cold milk from the store

Eat it all up and drain my cup
Then race to find my shoes
now mister bear which shall I wear
For we've no time to lose

Let's play hop scotch or maybe watch
the ducklings on the pond
Take them some bread or cake instead
the kind of which their fond

then if you like we'll ride my trike
and you can ring the bell
then tyre swing or pogo spring
Or simply rest a spell

You chose the game it's all the same
for I don't mind you see
cause I dont care sweet teddy bear
as long as you're with me
soul in torment Sep 2013
An old tea tray was our Bob sleigh
as we slid to and fro
We'd both fall off in drifts so soft
of fresh white fallen snow

snowmen we made stood on parade
each fallen twig a gun
then watch them fall as each snow ball
was thrown at them for fun

Then me and you built an igloo
and sat in it all day
with cocoa hot that hit the spot
and chased the cold away

On borrowed blades in woodland shades
we skated on the lake
but soon gave in the ice too thin
And thought that it might break

The snow topped trees with frozen leaves
Rained drifts upon our heads
A crystal Ross now all that grows
within the frozen beds

I head mom laugh you need a bath
to thaw your frozen toes
Now look at you my icy two
In wet through winter clothes

So bath then tea for bear and me
hot soup and fresh made bread
Then up the stair for me and bear
for its now time for bed

Tomorrow though if there's still snow
we'll do it all again
So snuggle tight my friend goodnight
and pray we don't have rain
May need work meant to draft not public
soul in torment Sep 2013
lips

sticky

with warm honey

give the sweetest

of

kisses
Ahem if you understand this poem shame on you go and wash your minds at once lol
soul in torment Nov 2013
Your poetry
spoke to me
when
no one else
would
soul in torment Sep 2013
In every world
there is a
word

plagued

by hell
Word play wor(l)d
soul in torment Sep 2013
What light from yonder window break
that casts such shadows or' my heart
Causing each beat to softly ache
and pain to gently stop... and start

If by that light her figures stand
and blow to me but one pure kiss
from tender lips and out stretched hand
would this poor heart know loves true bliss

Beyond the morn the empty day
that tears the very breath from me
in empty sighs of such dismay
and binds my heart in misery

The afternoon brings no respite
nor ease the tearing at my soul
my only comfort is the night
when by her light I am made whole

By shadow hid and shadow kept
beyond the fall of her hearts light
mine eyes the morning dew hath wept
and drown the stars and moon at night

By tear drops quenched the rising Sun
replaced with these... my burning eyes
that forms the streams and rivers run
soft sung in midnight lullabies

If but this ground could open up
and swallow whole my all and pain
then I would poison from this cup
react his love and die again

For I am not her Romeo
though I would have fair Juliet
and so as night once more I go
May night forgive

and

pray forget.
Let the bard take all due credit
for the pain of love and loss
for was he not the one that said it
tis better to have loved and lost
soul in torment Oct 2013
She lay by me
sweet symmetry
her body fitting mine

her perfect curves
got on my nerves
tracing a perfect line

the arm and knee
So suited me
a mirror of mine own

Her lips her eyes
her silken thighs
would not leave mine alone

Her touch her feel
her ice cold heel
sent shivers down my spine

but done and said
She's in my head
and in this heart of mine
soul in torment Aug 2013
Like a broken watch
you lay there...

your unpainted face

slightly obscured
by two small

unmoving

hands,

and yet my love
this
is the time
I long for

for whom needs sleep
when such visions
of beauty

are freely found beyond

such dreams
as
twilight brings

so sweet be thy rest
as I upon bended
arm

watch on.
soul in torment Oct 2013
She

may not

be

a lady

but ..

she's all

woman
soul in torment Sep 2013
The moon she flies
through star lit skies
her journey never done

she seeks the love
of one above
with whom her race is run

Her pale eyes
weep lullabyes
to lover's watching on

and her heart grieves
for she believes
she'll never meet her one

For he is day and she is night
where she is dark he's always light
and so these starcrossed lover's form
the seasons change the tides the storm

Until one day when without warning
night brought face to face with morning
two skies made one by an eclipse
meeting of world, meeting of lips


So moon she flies
through summer skies
the sun touches the stars

and love at last
her arrows cast
and healed these lover's scars.
soul in torment Nov 2013
I hope
I am on
these relaxation
tablets

forever
more.
I use a kindle fire and a Samsung tab 2 for my writing which helps relax my troubled mind
soul in torment Oct 2013
I am leather


Tanned...

beneath your

well skilled hands.
Tanning is the process of turning animal skin to leather or beating someone across the bottom ^^ I love double meanings
soul in torment Oct 2013
Ted packed his trunk with all the junk
he said he didn't need
cars with three wheels and orange peels
and books he didn't read

He threw away his moulding clay
his bucket and his *****
some holey socks and building blocks
and games he never played

One spider fake a rubber snake
A plane with just one wing
Two wind up frogs with broken cogs
A yo-yo with no string

An old remote a bath time boat
a bat without a ball
four marbles chipped three comics ripped
he threw away them all

A piece of chalk a bottle cork
some old unwanted cans
a dinosaur without its roar
and paint stained plastic pans

Some old cds and dvds
too scratched to ever play
a submarine some jumping beans
he threw them all away

Without a sound the lid closed down
and locked the ******* in
then daddy said I'll take that Ted
and put it in the bin

Spring cleaning ends as two good friends
sit down to toasted bread
More room to play I heard him say
as we climbed into bed

The clever bear without a care
closed his one eye and snored
I did the same and dreamed of games
that we had yet in-store
soul in torment Oct 2013
Our morning spent making a tent
across the washing line
a sheet mum said not fit for bed
but as a tent it's fine

We used some sticks and old house bricks
to weigh the corners down
and neath our feet a thick ground sheet
made from a towel.. Brown

We fetched a lamp we used at camp
and hung it good and high
then snacked on chips and smacked our lips
and thought our throats are dry

Moms lemonade drank as we played
and pictures coloured in
a jigsaw done eating a bun
we raced to see who'd win

no fair I said to Mr Ted
as he played with my cars
That bun you ate was off my plate
So I am eating yours

He said ok now what to play
there's plenty here to do
Pick any game just say the name
and I'll play it with you

Played tic tac toe and domino
Hangman and solitaire
I won a few and lost some too
to my friend mister bear

We played for hours through Sun and showers
until mom came and said
tidy up neat the toys and sheet
it's dinner time then bed

ok I said please help me Ted
to put these things away
for its been fun but now we're done
and no more time to play

Tomorrow though you never know
we may play tents again
or pirates be sailing the sea
upon the Spanish main

But until then my little men
let's have you in your bed
sweet dreams sleep tight rest well this night
Both you and  mister Ted
soul in torment Oct 2013
Oh shall we play space men today
and build a rocket Ted
we need two suits some gloves and boots
and helmets for our head

A packing crate stood tall and straight
dad's funnel placed on top
three books so thin each one a fin
and Mommies broken mop

A beanbag chair we two can share
and buttons we can push
some sandwiches and light switches
and cans of Orange crush

Some dials and springs and other things
we found in daddies shed
now that looks neat so take a seat
and start the countdown Ted

We watched the stars that once so far
where now within our grip
Count ten to one ignition on
Blast off in rocket ship

The silver moon would greet us soon
as upward we both sped
through clouds of white to black of night
just me and mister Ted

The rocket turned as thrusters burned
as we altered our course
for here you see the gravity
Had very little force

We journeyed forth toward the north
by meteor and star
as comets whizzed and pinged and fizzed
and flew both near and far

We passed the plough and saw a cow
jump clean over the moon
then stations manned prepared to land
beside a giant dune

Beneath our feet a silver sheet
of fallen stars and sand
and as we two took in the view
Ted held me by the hand

The solar breeze blew round our knees
and tickled as it passed
time now to go yes Ted I know
this day has gone so fast

seated inside we watched the tide
So slowly ebb and flow
then 10 to 1 zero and gone
we raced the mornings glow

home safe and sound we kissed the ground
and ran in for our tea
I turned to Ted and softly said
the moon just winked at me

What shall we be next time said he
cowboys or maybe kings
I do not know I whispered low
let's see what morning brings
soul in torment Dec 2013
She lay there
naked...

covered in blood...

crying...



Love me.
To my grand daughter due any time soon.
soul in torment Oct 2013
I opened my present

to find

We

had...


no future.
soul in torment Nov 2013
Night
unlocks my dreams
releasing me
from
my waking bonds.
soul in torment Nov 2013
She offered me her lips
but I
just had to
decline

as I knew they wouldn't suit me
So I choose
to stick
with mine
Kiss off is refusing it's slang
soul in torment Sep 2013
By flowing brook by journeys end
where days were merely hours
and all the world was ours on lend
from forest fern and flowers

By northern wind by gentle breeze
when laughter filled our days
when knees were scraped in ancient trees
and washed by ocean sprays

By Grace of God and weather fine
we'd while away our lives
on country walks through oak and pine
and carve our names with knives

By friendship bound and promise made
we swore we would return
to visit here where once we played
by forest flower and fern

By decades spent and seasons run
by weathered tree we stood
and as before such tales we spun
about our childhood
After reading Martin and Victoria's latest poems this came to me
soul in torment Oct 2013
They fought in wars for king and cause
and held their heads with pride
they had no gun yet faced the ***
and without fear they died
To all those highland soldiers that were the pride of their battalion and of their country
soul in torment Oct 2013
She makes her own music
to shakes
her
tail-feathers...

to
soul in torment Nov 2013
A little
salt

makes everything
taste better

especially


your kiss.
soul in torment Dec 2013
What cannot speak can never lie...

therefore my love

whenever
I ask

do you love me

answer me
always

with

a kiss
soul in torment Aug 2013
By weathered tree  the lover stood
and carved his lover's name
and with same knife he spilt his blood
the night she never came

By weathered tree the lover cried
and broke her gentle heart
for love he'd  lived and love he'd  died
for fate kept them apart

By weathered tree two lovers lay
within a floral bed
and it is said up to this day
the heart he carved once bled

By weathered tree were lover's wend
to promise each their hearts
for once where love was thought to end
in fact was where love starts.
soul in torment Nov 2013
Cocooned heart
emerges
as silken butterfly

awoken

by

your kiss
soul in torment Oct 2013
Let not each unkind word I ever spoke
drive you ... further from my arms

let not each plate and promise broke
make a fist ... of open palms

Let not the fact you love me so
make you think.. you have to stay

let not the past mistakes be repeated ... go
just leave me...  just ignore the things.. I say

I'm sorry.... not

I'll change.. nothing

I love you... being afraid.


Just leave your ring ... beside my whiskey glass

and like my tears....


Run.
soul in torment Sep 2013
She said ...

she would never lie to me





she lied.
Lie to me = spooning lying together
soul in torment Oct 2013
I wrote...


I love you forever

within

the moonlit

sands
Sleep in the corner of ones eyes is often referred to as sand
soul in torment Nov 2013
I'm when you subconsciously push your hair over your ear
I'm when you smile on public transport while strangers stare
I'm when you snuggle that cushion close watching tv alone
I'm when you fancy Chinese food yet order pizza again
I'm when you find you can't sleep yet dream happily
I'm when you long for something but cannot decide what
I'm when and what and where and I'm words
soul in torment Nov 2013
Call Grissam
I think
she left her
DNA
upon me
Trace is evidence left behind and Grissam is from the CSI tv show
soul in torment Oct 2013
I became an ***** donor
long before

I gave

my heart away
soul in torment Dec 2013
y
o
u
took
away
my tears
replacing
them with
your
own.
soul in torment Oct 2013
you are the smoke that fills my lungs
and draws from me such wretched cough
That lingers on my mouth and tongue
in simulated kisses soft

You are the stain on fingers clenched
that clutch at strands of wisp-ered prayers
who's presence from my grasp is wrenched
and from my lips my sorrow tears

You are the stubbed out cigarette
that burned away to nought but ash
and neath my boot the end was met
a love you freely turned to trash
soul in torment Nov 2013
Mysterious packages...

discarded

in litter bins

unsigned for

and

undelivered
I was there for the Warrington bombings in England when the IRA planted bombs in street litter bins the police evacuated the shops and had us standing in the street luckily for me I thought stick it I'm going home I was a street away when they went off Google ithttp://m.youtube.com/watch?v=vML8VELLU-w
soul in torment Nov 2013
Her hair fanned

the flames
of
passion

fruit
and
coconut
Nothing like wet freshly washed hair to add to a woman's allure
soul in torment Feb 2014
When absent...

weep not for me

for
I am with you always

I am
the breeze

that gently moves your hair
to view the laughter
In your
eyes

I am the gentleness
of rain

caressing your cheek
and slowly tickling your neck
Just
to see you
smile

I
am the warmth
of morning sunlight
and
the cool kiss of evening
that leads you softly
to thy bed

I am
the familiar embrace of sheets
and
comfort of pillow

I am ... each and every... dream

I am every waking moment

I am everything and nothing
that causes you


to pause


and think of me

So
when I am absent ...

weep not for me
my love

for...

I am always ...

with you.
Happy St Valentine's
soul in torment Sep 2013
Seven words
too many

to tell you..


I love you
soul in torment Aug 2013
If you can't see beyond the scars...



leave my space.
soul in torment Dec 2013
You stole my heart
with a kiss
So
freely given
soul in torment Nov 2013
He passed by in the mirror
and never
recognised
me
Depression makes strangers of us all even to ourselves.
soul in torment Nov 2013
Even atheists
can see the beauty
of
speaking in
tongues.
Anyone used to my work will understand this.
soul in torment Sep 2013
in Scotland fair you must beware
the weathered moor at night
For it is said a thing of dread
hunts neath it's pale moon light

It's small and stout and loves to shout
and scare the tiny mice
It kicks the trees to wake the bees
because it is not nice

it runs amok through herd and flock
and makes the chickens fly
Then opens gates and shakes lose slates
and takes pigs from the sty

It up roots crops and spills the hops
and dances in the flour
Though rarely seen its really mean
and turns the fresh milk sour

It squashes flat each butter pat
and mixers wheat with grain
then ups and screams to spoil your dreams
and runs away again

The Haggis see is wild and free
and likes to cause such fun
Breaks traps and snares and frees the hares
and helps them to their run

The hunting hound that sniffs the ground
Will never find his scent
because he sweats sweet Vi-o-lets
to cover where he went

The Heathered moor and rains that pour
wash away his tracks
and he's not scared he is prepared
for haggis run in packs

With teeth and claws and snapping jaws
they are a sight to see
So think before you seek that moor
where they run wild and free
soul in torment Oct 2013
Why wait

until forever

when

we have ...


here and now
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