#1975
Dee sits
opposite
me on the
train going
to our own
secret place
by the sea,
none know us
there, and we
can enjoy
each other’s
company
and not have
to see who
Is watching
us walking
hand in hand.
The darkness
descends out
there as we
go pass places.
We have booked
at the same
cheap hotel
by the sea.
our second
time together,
and the bed
awaits us
and the night
to embrace
and make love.
We sit there
gazing out
the window
of the train
and the look
of the rain
Feb 26, 2025
Feb 26, 2025 at 3:56 AM UTC
Repost:
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For me from my love for our children lala, sassy, coco:
I heat up, I can't cool down
You got me spinning
'Round and 'round
'Round and 'round and 'round it goes
Where it stops nobody knows
Every time you our darling kids call my name "Mom" Angel Mom"
every time I Mom you call
you sweetie pies lalasassicoco " P. a. t. r. k." papa too comes to mind.
Your names up high in the sky" Scarlet Letter " A" is seen A for Angel.. ine.
My rkrdd, heat up like a burning flame
Burning flame full of desire
Kiss me baby, let the fire get higher
Abra abracadabra
I wanna reach out and grab ya
Abra abracadabra
Abracadabra
You make me hot, you make me sigh
You make me laugh, you make me cry
Keep me burning for your love
With the touch of a velvet glove
Abra abracadabra
I wanna reach out and grab ya
Abra abracadabra
Abracadabra
I feel the magic in your caress
I feel magic when I touch your dress
Silk and satin, leather and lace
Black ******* with an angel's face
I see magic in your eyes
I hear the magic in your sighs
Just when I think I'm gonna get away
I hear those words that you always say
Abra abracadabra
I wanna reach out and grab ya
Abra abracadabra
Abracadabra
Every time you call my name
I heat up like a burning flame
Burning flame full of desire
Kiss me baby, let the fire get higher
Yeah, yeah
I heat up, I can't cool down
My situation goes 'round and 'round.
"Here I am, send me an Angel" to lay me down on a greenest grass,
In memory of his velvet canon
caressing my cheek
igniting those forest fires that forever burn
~~
By: Steven Haworth Miller.
Feb 27, 2024
Feb 27, 2024 at 1:41 PM UTC
kiss away my pain
softly please
all i can ask for
is that you don’t hate my dismay
because somehow someway
after yesterday
when you kissed me
i got the rush
that i once felt in the dizzy of our laughter
and this morning it hasn’t gone away
Dec 11, 2020
Dec 11, 2020 at 12:32 PM UTC
Archangel Patpàpa ruddy mine
sigh..
I'll be seeing you.
~~~~~~~~
Our old rddbba song.
In all the old familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces
All day and through
In that small cafe
The park across the way
The children's carousel
The chestnut trees
The wishing well taking in your daily coin twenty years?
true love how not to adore you.
I'll be seeing you darling
In every lovely summer's day
In everything that's light and gay
I'll always think of you that way
I'll find you in the morning sun
And when the night is new
I'll be looking at the moon
But I'll be seeing you
But I'll be seeing you
you "youme, meyou"
my sweetest dearest love.
~~~~~~~
In Hollywood by Billy Holiday
For Karijinbba. 74-95-05/2020. revised 06-16-20
Apr 28, 2020
Apr 28, 2020 at 1:41 PM UTC
You waited for her
at the train station
where she said
she would meet you
it was getting dark
and the street lamps
shone like stars
you thought
she may have
changed her mind
or maybe
her husband
had stopped her
from going
to London
to see a show
and stay the night
with a female friend
but she came
with her overnight bag
dressed in her blue coat
against the evening cold
Didn't think
you were coming
you said
Had to wait until
he believed I was with
a female friend
go into details
about where she lived
and where I met her
lying is not easy
she said
No guess not
you said
and you got train tickets
and boarded the train
and outside the window
came dark cold rain.
Oct 9, 2019
Oct 9, 2019 at 3:48 AM UTC
Is there somebody who can watch you?
I know that this is my job
But recently i can barely manage to take care of myself
I can't be in this house anymore
So i’ll only stop by to do my laundry
I know i'm supposed to love you
And when i'm around you know i’ve got you
Is there somebody who can love you?
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 11:35 PM UTC
Feed me another lie
It's all you ever tell me anyways
Convince me to stay
It's all you know how to do anyways
Put the blame on me
It's the only thing you do anyway
But baby
When they take me away
Make sure to tell me how cool i look
Because everything else has gone wrong
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 11:34 PM UTC
It never mattered how many secrets i uncovered from you
My view of you never changed
Even in a room full of useless teenagers
Too busy laughing among themselves to realize the tv has turned off
or
Under starry skies when you and me shared the secrets of the universe
You’re the only one who could figure my heart out
How was i to know that your concern wasn’t on the romantics?
How was i to know you live more in your head than here?
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 11:33 PM UTC
In your mind there must be a line between what we do
And what counts as cheating
Your mind circles around this
While mine fantasizes about the idea of holding your hand
No matter how close we get
It stops before it fills your definition
But love i think we’ve already done all the wrong we can
Why not go further
She’s got a boyfriend anyways
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 11:32 PM UTC
Hidden in street corners
Dark alleys
Backseats of cars
It’s a shame your parents don’t know what you get up to
You make me smell like chocolate
Which is a flavor i’ve never really admired
And even mixed in with your smoke rings
I still feel the desire to quit
You or it
I don't really care at this point
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 11:32 PM UTC
Your favorite color is green
This has nothing to do with the color of the grass
Or the color of your favorite socks
Instead it wraps itself around your inability to be happy until you’ve spent your money on fake company
Planting seeds in your brain of all the ways your life could be better with
New clothes
New girls
New drinks
Manipulated so heavily that you cannot even consider pulling yourself out of this loop
You’re too focused on all the other things you could get up to
Jan 2, 2019
Jan 2, 2019 at 11:31 PM UTC
As the night nurse
let me into the ward
the noise hit me
like something
from Hell.
He closed the door
behind me
and I wandered
further into the ward.
A group
of the mentally insane
surrounded me
wanting to shake my hand
to touch me
yelling various greetings
as I walk past them
to the nurse's office.
The male nurse
gruffly told them
to shove off
and they disbursed
out of sight.
Got to keep them
in order
he said
gathering his things.
As long as you
are here I can go
he said.
He left and the door
shut behind him.
One by one
the patients came
to the door and stared
and smiled
or grinned weirdly.
I spoke to them
and walked around the ward
one or two followed me
down the passageway
as I walked past dormitories
with unmade beds
and the smell of *****
and bodies.
One of the patients
touched my sleeve
nervously.
We make the beds
he said
me and Gough.
He followed me
back to the ward
muttering news
of this and that
and in his eyes
saw emptiness
and vacant spaces
and sighed seeing
that in many
of their faces.
Sep 4, 2018
Sep 4, 2018 at 5:56 PM UTC
ive seen the world all people same
we love we fear, deprived, insane
absolute mass and no division for the HQ supervision
we are Trialed in side by solicitude at night
blindfolded OF!
superiority of those that are biting in our nose
medicating under-eighteen that appear so differently
and thus don't reap the boredom we are destined to live through
im sorry that I'm different
and I'm sorry that I speak
for the nation of the flowers
all fragile but not weak
Jul 26, 2018
Jul 26, 2018 at 7:33 PM UTC
There is traffic
on the street below
our hotel window.
You are lying
on the bed
naked
and arms spread wide
in invitation.
The is no shade
on the one light
above the double bed
and the curtains
of shabby red
are drawn closed.
I undress slow
and uncertain.
I wonder what
your old man
must be thinking
you at some recital
of piano and violin
then to spend the night
with a friend.
Undressed
I walk to the bed
and climb in
and you draw the covers
over us
and we snuggle down.
The recital was lame
and the pianist
some old dear
had knotted knuckles.
You said nothing
about your old man
nor what he thought
or cared.
You arranged me
into position
and set me off.
There was laughter
from the street below
from drunken revellers
on their way home
or to another bar
or club.
Game set and won
we lay on our backs
hearing nearby
a gentle hum.
May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 9:42 AM UTC
Getting off the train
they walked down
to the cheap hotel.
She gave her name
as was his
a Mr & Mrs Coles.
The woman behind the desk
gave a look of suspicion
but handed them the key.
They climbed the stairs
to the room. A pokey hole
with an adjoining bathroom.
They unpacked their bags
then sat on the double bed.
She bounced up and down.
Should be o.k. she said.
He nodded and smiled.
She got up and drew
the curtains closed
shutting out
afternoon light.
Don't want those people
in the office opposite
gazing in she said.
He began to undress
and so did she.
It seemed odd doing it
in the afternoon.
He could hear the traffic
passing by.
Someone called
from the street.
A dog barked.
They climbed into bed
and snuggled down.
She was a decade or so
older than he and more
knowledgeable
of the ****** game.
He wondered why
the dame downstairs
gazed at him
and the scribbled name.
Apr 4, 2018
Apr 4, 2018 at 11:42 AM UTC
He drew the drab curtains
in that cheap hotel room,
shutting out the street
lamps and nosey people
across the street. Come
to bed, you said, I'm all
ready for you, and he looked
at you laying on the bed
older than he was, yet still
quite young, at least you
were still up for it. You need
to undress, you said, you
aren't shy are you? No, just
getting ready, he said, and
began to take off his jumper
(ex-army), then the blue jeans,
and you lay there expectantly,
hands linked behind your head.
The lady said the bath taps
work opposite, you said, the hot
is cold and the cold is hot.
He was down to his underwear
and stood there gazing at you.
What would your husband say
if he could see us now? he said.
He would say: never thought
you'd find a fool to take you
to bed instead of me, you said.
He slipped off the undewear
and climbed into the bed. You
switched off the light and you
hugged close. Don't worry your
sweet head about him, you said.
But it seemed kind of odd, as if
he was being spied on by God.
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 3:59 PM UTC
Mrs Ford lay on the bed asleep;
Benny had got out of bed in early
dawn light for a **** and smoke.
The street below isn't busy yet;
a few odd early birds off to work
or to catch a train to get there.
Young woman walking at a pace
wonder what her night was like,
whom she slept with
and what they did.
He looked back at the woman
sleeping in the bed, white pillow
embracing her head. Wonder what
her husband would have thought
if he could have seen her last night.
Plenty of life in her old limbs just now.
He never saw her anyhow. Perhaps
he knows he cuckholded and doesn't
care or past caring or doesn't know at all.
She sleeps now all passion spent,
her body tired, unlike me whose body's
full and ready to go like a hot rod wired.
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 3:04 AM UTC
Pounding in my chest
Pounding all around
A thumping, beating noise
Reaches from my shoes
To my heart
To my mouth
Which is connected to hers
As we hear my favorite song
Played by our favorite band
And the cheers for equal love
Are heard above all.
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 10:35 PM UTC
Natanya met me
at the train station.
Evening sky
street lamps
sickly yellow.
I was beginning
to wonder
if she'd show
or if her old man
became awkward
and she couldn't come.
But she came
with an overnight bag
and her hair covered
in a scarf
to keep out
the damp air.
She smiled
when she saw me
didn't think you'd come
she said.
Thought your
old man
might have
caused trouble
I said.
He only asked
where I was going
and I said
to see Peters & Lee
in concert.
Did he ask
who with?
I said.
I told him
I was meeting a friend
she said.
People passed us by
up the stairs
we bought tickets
to London
and got the train.
We sat next
to each other
what if people
see us
who know you
and tell
your old man?
I said.
She smiled
you worry
too much Benny
she said
and kissed me
on the lips.
The train went off
the evening sky
darkening
the lights on the train
showing our
joint reflections
in the windows
of the train.
I was sitting next
to a woman older
than I was
maybe her final fling
or that kind of thing.
Jun 5, 2017
Jun 5, 2017 at 2:29 PM UTC
Perhaps it will
be better next time
Mrs Ford said.
Benny had just got
in the saddle
and shot his load
prematurely.
It happens
she said.
Benny withdrew
going red
and lay beside her
in the big double bed.
Got over excited
Benny said
usually I'm calm
and it takes a while.
Never mind
she said
just relax awhile.
It would take awhile
to reload after all
his pecker wasn't
some automatic
it was more like
an old musket
which took time.
Smoke?
she said.
Ok
he replied.
She offered him
a cigarette
from her pack
and lit it
and lay back.
When I first went
with my husband
he would shoot
his load before
he was onboard
the *****
he never was
much good
she said.
Benny lay there
inhaling the smoke
taking in
the drab curtains
in the cheap
hotel room.
He listened
to her talk
about her life
what it was like
being an idiot's wife.
All the while waiting
for his pecker
to reload and recover.
He pushed away
the thoughts of her
he had of her
being some small
kid's mother.
Mar 31, 2017
Mar 31, 2017 at 3:25 AM UTC
Netanya gazed
out the window,
saw grey morning,
heard pigeons coo.
Benny lay in the bed,
gazed at her backside,
naked, well figured body.
It's all roofs and spires,
she said.
London is,
he said.
Come back to bed,
he wished.
She stared,
arms folded,
******* rested.
The show was good,
she said.
It had been,
he mused,
watching her hair,
dark hair,
unbrushed.
You were all go last night,
she said.
It was masterful,
he mused,
moving eyes down
her body from head to toes.
I did my best,
he replied.
It had been.
Best ever.
She closed the curtains,
shut out London sight,
pigeons still cooed.
Got into bed,
kissed his head,
hugged him close.
My hubby couldn't
manage that,
not now.
Too busy with
the younger girls.
Has them,
know him of old.
Safe with me,
Benny said.
His pecker was up for it,
seemed hungry.
She talked of
her younger days.
The first child,
the father died.
Benny listened on,
his pecker retired,
like gun shot out
after being fired.
Feb 3, 2017
Feb 3, 2017 at 3:43 AM UTC
Natanya and Jack
were going at it
hammer and tongs.
You sat there
in the armchair
trying to be diplomatic
but failing.
Jack ex cop
old boy now
stared at her:
if you weren't a woman
I'd knock you flat
he said.
Ain't scared of you
you old ****
she said
standing over him
in her five foot frame.
You lit up
a cigarette
and said:
we are getting
too fraught
we need to sit
and be silent awhile
and get ourselves
in a meditative mood.
Jack gazed at you:
if you two
want to go
you can
I don't need you.
Right we'll
******* go then
she said.
No wait
you said
sit down Natanya
have a smoke.
She sat down
and lit up
and stared at you
then Jack.
He sat back down
in his chair.
After a few minutes
he said:
did I ever tell you
about the time
in the Smoke
when I was
on traffic duty
when this woman
comes up to me
and says:
I've done a ******
murdered who?
I said
my old man
she says
so I had to take her
to the cop shop
and got her to repeat it.
What happened to her?
Natanya said
releasing a stream of smoke.
Hanged I expect
poor mare
Jack said.
Natanya looked at you
and said:
I came close
to topping
my old man
until you came along
now he can rot.
You smiled.
She did not.
Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 8:01 AM UTC
I placed the Camus book
face down on the canteen table
other nurses sat over the way talking
looking at some magazine
smoke rose from a cigarette
put on the side of an ashtray
I sipped my coffee
and looked down
at the bumf on the back cover
of the book
The Outsider
by Albert Camus
and other black print
I felt an outsider
outside the circle
of behind the back talk
the chitchat of this and that
I thought the mentally ill patients
more desirable company
with their smiles
and odd stares
and drooling mouths
I thought about Natanya
the night before
us at it in the bed
she holding me
about the waist
me looking down at her
at her black hair
her eyes gazing
the bed rocking away
she maybe thinking what
her kids might think
might say
a nurse got up
from the table
and laughed about something
then she went on her way
out the door
the other three sat
and talked about her
probably or more likely
me.
Nov 24, 2016
Nov 24, 2016 at 4:23 AM UTC
Natanya
waves goodbye,
Benny's gone
to his home
after their
overnight
stay in that
cheap London
hotel room.
She walks now
to her home.
Her husband
sitting there
in his own
green armchair
by the fire
thumbing through
a seed book.
He looks up
when she comes
in the room:
how was it?
He asks her
the concert?
She takes off
her black coat,
looks at him:
it was good,
she replies,
she sits down
lights up a
cigarette,
looks at him.
How was your
female friend?
He inquires
good hotel?
It was good,
she replies,
and Tessa
was ok,
Natanya
coolly lies.
What was it
you saw there?
A ballet:
Nutcracker,
she tells him,
thinking of
Benny there
in the bed
next to her
having ******
her 5 times
in the night.
Had dinner?
Hubby says.
Yes we did,
she replies,
her mouth crammed
with her lies.
Oct 22, 2016
Oct 22, 2016 at 4:55 AM UTC
All my favourite songs are tainted by memories of you.
Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 10:16 AM UTC