"jlc" poems
I'd run away with you today
you're the only one I'd run to
I'd disappear with you away
out into the blue
Said you cant take it
anymore just want to
walk right out the door
I'd follow you anywhere
all you have to do is take me
there
I'd run away
I'd run away with you
today
For my JLC I will always run with you
Mar 21, 2013
Mar 21, 2013 at 10:15 PM UTC
Come take me away
In your boat, on the Bay,
Where the moonlight reflections play hide and seek.
You row as I gaze
Through the summer night's haze,
At your eyes that to my beating heart speak.
Slowly we dock
Then we climb up on the rock,
To lose ourselves in worlds of dreams and serenity.
I love you my Peter
Your love becomes sweeter
With each day that breaks new for you and me.
JLC
Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 8:52 PM UTC
My dear darlings! My dreamers!
O flawless ones, a Poetess each
Are you all methinks straightway!
And much do your hearts reach
Mine own, a heart growing wider
And wider with each Poem ye bless
Me with in the night before I find
Rest in words so lovely, that my own
Fail to do justice to what it is I feel
I wish to express in this humble
Thank you! to you all, my darlings...
My dreamers... Each a lovely Poetess.
Mein Liebe zu dir -JLC
Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 3:46 PM UTC
The awaited moment!
An empty beach but for the desire of marrying nature with nature,
unrestricted, unconfined, sure.
Cold water screams, laughter abounds,
the thrill encapsulated by such sounds.
Nature on nature, no separating thing,
Like love on love that has taken wing.
JLC
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 5:34 AM UTC
Mein Schatz, Mein Traumer... O Einwandfrei sie sind! Liebe mich heute, und sehen sie mich bluhen hart wieder und wieder bis in die Nacht schliebt in. Mein Liebe zu dir -JLC
Feb 20, 2016
Feb 20, 2016 at 12:39 AM UTC
Like a book, you can open me up and try to read me. But only one who truly invests in studying my pages can get to the sole purpose of my meaning. The meanings that mold me and create my spirit. Only then can one begin to understand. To all others I am the book that causes you to skim and run your fingers thru the words rather than truly seeing the words for what they are. Depth and explanations. Do not try to read me, you will not understand.
-JLC
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 11:32 PM UTC
In the storm of life, my dear,
we are thrown about.
Many times we pass too near
and so we doubt
what is secure,
to hold for life
we pass, unsure.
Suddenly, we find ourselves adrift, alone,
the ship now gone.
Struggling to reach the shore,
familiar ground,
to fear no more.
The storm is long, the night is cold,
And then, a warm hand grabs hold.
And though too near, we had passed it by,
Its sturdy bow with oars held high,
It was with us all along you see,
For our life boat is your love for me.
JLC
Jan 26, 2017
Jan 26, 2017 at 11:38 AM UTC
A good night kiss,
He asked it so,
A seed of love was planted.
In fertile ground,
Midst passion's night,
Childhood now abandoned.
Let dreams run wild,
Like vines will climb,
The pulse of hearts are beating.
Yet hold your hopes,
T'was just by chance,
This seed, too new, not yielding.
But there it stayed,
A hidden jewel,
This precious seedling waiting.
The night now tender,
But ground still fertile,
Its love flowers unabating.
JLC
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 8:52 PM UTC
A glow of light that I spied from afar,
shimmering and floating on waves like a star.
A flickering light as if weary from strain,
remained steady, only waiting to be found again.
An unlikely explorer, I was lost in a brume
of living a life of roles I'd assumed.
In search of what would give meaning to my whole,
to a life that became untethered to its soul.
My rowing now purposeful, I decided to go
to this light I saw emanating from depths below.
As my eyes met the water through waves and brume,
the light took form, a shape it assumed.
With wonder and joy, I peered over my oar,
it was a heart of gold on the ocean floor!
So solid and pure, this wondrous find,
I dived in to the ocean and now it is mine.
This beautiful heart that lay deep in the clay,
Its light, it gets brighter with each passing day.
For the care and nurturing of this heart of gold
Is the binding that tethers my life to my soul.
JLC
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 5:46 AM UTC
The Long Trek Home
Your sweet lips like fuel,
Applied to my teenage neck,
Reminds me of the long trek,
Back to my remote boarding school.
Your refreshing mannor so kind,
I painted you **** over and over in my teenage mind,
Remember that time and place?
I cherish it more than the immaculate grace.
Thinking of you and that wonderful time and place.
PG
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 9:10 PM UTC
Who would have known
The love it was to be,
That apple picked from the first tree.
So tempting it was
But not for yet.
The fruit will ripen as sun will set
Upon our love
Our love will rise
A brand new day,
The fruit will ripen
Our hearts today.
JLC
Feb 13, 2017
Feb 13, 2017 at 8:18 PM UTC
I knew a boy
once in a dream,
shy and lanky
was all that he seemed.
But what from afar
was known as appeared,
When he approached
All lines disappeared.
For eyes were not the needed tool
as the lines blurred to the words he said.
To know this boy was to listen and feel -
his heart was the chisel to the thoughts in his head!
And the secret that
once in a dream
was learned,
I kept hidden til needed
when then
'twas confirmed.
JLC
Feb 22, 2017
Feb 22, 2017 at 5:32 AM UTC
I must go down to the seas again,
To the arms of my beloved,
His hand to hold upon the knoll,
His sweet smile I do covet.
And all I ask is his voice to hear,
Of stories left unsaid,
The blue of his eyes to touch my heart,
His shoulder to rest my head.
JLC
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 7:11 PM UTC
In that moment on a hill
Your nature was revealed,
For unlike no other
You dared to bother,
To listen, to share
To inquire, to care.
A lonely girl, her emotions bared,
You approached and were not scared
To stand out from the crowd
From the common herd,
To shine your smile and give a kind word.
You who acted and would take a stand
Possesses that quality that defines a man.
For to empathize is no ordinary task
As is to give of yourself without being asked.
Mediocre and ordinary, you cannot say,
About you who would jump into the fray
For a simple gesture or to take up a sword,
With the knowledge that gratitude would be your only reward.
JLC
Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 9:39 PM UTC
Flowers bloom by nature,
They do not choose,
To give to the bee their fruit.
Like my heart,
It's untamed will holds sway,
With deliberate actions left astray.
No reins to hold to guide this will,
Its passions running wild.
Delight in the senses,
Stay fearless my dear,
The path our love will guide.
JLC
Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 8:49 PM UTC