His burning desire to de-flower his new bride
Longing like a lost name
Thrust aside your disgust my chosen one
Allow this male domain exploding with testosterone into the warmth
Of your empty vessel
Enflamed passion is bursting like Dante’s hell
That no tongue has learnt to tell
Cast aside your fear my love, I will be as gentle as a Mother’s love
Jurassic pebbles large or small
Will keep our secret to eternity
Just like the moon and stars – they will not tell either
Be free to explore our nakedness and wild desire
The promise you made was to love me, not just from your head and heart
Your body, so beautiful, nubile and pure
Will melt our love into a silent pool of passion
Dovetailed, we will go on through the universe, not riddled with the smell of fear or calamity
But, my love, we will dance like new budding flowers
The colour of true love and joy
She gathers up the washing in her trembling hands
Fingering her children’s dirty clothes
Oblivious to her own madness, in her confusion, she stands
Make some tea, or maybe butter a scone
Her good life is a mystery; she has no recall
Today her emotions and sense of ‘being’ have long since gone
Lionel watches his stricken wife – as she dances across the floor
Perhaps a day of clarity, rare, but, a possibility
They used to waltz together, sometimes very slow
Expected to grow old into their dotage
Aah…sweet memories seems such a long time ago
Her offspring are in denial of her delicate state
Protecting her for always from a terrible fate
LIES WITH HONESTY
CONTRADICTORY I KNOW
THERE IS A CONSCIENCE DEEP INSIDE
DOESN’T HAVE TO DIVULGE THESE LIES
BUT, HAS TO BE HONEST FOR THE GOOD OF LOVE AND LONGING
SECRETS ARE A CURSE – THEY CONSUME, AND CLOUD JUDGEMENT
LIES CATCH YOU OUT
IS A LIE A RITE OF PASSAGE OR, A RITE OF HUMILITY AND LOSS?
WHITE LIES ARE SMALL AND INSIGNIFICANT
BUT, ARE THEY? THEY BECOME ENTANGLED WITH FEAR, AND ULTIMATELY
THEY MORPH INTO A GREAT BIG BLACK LIE
WORD OF WARNING
ALWAYS LIE WITH HONESTY…
Will he notice my double chin?
I haven’t told him my age oh what a sin
Will he check my passport for my date of birth?
Or, shall I tell him regardless of age I have some worth
My grey hair may give me away
No time to dye it – what will he say
My saggy bum has fallen beyond repair
Oh Sod it if he doesn’t like it he can go elsewhere
We met some time back and got on well
He didn’t ask my age, that’s pretty swell
I defy science with my looks I am told
If only he knew I’m really very old
Wrinkles are showing in the morning light
If he stays over he will get such a fright
My hands are a give- away Oh the ravages of time
They resemble a train track I’m sure they’re not mine
Our date tonight is exciting and scary
I’m just in the fridge making a Bloody Mary
I’m drunk now and feeling quite woozy
Maybe I’ll invite him into my Jacuzzi
He’s here now I have to go
I’ll try to take things very slow
If he heads for the hills when he knows our age is no match
His loss, as I am a very good catch!
I recall that very first meeting, it was called the Ink Well Club.
I’d finished work at five fifteen, showered and had some grub.
Having written down some poetry to share with my new mates,
I parked the car at Betchworth hall and strolled in through the gates.
I’d not been sat down long you know, when the sky turned very black,
A UFO had landed and they were coming round the back.
We have to lock the door quick, now where’s those bloody keys?
Carolynn’s searching for them, in her bag….she’s on her knees.
‘I’m sure I put them in here, I’m certain, well I think,
I heard them all a-jangling against my kitchen sink.’
The Aliens are coming in, where the hell we gonna hide?
I know, in the handbag, it’s a tardis get inside.
So there we hid for what seemed like hours, we hardly drew a breath,
Aliens with their laser guns………it seemed like certain death.
But thank God for your handbag, it hid us all with ease,
Saved us from their clutches………….and we’ve found the bunch of keys !! •○●□■◇◆♧♣★☆→←↓↑◀▶▼▲º•○●□■◇◆♧♣★☆→←↓↑◀▶▼▲º•○●□■◇◆◆
A life time has passed since I last saw your face
Your beauty and strength still haunt me
I wonder where you are today – flying high somewhere in this great universe
I carry your broken heart in my pocket, next to mine
The pain I caused is alien now
If I could travel back in time and mend our shattered dreams…I would
Your pride is immeasurable – too big to forgive. And yet, I am just a whisper away
Why did I leave a comfy chair for a rickety old box?
I have no answer; just regret
Do you recall my love, our life-time pact?
I hear your mellow voice telling me you will be with me in spirit always
We dovetailed like a baby in a mother’s womb; inseparable
Were you blessed with deep love again…did she touch your Soul?
Did she make you laugh; did she do that silly Charlie Chaplin walk; did she?
Today, I long for your love again; just like Dante’s dream
I am without your love, but love knows no laws
This confession may never reach you
The possibility of reconciliation gives me a glimpse of heaven
The impossibility, Dante’s hell…