FAREWELL NOTE TO EDWARD

 

Beyond our skins

To a place where dreams begin

Though your lips are no more than a kiss away

A future together is besieged with fear, and yet, I ache for you

We are ghost lovers of a time gone by, prisoners sharing insanity

Sometimes, you are simply two cups of tea, one for you and one for me

A melody of musical strings beat quietly and compassionately

There is no other for me – music is the only passion in my life

To clear my confusion of how a good wife should be

I will remember you always, and take you to

A place where dreams began

A war of lust and love

Confusion and turmoil besiege my mind

Though your lips are no more than a kiss away

And your name tastes of desire just like a child wanting cake

For the silence in my eyes can’t confess

If we could go through our days entwined together as lovers’ should

Instead, my chastity is locked away – my repulsion of the ‘act’ haunts me

Makes this time such a lonely place

My love for you is pure

Serene

I love your mind

But lust…!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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FRIGIDITY

ICE MAIDEN

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

Toyboy

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!

HERBS FOR THE SOUL

HERBS FOR THE SOUL

PASSIFLORA INCARNATA

FOR RESTLESS SLEEP

GINSENG BRANDY

A TONIC AND A TREAT

THE BRILLIANT YELLOW OF GORSE CARRY THE STRENGTH OF THE SUN

WE BEGIN TO FEEL THE HOPE THAT COMES WITH SPRING

RENEWED LOVE, AND WHO KNOWS, WEDDING BELLS MAY RING

MIMULUS GUTTATUS

HELPS TO CONQUER OUR KNOWN FEARS

HEALING OUR DEMONS OF MANY HUNDRED YEARS

AVENA SATIVA

SOOTHING AND CALM, TO HELP US THROUGH OUR PHOBIAS AND PAIN

KEEPING US SAFE WHEN NIGHT-TIME FALLS; ALLOWING US REST AND STAYING SANE

HYPERICUM PERFORATUM

RELEASES CONSTRAINT AND SELF DESTRUCTION

NO MORE TO BE DAMNED WITH EVOLUTION

HERBS GLADDEN THE HEART AND MAKES US SING

FEEDS US WITH ETHICS AND INNER ZING

RENEWED FRIENDSHIPS, AND MAYBE, JUST MAYBE…A LOVER WILL PROPOSE

HEAVEN SENT WITH A SPRIG OF WILD ROSE

THIS FLOWER REMEDY IS TAKEN FROM THE DOG ROSE

BEAUTIFULLY GROWN IN AN ABUNDANCE OF HEDGEROWS

CONCOCTION OF HERBS BLENDED WITH TREASURE

OUR LIVES CANNOT POSSIBLY MEASURE

LIFE CAN BE HOPELESS AND SADNESS ENSUES, BUT, REMEMBER THIS

WE ARE THE ONLY ONES WHO CAN ATTAIN OUR OWN INNER BLISS

TAKE CONTROL OF LIFE – GRAB IT WITH BOTH HANDS

THESE ANCIENT HERBS ARE A CONDUIT, A VESSEL FOR CHANGE

GIVE LOVE, EMBRACE LOVE, ONLY TRUE LOVE WILL REIGN…

VALENTINE

Angel Heart 2

 

I watched her face in the February morning mist

She seems quite old, and a little remiss

She fumbled with arthritic hands to open her missive

Who has sent me this she retorted, a little dismissive

Where are my specs she muses with laughter?

If it’s from old Tom Parker, I know what he’s after

What does it say Mum, please do tell

She read it out loud, oh, what the hell

She paused for a moment with a tear in her eye

It’s only from my long lost love – Billy Blythe

You never mentioned him Mum, was he a mate

No, my dear – he was my soul mate

So, what happened, why did he leave?

I married your father it was a better deal

That’s not fair; you went for money, not love

No, no, my dear child,  it wasn’t the case

Your granddad decided, said he would be a more suitable mate

We were young and frivolous, knew nothing about life

So, Billy Blythe married Veronica Rice

We always knew we were right for each other

And one day in our lives we would be together

50 years on after searching the globe

I’ll walk down the aisle wearing a velvet robe

Tender words danced off the page

How are you my friend – I do hope you are fine

My wife, sadly has gone now, but we did have a good time

I have missed you all of my life my sweetheart true

Finally, I am free to be with you

 

 

 

 

 

 

WW1 LOVE LETTER MAY 1918

My Dearest Wilfred,

I have not been prompt in replying to your last missive as there is a shortage of writing paper. Mrs Brookes has kindly loaned me some of her precious Basildon Bond, I have to replace when I can. She was saving the last sheet to write to her beloved son who left for the trenches a week ago. Dad understands my urgent neet to write to you my brave soldier; and has promised that he will try to borrow a sheet, if you know what I mean, from Master Harold’s study when he is doing his daily chores up at the Manor House.

I cannot stop looking at my engagement ring you gave me before you were taken away from me so abruptly. It shines so brightly, it gives me a warm feeling in my bosom knowing how you worked like a Trojan to pay for it. I want you to know my handsome sweetheart that I miss you now and for all eternity. You are the blood that flows through my veins – you are my limbs, you are my eyes, you are my life. I see your strong chiselled face everywhere I go, I see you in the flames of the fire – a silhouette in the dark – in the fluffy white clouds. My love, I see you walking alongside me, you are my shadow. Most of all I feel you in my heart. It’s pining for your tender touch, your loving smile.

My thoughts are with you every minute of the day. I imagine what it must be like in the trenches and the duties bestowed upon you. The fixing of the duckboard, the emptying of the filthy latrines, and cleaning of your rifle. The rat infestation; oh, my darling this is a living hell for you and your comrades. How mundane this must be for you, a chore that is repeated every day.

The ‘Morning Hate’ you told me about in your last correspondence was sickening and the ‘Stand To.’ War is a necessary evil – but, my love, I wish with all my heart that you weren’t part of it.

How is your friend, Arnold, who contracted dysentery, and Arthur, with trench foot? The conditions are akin to the devils curse. I will go to church on Sunday and pray for you and your fellow countrymen to return safely to their families.
Some news from the village. Mrs Gladstone’s son Wilbur got married last week – the whole village came to celebrate. The ladies’ came out wearing their pretty frocks made from old curtains. They had little food, and unfortunately no beer. Mr Gladstone made do with a tankard of Ye Olde Cider from farmer Perkins. The bride looked lovely in a lace dress that belonged to her Grandmother. Mary Lloyd is with child – 6 months gone.

My dear, I hope this news fills you with joy, knowing your kin-folk and compatriots wish you a speedy and safe return.
Before I retire to my bed – I want you to know that I will wait for you forever; if by the grace of God you do not return – I promise I will be with you one day in spirit. May God bless you and bring you home to your future bride.

God speed my brave soldier
Your sweetheart, Jeanette

TRUST

Tender caress in the deep of the night
Feeling secure, and oh so right
Loving thoughts portrayed from the heart
Dependable gestures from one who is smart

Far away places exotic and exciting
Delicate fragrance softly inviting
Holding back desire and temptation
Honestly saving loves foundation

Dovetailed as one is rare to find
A life of searching, completeness of mind
Overflowing with love, desperate to share
Not to forsake love – just being fair

At times in loves life – temptation is sin
Strength and pride comes from within
Body and soul united forever
Leaving this world untouched by others’
Portrays the deepest love, of true lovers…