Despair! Neglect!
What did you expect?
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As the candlelight flickers
I sit and re- read the words
We sent each other
As my shadow dances on the wall
Like a inconsolable spirit
Looking for which way to turn.
As the days get longer, and it gets colder your words warm me by tearing in to my mind and body.
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If I were a songwriter!
I would sing of my love for you,
I would write the words,
to tell you how I feel,
And maybe make this real,
But I am only me
as you can see.
Listen!
Can’t you hear them?
You don’t know what your missing
A birds chirp, a Bees hum.
Listen!
Can’t you hear them?
Children’s laughter hark!
Playing In the park.
Listen!
Can’t you hear them?
A lovers sigh
Never to deny.
Listen!
Can’t you hear them?
Old folk words
Wisdom and life’s tales
Listen!
Can’t you hear me?
Heart crying
Soul flying
Listen!
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Of a woman’s kiss
The softness of her lips
Oh! Heaven, oh! Bliss,
The tenderness of her kiss.
You mature in fine design
Become full bodied in time
Oh to open you like a flower
To drink you, savour
Place my lips on thine
Your body now mine
Take my fill, taste you
Sip on you, enjoy you
I fear you will be at your best
Now I am put to rest
Wooden soldiers
Tall and strong
Guarding woodlands
In rows so long.
Hard and fast
Taller than grass
Grown to last
of old, cut as a mast.
Reaching skyward
Surveying all around
Casting long shadows westward
Towering flora that abound.
New saplings now old
One story they have told
Deep roots make them bold
As branches unfold
Some older than man
Cast deep in the ground
Hid the old clan
Felt the wet nose of a hound.
Lovers lay beneath it’s branches
basking in the sun
Exhausted from their horizontal fun
Beads of sweat, down their bodies run.
Words of love trip off their tongue.
Tall and mighty
Bark textured rough
Their leaves small and flighty
Young children’s shoes did scuff
Catching their dreams
As they climb so high
Of rescuing maidens
From pirates near by.
With bows and not so straight arrows
They grin and they smile
As they aim at a sparrow
and miss by a mile.
From it’s branches they do swing
Hanging by a limb
Lot of noise, not muffled din.
Hot summer, time to swim.
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Kiss me like there is no tomorrow
Kiss me like I’m dying
Kiss me with your beauty
Kiss me with your tenderness
Kiss me with your inner soul
Kiss me like there is no tomorrow.
I was inspired by Robert’s beautiful poem to paint this picture.
“Stood in the corner gathering dust
Steel strings
Pitted with rust…”
Painted in acrylics on canvas board.
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