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With care, she wrote his name upon the sand,
But came the sea and washed it all away,
All Poets are Mad
Robert Burton
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~¤~Imagination~¤~
(After Tennyson)
Just sleep my crimson petal through the night,
Breezes blow mists across the palace stream,
For as you turn, damp eyed amidst a dream,
I will be there to hold you, calm your flight.
Though all the palace walks are grey at dawn,
The grasses in the gardens green and bare,
I would your nightly revels sometimes share,
And take you in my arms until the morn.
My fingers would your petalled rose unfold,
Feeling the damp dew seep within your flower,
Seeking the sacred bud within your bower,
To garden your rose bed, slow, firm and bold
Through a cloak of darkness would I touch,
All the sweet bounties of your tender flesh,
And as you wake quite rested and so fresh,
I'll leave you with a kiss and see you blush.
~¤~ Silk Leaves ~¤~
anon
How lovely your attire, in which you twirl ;
It makes your every movement seem to sing;
For every season is clothing for you girl,
For autumn ,summer, and the flowery spring.
But beauty stark you strip for me to kiss,
When forth the trailing dress you to me gave,
A sapling birch you are, my winter miss
When those silk leaves are off , I am your slave.
~¤~Don't Think~¤~
anon
That my mind's eye,
is moving with resourceful blindness,
And, as you talk to me,
Your fingertip thoughts,
Are secretly unbuttoning my shirt,
Plucking the downy carpet
Of my chest
As we whisper lustfully,
Our mutual consciousness,
Invisibly strewing garments,
To lavish wanton caresses ,
As we still don't think
Of mutual joy.
~¤~ Shine Alone ~¤~
(After Anon)
And are they your eyes that shine?
Are we alone and here and here alone?
May I come near, may I but touch your mind?
Is Jealousy asleep, and is he gone?
~¤~ Life's a buffet... so eat me! ~¤~
(After Anon)
If you complain my taste is hot,
It's cos I am impure;
For stronger curries scorch you not,
Their spices you endure.
Love like zeal should be divine,
And ardent as the same,
Like stars which in cold weather shine,
or like my curried frame.
~¤~ I used to have a handle on life, but it broke ~¤~
(After Anon)
How lovely your attire, it shows your wit;
It does so well become you,
For every season you have clothes to fit,
For winter ,spring and summer.
No beauty do you miss,
When all your robes are on,
But beauty's self you are,
When all those clothes are gone.
~¤~A Poor Fool's Kiss ~¤~
(After Anon)
Slowly, languidly heads draw near,
A gesture from your eyes is clear,
Your voice so warm, your fervent lip,
The most inviting pink tongue tip,
Within your mouth so moist and bright,
To touch and taste - such a delight;
And there below that rising breast,
That I would fain have just caressed,
Beneath the luster of your eyes,
I view your softness with surprise,
Entranced by the perfume of thy sweet breath
I would crave that 'little death'
But now contented and in true bliss
Will be I with a poor fool's kiss.
~¤~ Stinging Nettles ~¤~
(After Anon)
Tender handed stroke this nettle
and it stings you for your pain,
Grasp it with a tom boy's mettle,
Though you soft as silk remain.
It's the same with common menfolk,
Be fragile, flower or they rebel,
Just be sweet you darling lady,
And the rogues obey you well.
~¤~ Only You ~¤~
(After Thomas Moore - Thee, Thee, Only Thee)
With the cooling sun, before the moonlight rising,
Churlish evening hours find me surmising,
Of you, you, solely you.
As with a coronet, your words are crowned,
And smiles so far, that might retain me,
Unreached before moonlight abounds,
My thought, like some dark plot, is tainted,
By you, by you, by only you.
~¤~ Message to you ~¤~
(After Anon)
I want this message to put a smile on your face.
I want it to remind you that you have been on my mind..
I want it to tell you that I think you're wonderful..
I want it to be a beautiful part of this day.
And I want it to help you remember.
every time you think of it in the days yet to be -.
that this message was sent to you...
just because.you're very special to me.
~¤~ Simple
Sums
~¤~
(After Anon)
Add the heart,
Subtract the reason,
Divide the Ocean, and
Multiply my feelings
Add the nest ,
Subtract the lady,
Divide my concentration, and
Multiply my desire
Add the bed
Subtract the clothes
Divide the legs, and
Multiply our lust.
~¤~ So White ~¤~
anon
Pearl so white and coloured even,
Companion of the breaking night,
There at the sun's fall in the heavens,
Beloved star, shining so bright.
So fair your gentle beauty burns,
So soft the streaming twilight tear,
So due your silent tread returns,
To chambers readied for you here.
To peace, to pleasure and to love,
Clearer than that most white rose,
Unblushing, shedding all your petals,
Luminescent without those clothes.
Bare yourself, my gorgeous beauty,
Lay you still, enchant my eyes;
Within your soft white folds, so truly,
Will my moans mix with your sighs.
In that haven, sweetly scented,
Where soft curls, cover your mound,
I will press that flower enchanted
And spur my member midst your down.
Easing slowly in your harbour,
Part coral reef with purple dome,
Lead, nightingale in the arbour,
This pilgrim to your warm home.
Thrust, into this tighter hollow,
Ease my passage with your dew,
Rest my puissance in your furrow,
Kiss your cheek of whitest hue.
Riding harder - a wind tossed tempest,
Your silken tresses blondly flow,
Falls my burning body, temptress,
Fills your warm well with heated snow.
~¤~ Writing on the Sand ~¤~
After Edmund Spenser
With care, she wrote his name upon the sand,
But came the sea and washed it all away,
Again she wrote it with a second hand,
But came the surf and made her pains its prey.
Hands, cried the winds, here in vain encode,
A living being, so to immortalize;
For you yourself shall like to this erode,
And names will be thus wiped away as lies.
Not so, you said, a baser thing devises,
To go in dust, but I shan't be subdued,
Virtues pure his word eternalises,
Our love shall shine as you my life renew.
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~¤~ A friend is never chosen ~¤~
anon
It is the attraction of a thousand nameless qualities,
a charm in the expression of the countenance,
even in voice or manner,
a similarity of circumstances ,
these are the things that begin attachment.
~¤~ Left to chance ~¤~
anon
Our lives are so much better left to chance,
I could have missed the anguish and the pain;
But I’d have had to miss that final dance,
When holding you, I held a moment's gain.
The memory of the dance that night we shared,
Beneath the glowing stars high up above;
For a moment all the world was clearly right,
How could I know the future, dearest love.
How could I tell that you would say goodbye,
And now I am so glad I didn’t know;
The way it would all end in bitter lies,
The way it had to finish and to go.
For a moment was I not the king, my dear,
But if I’d only known how kings can fall;
Though who's to say that second sight so clear,
Might have changed the pattern of it all.
And now I am so glad I didn’t know,
The way it all would end, this lover's trance;
Lost down winding paths, that cherished glow,
Our lives are so much better left to chance.
~¤~ Breakfast Disdain ~¤~
(After Sir Walter Raleigh)
Burning your breakfast toast, I buttered bread;
No condiments availed me to delight:
The dutch devour ham and cheese instead:
This side of the channel t'would not be right.
The porridge, your sure mistrust, doth carry;
If for mistrust, my stirring do you blame.
Though temperature I alter, it doth not vary,
Sizes may change, but lumps remain the same.
I whisper this, but softly in your ear,
Distrust may soon infect my cafetiere;
Ignoring teaspoons certainly don't endear,
Offered excessive caffeine, you just glare.
If I'm denied, for this, my pancakes maple,
I'll break your boiled egg with my disdain:
With hapless sighs, we disperse from the table,
Respective hungers grumbling in twain.
~¤~ Tarry in ice land ~¤~
After The Shepherdess - Norman Cameron
All day my frosty breath has mingled with yours.
Words strayed
Into your ice cap,
Puffins seeking change of ground.
Polar bears bemused with what they and I found,
Walrus so wondrous, heedlessly I delayed.
Now it is late.
The glaciers home have me full of worry,
The starry marks of your ice land are strange.
How can I take back my words
Over the ice capped range?
Sweet love, show me the igloo,
Where we, tonight, may tarry.
~¤~ Fine Threads ~¤~
(After Matthew Arnold)
Beneath these silken garments, flowing fine,
All that the lover senses -- seems divine,
Moistly, as he imagines, senses reflect,
The air, with breathless moans, her sighs infect,
Such fine threads, round her figure, so sublime.
~¤~ Masterpiece ~¤~
(after Elizabeth Barrett Browning)
A memorised image sublimates a world:
Consequent remembrance thus unfurled,
Recalling the indulgent colours obtained,
Painted resplendent for his soubrette.
Her luxuriant carriage - his landaulet,
Frame adorned with briolettic pearls,
Glistening beneath her chemisette,
Translucent jewels - each drop released,
Dissolved in whispered epithets,
Waves cresting over undersets.
What daub is most wondrous in his world?
Her smile envisioned - the masterpiece.