Poem for Saturday

Because it’s a poem. And it’s Saturday.

He shatters, violent, lascerated

crystal shards and tears

and love once wild and celebrated

withered, froze in winters depth

and counts lost wasted years

.

And lost he wanders aching,

broken, without port or land

in sight and hope seems taken

until there bright on horizon

‘gainst the tempest she does stand

.

She takes his pieces, safe, collected

fingers, bloodied, red and torn

he wonders lost but not neglected

and battered by the fury dark

He waits at break of morn’

.

Land firm beneath his feet he feels

her sun upon his skin

find home and hearth, hears church bells peel

there warmed, and safe, another chance

a new chance to begin

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

You

Yesterdays, forever and now…

Like golden first rays of sunrise you bleed across my room

seeping into my pores as I stir

and clouding my mind

you carry me away.

.

Restless, my lungs fill with your presence

and eyes flutter as I breathe you in,

transported to times long past as

laughter breaks the silence

.

Sweet whispered promises float through my mind

carried by the warming winds of memory.

And there before my eyes you stand,

until I wake and you leave again.


 

 

You know, I wanted that one to be so much more and when I started it I thought I knew where I wanted it to go but I was on a call whilst I was doing it with the finance team discussing some financial modelling they wanted doing and it kinda just ruined my vibe.  It’s hard to wax lyrical whilst you comtemplate the time saving opportunities offered by the IBM Cognos TM1 modelling tools.

Next time I think I will just do it during my lunch instead.  Never have been very good at multitasking…

 

When alone

A little thursday something that seems a bit too rhymey

 

Accidental caress

Ignites sweetest desire

Beyond logic and reason

consumed by a fire

 

Most forbidden and wanton

I hunger and crave

Find me shackled and reckless

Temptations  dark slave

 

My eyes closed how I need,

want and wish, yearn and lust

I give into temptation

And the thoughts I can’t trust

 

In the dark, no regrets

Repercussions are nought

I am free to enjoy

everything , deep in thought

Always

Across time and space love persists

Evermore through time elapsed

my every minute, future, past

today, tomorrow, we will last

as time drifts slowly by

 

Each moment bliss, kiss lingers sweet

Blah blah blah blah big plates of meat

my sausage is a saucy treat

come taste my special sauce….


Oh come on I have written so much of this stuff this week I was bound to crack at some point wasn’t I.  I just dont think Im that deep to sustain such a run.

Feel free to finish that second verse any way you like.  I’m pretty sure you can do a better job than me.

🙂

Roll up roll up get your steaming hot love limericks

A tale of love in the middle ages

This week your WordPress feed with be filled with the theme of love, and through my limericks and haiku I will attempt to fill you with some of mine.  

 

Once a fellow quite fond of romance

took a buxom young girl to a dance

he was charming and sweet

swept her right off her feet

all a plan to get into her pants

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

photo courtesy of me

Love you haiku 18 February

A piece where I mention turkey wattle in an inappropriate way

As a balance to the inevitable  avalanche of love and tenderness spewing into your WordPress feed this week I bring you these.

 

Heart beating, mouth dry

knotted stomach, hands trembling

Love?  Food poisoning?

Roll up roll up get your steaming hot love limericks

A tale of love in the middle ages

This week your WordPress feed with be filled with the theme of love, and through my limericks and haiku I will attempt to fill you with some of mine.  

 

A sweet maid gave her heart to her fella

but alas she was ripe he could smell her

from her feet to her pits

tits and girl naughty bits

but was desperate so chose not to tell her

 

 

 

 

 

 

photo courtesy of me

Love you haiku 17 February

A piece where I mention turkey wattle in an inappropriate way

As a balance to the inevitable  avalanche of love and tenderness spewing into your WordPress feed this week I bring you these.

 

 

Tender caresses

Kisses planted in the dark

Grunts, rolls over, snores

Roll up roll up get your steaming hot love limericks

Dirty dirty dirty

This week your WordPress feed with be filled with the theme of love, and through my limericks and haiku I will attempt to fill you with some of mine.  

 

A comely barmaid from Mauritius

proclaimed “Semen is oh so delicious

and so good for my skin

and it keeps me quite thin

full of protein and very nutritious.”

 

photo courtesy of me

Roll up roll up get your steaming hot love limericks

Men…really.

This week your WordPress feed with be filled with the theme of love, and through my limericks and haiku I will attempt to fill you with some of mine.  

 

Chap I know met a lass from Djibouti

Eyes like sapphires and lips red like rubies

said he so loved her mind

but quite adored her behind

and was rather obsessed with her boobies

 

 

photo courtesy of me

Roll up roll up get your steaming hot love limericks

Chances are they will be inappropriate. In fact it is almost certain.

This week your WordPress feed with be filled with the theme of love, and through my limericks and haiku I will attempt to fill you with some of mine.  

Loves young dream at the alter they stand

the wedding she wanted, quite grand

three hours later all tears

full of champagne and beers

bridesmaid caught with his knob in her hand

 

 


photo courtesy of me