Poem - Age creeps...

Agitation at a fading dawn, dreams seemingly delayed; forever,
Gone is time in wisdom’s wake; life’s creases dominant, displayed,
Eventually youth surrenders, generations replace; full, another moon,
… Experiences now memories.


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Musings - Mann's response...

I posted earlier in the week that I had purchased a book of poems by Michael Mann. After reading through them I have my favourites already. :)

Here are two verses (from a larger poem) that Michael wrote in a response to an Elizabeth Barrett Browning poem...


How beautiful. :) xx


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Musings - Book within a film...

Do you ever watch a film and they mention another film or a book but then when you hunt for it you can't find? And you end up disappointed?

Well I love Field of Dreams and they state that a certain book had an impact on them...

'The Boat Rocker' by Terence Mann.

Well this week I googled that book and look what I found!!!!


It's a real book of philosophical poems by a man who might not be thee Mann but it's near enough!

Am I a geek to find that really exciting? And an even bigger geek because I bought it? :) xx


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Poem - To have hope...

Hanging, grasping at that budding vestige of a dream coveted true,
Open mind and heart, warmth budding, expectation escalating,
Pessimism drowned in an overflow, promise rising cloaking doubt,
Evanescent, a mere moment yet felt, sensed, emoted,
… springing forth astoundingly.


- Posted on the move...

Poetry- An almost kiss...

My take on the build up to a kiss...

Pounding hearts and none too gentle breaths are gasped,
Amid the heightened meld of sensation and of soaring heat,
Sweetest peak; tantalising, tentative, trembled tips of fingers touch,
Searing, piercing eyes catch and hold, don’t break, can’t break,
Intertwined in all but the physicality of a kiss, a whisper,
Outward a shimmer, a spark crackles forth; inner fires rush and rise,
Now is that moment, momentous, earth-shattering, lust’s consequence,
…mouth encounters mouth.


:) xx

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Poem - My Other Life (A Sonnet)

My other life is my parallel, the road I did not walk,
Yesterday’s decisions, reversed, unmade, unchalked.

Obligatory reasoning, no longer ruled by fate,
The very wishes granted that may turn substandard great.
Here Hope’s revered above caution, strength instead of fear,
Escapism from the spiral from which I can not steer.
Rigid expectations, once daunting no longer passed,

Life being the ultimate journey, one try, one shot; one chance.
In real life I flounder but in either I stand proud,
Fortune favours dreamers and so I speak out loud…
Everything about me, makes me who I am,
... neither life is perfect, neither life is damned.

Poem - To Leave

To Leave

Take up your hand and hold it to my heart;
It beats for you,

Listen to my breathing, shallow, painful;
A soul trembles at your touch,

Look into the blue that’s enraptured by this moment;
My eyes crave every detail,

Move closer and take note our reaction;
I feel that you feel,

Whisper those secrets you can no longer keep;
You love me,

Kiss me and seal your confession and make this real;
For I taste your confusion,

Don’t let go… your hand drops… why is it that you cry;
Please… please don’t say goodbye;

Your words ache, you will love me all your life time;
You can’t stay?

I counter, I will love you all my life time;
But not this, never on this day.

Poem - Fear

Fear; muscles clench and heart stops,
Breath shudders and hands sweat,
Eyes open wide, struck and horror filled,
Life flashes fast and unheeded,
Regrets surface and prayers come to mind.
All that you are, were and will never be...
Fear; the emotive proof,
Mortality; questioned.

Poem - All To Dust

Some surface dust settles daintily, unknowingly,
A grey blanket easily blown,
I write my name with finger single,
Existing at least until the re-covering,
When letters slowly fade,
Unless easily blown and I disappear fast,
A dispersal of myself.

Poem - Broken Reflection

I fill my lungs yet can not breathe
I reach my hand yet can not grasp
I close my eyes yet can not sleep
I see my reflection
Still no hint I am broken

I eat my food yet can not taste
I hear your musings yet can not recall
I touch the world yet can not feel
I know my reflection
Still no hint I am broken

I talk out loud yet can not focus
I blink back tears yet can not stem
I walk away yet can not avoid
I fear my reflection
Still no hint I am broken

I crave life yet can not give it
I act the part yet can not convince
I dream out loud yet can not claim
I show my reflection
Please see I am broken

Poem - Hope Hidden

Daily wakening, sigh, here more once again,
Reach for dreams, fading fast are almost gone,
Ever conscious as day starts, fails prematurely, doomed,
All dark as bottom dwelling, sludge of the heartbroken,
Moved only by an empathic whisper, sssh,
Imagine green, gold, ‘cast thy nighted colour off’,
Noise loud, unclear among the fog of uncertainty,
Grasp hold for only self, inner, can affect...

Overtly out of hidden depths is life, subtle, true,
Upholding all aspirations, guarding heart’s pledge,
Today will be that day, accomplishing.

Leave behind those ills; negativity, doubt, anger,
Open faucets of excited envy,
Upward glancing, an almost prayer, pleading,
Dare to dream out loud, focused, hope withstanding fear.

Poem - Love At First Sight

Look around, don’t focus; too late,
Overwhelmed, halt, stop, axis shifted.
Visions, ghosts; whispers ‘this is it’; life,
Erratic heart, breath, function; calm no more.

All you felt, pales, only this moment,
This time, this person, this momentous glance.

Frozen still yet with fateful vibrations, shiver,
Inability to break eyes, once met are glued.
Realisation this is half; this is your soul,
Sudden, inevitable; heart swells, tentative love glows.
To touch would undo, unravel, tip over,

Somehow resisting, somewhere a pull too great, can’t stop.
Imagination fuelled, over worked as distance is eased,
Graze of skin, electricity; two alone in all existence.
Heed life, take note, take hold, grasp tight; wonder,
Take the deepest of breaths; same again you will never be.

Poem - Absent Saviour

There is strength in him belied by gentle fingertips,
That hint to tender protection,
A feel of forceful ease,
Secure hands grasping mine that never falter.

There is a beauty to him enhanced by pride not governing,
That pale skin translucent betwixt darkness,
A form perfect, conditioned,
Taken breath speared from use at every glancing.

There is a seriousness to him harmonised by twinkled humour,
That ready grin and pearly revelation,
A laugh; husky; skimming flesh,
Trust sparked through balanced saviour.

There is an iniquity to him ruled by graceful dignity,
That anger held sieged by a heart, cold,
A conflict of traits base, undefined,
Never feared for only wonder fuelled.

There is a soul to him veiled by eyes; depth and aged,
That need he has for understanding,
A pleading; make me, adore me,
Strength, beauty, grace all hiding love waiting for claim.

There is a willingness in me for him inflamed by all he be,
That perfection encompassing my heart, warm,
A readiness I feel; let me, here, now,
Then I wake so lost, lonely, wanting… he is gone.

Poem - First Love

I Think I Loved You…

I think I loved you when we met?
When grey met blue and couldn’t look away,
When fingers felt and couldn’t let go,
When a dance got close and time played games.

I think I loved you when you smiled?
You crinkled and you laughed at me,
You sparkled and you hugged me tight,
You looked at all of me and time played games.

I think I loved you when we kissed?
Our lips warm and soft at their greeting,
Our hearts fast and breathing troubled,
Our patience tested and time played games.

I think I loved you when you loved me?
As a life was shared and plans were made,
As future glimmered and shone in place,
As there was dancing, kissing, smiling and time played games.

I think I loved you when you left me?
I watched and waited for you to turn,
You held my heart but you gave it back.
Tears, both and time was still, cruel, cold.

I think I love you when I remember you?
When grey met blue and couldn’t look away,
You sparkled and you hugged me tight,
Our hearts fast and breathing troubled,
As future glimmered but time changed its game.

I think I loved you but I’m over you now.