Spend Summer With Me

Spend Summer with me…
frolicking like dolphins in the shallows
soccer playing with the ripples
up-splashing crystal spheres
sun-rays splinter with rainbows
leaping and diving
nudging and sliding
slippery torsos
tentacling tight
into the night
Spend Summer with me…
we’ll hand in hand
and arm in arm
hot-foot the sand
cold-toe the sea
quick-stalk the jungle jasmine walk
tap-laugh the paved cliff ferry path
slowly &
sinuously
snake & sword
Spend Summer with me…
yin-yang bowling [...]

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Valentine Poems

Love poems to print off for Valentines Day
LOVE OF A HUSBAND *
To my dear and loving husband by Anne Bradstreet

ROMANTIC LOVE *
How do I love thee? by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

WONDROUS LOVE *
I carry your heart with me by ee cummings
DEEP LOVE *
My luve’s like a red, red [...]

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….NEVER THOUGHT IT WOULD BE YOU…

It is you,
you who I love
with a heart straining to please
unsure of myself, caring too much
to pretend it doesn’t matter and
helpless as an infant in my need.
Oh, but I love you,
will love you
through days after nights
while your smile remains gentle
and your touch so firm.
Then when the storms in your eyes
threaten darkly to break, I will
defend [...]

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DIRE STRAITS

Y’know, for all of several years now
I’ve kept the hope kindled
that some dire straits
would present themselves for me
to rescue you from.
The reality is of course very different.
You’re not even aware of the
dire straits you abandon me to
everytime you say goodbye.
Love isn’t always deaf and blind.
Every insult subtle or blatant
flew its arrow path targeting a
list of [...]

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NEWBORN

You were different to the others,
you looked me in the eye and nodded.
You didn’t look away from the wounds
only touched them with your eyes and stayed.
You asked me questions that should not be asked
and when I would not answer, asked again
in different words until I asked you to go
but you came back and cooked for [...]

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I THINK OF YOU ALL THE TIME

People talk about me behind my back
I can hear them whisper and their eyes attack.
Most of the time I don’t really care.
I act like me but I’m not really there.
There are moments late at night
when all the thoughts come right.
I know just what is wrong
and I long to talk to someone, then
I think of you.
I [...]

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CONTRAST

The one for whom I write does not read.
The one that I would speak with is silent.
I would understand but he prefers mystery.
I would trust but suspicion surfaces.
I long to share the little joys of life with him
But the big ones are eating away at him.
If I turn away then he turns towards.
If I respond [...]

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BETRAYAL.

He’d gone long before I left the house
and swallowed my decoy story
like a spoonful of honey; didn’t have
a clue about its potential for bitterness.
I took a long hot shower and smoothed
my skin to silk. I washed my hair till it
shone and wore soft flowing fabric and perfume.
At the quay I bought bread and cheese and [...]

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WHAT IS ENOUGH ?

I gave you my best smiles and my bearest hugs
I bought the tastiest yoghurt and the most
expensive chocolates
I turned you on all the time
I woke you up to listen to the church bells
on Sunday morning
I let you talk as much as you liked
I kept you up to watch the dawn and wrote
you poems that didn’t [...]

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Are You My Love?

Are you my love ?
Are you my only one
After all the others have gone?
Will it last this time?
Can I trust and believe in this?
Are you my love?
I can tell you how I feel when you touch me –
Preciously cherished and valuable.
I can tell you how I feel when I touch you –
Radiantly warm and desirable.
Oh [...]

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A kiss blown off course

Gazing down at him from my window
as he wanders around the garden
playing with the white cat, casting
furtive glances all around until finally
he glances up at me with a loving smile.
Caught in a corner, leaning my cheek
against the wall, I would happily
sit there and watch him all day
while the world meanders past tugging
at my attention sometimes [...]

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For love of a rose

She no longer weeps on the mornings after
the scent wraps its shawl round her shoulders and throat.
The scent of dark roses he sends to console her
for each of the evenings he’s touched someone else.
Gladly she gathers them from ribbon and cellophane
bare fingered clutching their sharp thorned stems.
Buries her face in their red velvet petals
so soft [...]

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