Out of the blue it seemed
I saw a beautiful girl, or was it a dream
If this is real I cannot wait
Must pluck up courage, ask her out on a date
Plan my attack, plan what to say
Time is short, I only have one day
The time will come, and come soon
I’ll ask her to meet me at Benzaro’s at noon
As the tension began to build,
I couldn’t hold it much longer
Emotions increasing,
Getting ever stronger
There she was as gorgeous as can be
It was only a dream, and i needed a wee!!
What does it mean when the temperature falls?
What does it mean when you are cold?
What does it mean
To the man
In the hall?
Does it mean
He is bold?
What does it
take to find
Heat. What
Does it take
To have flight.
What does it
Take to admit
Defeat. All it
Takes is an
Overt Winters
Night.
To Love, to Leave, to never Forgive
The Taste, the Chase, the Forever to live
My Rock, my Thread, my ultimate Saviour
Your Mine, your Fine, your my only flavour
Eyes transfixed, looking from the top down
Mesmerised as bodies intertwined
His with hers, hers with his
They were only of one mind
An expectant audience drew breath
As her head hurtled towards the dance-floor
A safe pair of arms and hands
Could not deny her aura anymore
Two turns, bodies completely in sync
Her hypnotic sweet odour consumed
For him to never let her go
As though they were the only two people in the room
She slid furtively across his back
He spun on his toes to face
Inches apart, hearts beating
They drew closer, ready for their embrace
Intensely their fingers interlock
Gripped by unbridled emotions
She leaps like a gazelle
It was poetry in motion
The final curtain call arrives
Finely balanced like a bird on a beam
Did time fly palpably so fast?
And was this dance just another dream…
They seek to be seen
Invisibility is their shroud, their cloak
Oh do not our eyes deceive?
The throat of a hand, the hand on the throat?
Who can touch what is not there
Can you mingle in their midst?
The soft of shoe move stealthily minus a jingle
And steals the gifts, by giving gifts to steal
The fight to be recognised goes on and on
Anonymity can reign supreme
Stand up, get noticed, let them see the whites of you eyes
If we can see you, that you can certainly see me
Spiritual holiness does she emit
Patient, comforting forgiveness pours out
Oh how blessed is her radiation that atomises us
Powerful, uncompromising tenacity imbues the mind to turn away from the pit
Righteous discipline, voices quietly, without
Alas, through biblical motherly love we are saved, thus
Take my hand
for all to see,
You do what you want with me
I am now yours
I accept these chores
As I propose to you on one knee…
How do you ask for me?
Or would you do ask for a phone
Right away you would look silly
Accept it, otherwise its now yours to bemoan
Count your blessings i’d advise
Eat humble pie if needs be
Cook it for 20 minutes is to be wise
Apple is my favourite, yes that’s the key
Roll on then, as your present gift oozes heat
Lets be of good cheer, as the man with no name is who you’re about to meet..
A Beautiful Country Day
Enjoyed Freely, Gloriously, Hey?
I Jumped Knowing
Love Moved Nearer, Owing
Patient Quintessential Romance
Starlit Trance
Undone,
Victoriously Won
X-ray
Young Zoogeny
Down town..?
I leave my train at St Pancras
Cruise down the multiple steps up ahead
A little jog, takes care of my energy blast
Luckily I didn’t fall and end up in a hospital bed
Where I arrive and leave…
So I’m on the underground
I feel safe and have no fear
My morning juices abound
Now I realise that everyone else is on here
As I board, eyes avert mine
That’s okay, I shouldn’t really care
Everything is normal, the day will be fine
As the man calls out ‘ next stop Russell Square’
It’s round not square?
The tube lurches forward, then suddenly back
The old couple opposite look tired and worn
As the door ‘slides open’ passengers leave as a pack
The voice throughout echoes ‘ Next Stop is Holborn’
Sounds like a biscuit?
I look at the map above
To see what stop should be next
Covent Garden flew by like a dove
Now Its left me all perplexed
Secrets are kept here…
Ignoring my twilight zone reverie
I stand proud holding on as firm as I dare
I clock two senior ladies looking at me
The time passes rapidly as we’re at Leicester Square
Is Leicester Square? Is the world flat?
They left me with two wry smiles
Nothing wrong in that
Piccadilly Circus was less than a mile
I had the warm glow of a Cheshire Cat
The world get pickled and it becomes a circus…
Entering my transient world from outside they came
A man that resembled Iron Man, or at last Mr Stark
Dodgy shaved beard and moustache that was lame
As the TFL transport arrived at Green Park
The name actually makes sense…parks are usually green…
Motoring towards the my journeys end
I finally sat down like Little Jack Horner
After we left, the tube went around a bend
And ended up at stationed at Hyde Park Corner
A great place to play the all time favourite child’s game of Hyde and seek!
My time on here began to recede
With my mental energy on the wealthy heritage
The years of legacy held within written deeds
Must mean that I’m nearing Knightsbridge
When the realms had their Knights who travelled over the bridge (not Stamford…)
Oh well its the last stop for me
My legs push me up like a leaping toad
Maybe I’ll you tell about what I see
When I return from my end destination; Gloucester Road
End of the Road…
When I can afford my return ticket I will be in touch!
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