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
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
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
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’
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’
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
When I can afford my return ticket I will be in touch!
Clue – Somewhere in the UK this slice of a building is standing, but what is it called?
2.
Clue – What’s the time Mr Wolf?
3.
Clue – Somewhere where you only see Green?
4.
Clue – It’s not a Ferris Wheel…
5.
Clue (anagram) – Donn Fool Wrote
6.
Clue – Remember the Millennium Bug? (I have written a trilogy based on that – but that’s actually another story)
7.
Clue – its wet under the bridge – what am I?
8.
Clue – can you see a little yellow bird?