Hidden eeries of desire echo to angelsongs of love

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Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Talk?

We don't need to talk any more, The TV tells me what I need To think and buy and do, What to wear and love and hate, What makes a saint, a terrorist, a whore; It guides each hope, each thought, each deed So why would I talk to you And risk you making me late For my favourite show? Conversation: I... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, March 8, 2012

Little England

There's a cold wind round the high rise, A bitter scourge that ignores coats To flay the last warmth from the heart And leave of it a shrivelled icy husk. In the car park a Ford sighs, Black breath in a steel throat As rust and petrol are urged to start, Fumes belched into a leaden dusk As forgotten... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, March 7, 2012

A Starting Point

I do not go deep enough To know the words To explain how I feel When I am with you, I can speak of lust and love, Things that you have heard Before, and say "it's real" And maybe that would do, But it can only convey A hint, a fragile shade, Of the passion that burns Within my joyful heart. I do not... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, March 2, 2012

Empty Room

I can be in an empty room With colleagues and friends, Music to hear, films to see And infinite things to do. Bright lights can lift the gloom While music and laughter blends Into happy cacophony But the room remains empty without you. Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, February 27, 2012

Dancers

He danced to the rhythm of her heartbeat, A sensual salsa of desire, Her passion, his persuasion as fervent feet Set the darkness of their dancefloor afire. To the music of his breath, she pirouetted; Her ballet an expression of his need, In the spotlight of his desire was silhouetted The moment... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, February 23, 2012

Dancers

He partnered with desire and with laughter As he tangoed on the edge of consent, Unworried by whatever came after He was ardent and rich with intent; Dancing to the soft song of twilight, He'd lure her with his dazzle of charms, Knowing that life's greatest highlight Was the woman dancing in his... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Your Name

I whisper your name In the silences within And the emptiness is filled With the soft voices of love. I murmur the same Into terror's din And the cacophony is stilled By the sweet silence of love. I softly speak again Where happiness has been And tenderly rebuild The temple of our love. Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Boats

Two boats unmoored On a quiet stream Drift side by side For a span But can't afford To hope or dream That they are tied, They daren't plan When the following dawn Might see one aground, the other gone. Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, February 9, 2012

Running

Running too fast For control, Can't stop or turn Just go straight Down slope. My limits passed And I fall, Next time I'll learn Before it's too late I hope. Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, February 8, 2012

Spring

Eager as a child, Spring rushes into the new year Sprinkling crocus and daffodil Where there should be snow. Vibrant, verdant, wild Flowers clarion "Spring is here, Gone is the season to be still, Bloom and flourish, awaken, grow!" And Winter, not having warmed his seat, Already seems in full... Sign in to see full entry.

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