Category Archives: Love

Life, Loss, Love

Hole in the Heart

21/07/2014 The Writer of (Invisible) Woes Leave a comment

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Watching you walk away;

In a stunned, shell-shocked hue;

Feeling like you’re leaving me nursing a hole in my heart in the shape of you,

Pain and memory work in concert, to remind me of what you were (or, were not) to me,

It can never be cured by any known medical ailment,

And, I will have to nurse and mind its crippling tendencies 24/7 to end of days,

A lover came and showed you a new way of being,

Now she’s walked away, it was almost like a visceral dream that’s left you longing and bemoaning;

It was good, it was bad, and it was in-between;

But it’s time to start over;

‘Cause, if you can feel anything at all;

You’ve got to get up and keep on;

You ain’t nowhere near the best, so you have to work harder than all the rest;

But, self-pittying means you’ve got more time than you need;

When, rest is for the dead, and you ain’t dead yet;

You’ve got to keep moving ’till you are.

Life, Love

‘Baby’

22/06/2014 The Writer of (Invisible) Woes Leave a comment

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Don’t call me ‘baby’,

I’m your inspiration,

Your guardian, protector, carer and teacher, when you need me to be;

Steering you onto the right course if you veer off,

Your greatest creation;

The best investment you’ll ever have,

I’m your footprint in eternity,

And, your precious legacy;

Until my hour however, I need you to be mine;

And, i’ll come to call you ‘my everything’ in time!

Aged, Life, Loss, Love

Ol’ Nan to Little Pet (Part 2 of 2)

02/03/2014 The Writer of (Invisible) Woes Leave a comment

Forget me not, for I have not forgotten you,

Show me love and compassion, as I had once shown you,

If I could, y’know I would still be useful to you,

As it is, I am trapped in a palace of my own memories,

With a variety of heaven, foreboding and hell – snapshots from a lifetime of diverse experiences -, behind every door;

The barriers of my mind (that could once be trusted to keep my thoughts distinct and separate from each other) have somehow given way,

Forgive me if I can’t place you quickly or at all, for you – like all of my memories – are a jumbled maze,

This glaucoma-like blur clears less and less frequently, if at all;

Be patient with me – a simple human kindness, for any compassion you bear me;

Be kind to me, though I know (in your frantically stress-filled life) it is not easy;

The end is rarely pleasant, Little Pet;

But you must be strong throughout;

I am glad you are doing what you can for me, and that must be enough;

For only the rarest few achieve that sense of finality in life;

And, you and I (I’m afraid, my sweet Little Pet) will not.

Room in Your Heart!

14/01/2014 The Writer of (Invisible) Woes Leave a comment

I swear, I hear the shimmer of a most captivating melody

From the direction of the sound, I think the music is being created within you & delivered ethereally ,

I place my ear against your skin and – I tell you! – the music gets a little clearer;

I move around you, meeting skin with skin, showering you with kisses, until the orchestral music surrounds me,

Like a man & a woman, surrounded by a wall of mesmerising sound & caught up in an eternal dance,

The music takes over you and me!

Each parting of lips and skin bringing a crescendo of sounds that quicken the pulse and fills the soul to overflowing with joy,

It is too bad, when this music comes to an end; not a song, nor a dance, but, something greater by far,

I now understand why people liken a full orchestral symphonic masterpiece at its most uplifting moments- to the act of making love!

Life, Links, Love

Woman!

07/11/2013 The Writer of (Invisible) Woes Leave a comment

Woman, thou art strange!

All your constituent parts fascinate me,

But, I can’t be a scientist every single moment of the day,

Some of your theories will drive a logician mad!

While anthropologists will wager on the hours till I probably snap!

It isn’t that bad if I am honest with you,

I am not that easy to live with, I know that to be true;

You’re hot and cold but never lukewarm:

Your loveliness brightens a room, so you’re very handy during a blackout!

You can throw that towel away, ’cause i’m not interested in throwing it in;

I doubt i’ll ever will-

-if you don’t happen to ring my neck with it first, that is!-

‘Cause you might just be the best thing that ever happened to me!

Life, Links, Love

A Meadow in Bloom

21/07/2012 The Writer of (Invisible) Woes Leave a comment

In the tapestry of memories of my mind, I dwell, waiting for you

Whilst I wait, I remember a walk in St James’ Park,

To an accompaniment of music delivered by nature’s, gentle, melodious harp,

With a flute harmony ‘n’ banjo thrown in, to accompany a pigeon pursuing another in walking, whirling circles;

In lustful abandonment!

A chorus of sounds,

A tulip for your troubles; a rose, for its nettles; all beneath a silken sky,

Providing an animated backdrop, to an old-fashioned love story… stirring awake-

Like: a breath of air turning kindle gently into flame,

Two good friends began this walk, no longer *just* good friends, when its end came round,

Love, is a concept of loyalty, compassion, understanding & a term of art,

Populating the long halls of your memories with vivid master-works, like a prized gallery of vaunted treasures;

To occupy your restful days, with wonder, at a life spent in the company of beautiful souls (both within & without),

To reflect on the precious truth, that, is:

I have been truly blessed, for I have been loved.

Links, Love

Beauty

01/05/2012 The Writer of (Invisible) Woes Leave a comment

There, she stood resplendent in ivory pearls,

High heels and shimmering silks, framing a beautiful face with luscious curls

Nestling a smile so divine (I’m sure) it can turn even ancient stone pillars to chime-

I thought: my God, this *is* a beautiful world; have I been deaf, dumb & blind for all this time!

When you walked up to me and whispered a simple ‘do tell sir, have I dressed to please?’,

My heart involuntarily skipped a beat beginning all of a sudden to bloom n sing- like a flower bud at the arrival of spring; giving voice to never before heard vocal strings,

A song so captivating, it threatened to bring my heart to the brink,

Echoing this never-before-heard song, through long abandoned chambers of my erstwhile absent heart ,

Through all of this bliss, I managed to reply: ‘M’lady, though art as beautiful… as beauty can be’

A searching look, an inquisitive-sarcastic smile (as her fingers intertwined with mine),

Then, a more hesitant look and she squeezed my hand tight whilst saying, ‘My Lord, these manacles, once clasped, have been forged not to release nor give way’

‘M’lady, let them keep hold for all time for I am your prisoner-‘ and as I returned the hold, gently swinging her hands (still held tightly in mine) around the small of her back, in an embrace, bringing her closer to me with a mischevous smile, I concluded: ‘- and you are MINE!’

A melodious laugh, an embrace returned with a kiss, may be two; now let us leave this couple to their privacy; for life is full of ups and downs but this moment of truth is deserving of privacy of just two.

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