Tobacco smoke drifted about
How that brought sad memories back
When we were young and oh so free
Thinking about you loving me
Cuddled up, stoned on cheap white wine
Wanting, touching, kissing just you
Long gone days of tangerine skies
Loving, looking in your green eyes
Then winter came, you're not yourself
Both you and the days were quite cold
For that's the way, love rarely lasts
You left me as the cruel wind blasts
So I took up painting again
Daubing colors which were not bright
Except some symbols of lost love
Puppet on wire, and just one glove
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I
Heard a mumbling at my back
"I can't quite hear what you say
Will you stand in front of me?
I need to look at you there
That's OK, what have you to share?
"Don't you see that pretty lass?"
"You must be joking, what me?
Do you know her; what's your game?"
"Thought you'd like one of the best
Imagine her in your nest"
"What's the bargain, What's the trick?
It's all a con that's my guess
Temptation, so you can have
Some control, so what's your fee?"
Temptation just smirked "We'll see"
I spoke "Wait there a minute"
Then walked across the road
"Excuse me Miss" thus said me
She turned her head looking sweet
"Could we date, perhaps to eat?"
"You the guy that works with Dad?"
"That can't be right, it's a joke
Who's your Dad for heavens sake?"
She told his name, it was true!
What on earth should I now do?
"You're a tempting sight" I said
"If you rather not, okay"
"Had no idea he was your Pa"
She thought a bit, then "Okay"
Swapped our numbers "Ring Thursday?"
Then with that we both shook hands
Took to our separate ways
Date was fine, her Dad knew too
Glad Temptation came that day
Regardless what you might say
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I just woke as if from a dream
Then realized that all was not
Exactly what I thought it seemed
I shook my head and looked around
I was not where I believed
But felt like six feet underground
I was but a mere skeleton
Comfy in my last resting place
In a cemetery in Brighton
Strangely looked from my empty shell
To see a passing worm stare at me
"Okay" He says "You're not in Hell"
"Good" I thought "Must get above ground"
"Woah!" Friendly worm then did say
"It's my job to keep you safe and sound"
I shook my skull and argued on
"What of my wife and family?"
"Surely they'll wonder where I've gone?"
Just how he laughed that little worm
"She's beside you; came down last week"
"New ones do tend to twist and turn"
So I laid back down as he said
As all worms friends got back to work
And wife and I snuggled in bed
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On that night I proposed to you the moon seemed to be so blue. She then covered her face jealously as you alone shone so shiny bright and thousands of stars twinkled with delight.
Meanwhile when Adonis asked me to name the most beautiful woman in the world I told him honestly that it was you. Then he nodded as he knew that it was true and Venus bowed her angry head in shame.
So it was that a Nightingale sang sweet songs of love and a lone owl hooted from above. Then all was still as you softy answered "Yes". Then there was thunderous applause as the whole world now did sing as on your finger I placed a ring.
The wolves howled a chorus song and before too long the sun raised its head stirring people from their beds. It was then that they caught the drift and realized the village couple who had courted long now would be joined in Love's sweet song.
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The church bells chime no more
Guns have been let loose
We are now at war
Daddy has gone to fight
He had a brave face
Mother's filled with fright
She fears he'll not return
More than bombs that fall
Houses hit and burn
The smells of smoke and fire
Lack of food and fuel
Mum cries, things are dire
We chatter when alone
In bedroom tucked in
Hearing the planes drone
Want Dad to come today
Mum just shakes her head
Silent, that's her way
She fears we'll lose him now
Waits for phone to ring
Hope he's back somehow
He died on foreign field
All those months ago
His life unfulfilled
At funeral she cries
His face on leaflet
Tears in all our eyes
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Writing prose was my form on the net
Until those sites seem to say "That's it"
So altered my style to poetry
Discovered so many sites one, two, three
Only problem now was that I now found
The need to tell how the world went round
So then all at once I wrote of love
Of rain kissed cheeks, sighs and lovey-dove
Gentle touches, tears and passioned pleas
Or pleading lover on bended knees
Looks in their eyes and desparate sighs
And such sorrow when a lover dies
I read through all the comments thoroughly
Sad when readers think it's about me
This poet likes to say what he thinks
Our politics and world really stinks
We see our planet ruined by greed
But still have hope for each tiny seed
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My girl's named April
And she likes tossing her hair
Eyes looking at me
And she spun around
Her feet planted on the ground
Beckoning to me
I took her warm hand
And waltzed her madly around
Hugging close to me
Month April was cross
So the clouds gathered above
Rained on her and me
But we both chuckled
With our two faces now wet
We're in love you see
Then kissed each other
For we plan to wed in June
Faces filled with glee
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