Sweet breezes

The air was still, warm was the sun                     

And sweat in our eyes was no fun                                  

This work now started was quite hard

Picking apples in the orchard

We were gathering the harvest                

But we needed a spot of rest                                

Soon a lunchtime break was called

So our toil was finally stalled                                

We all scattered to find some shade                   

Down to the grove of trees we made                   

A cool stream trickled in that spot                        

Sat down, the days work we forgot                      

We gazed out on the sylvan scene                     

Able to rest from that routine                                 

We ate our fill then cuddled in                             

I bent over and kissed her skin                

What splendor was my view that day                  

Sweet breezes blew her hair astray            

Our joy was sadly brought to nought                  

A rattling bell our labor sought                             

This secular peal was not the tune                     

A real church bell would wed us soon               

But money first we had to gain                          

Before our marriage that was plain                     

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She is my delight

She is my delight

When I see her sleeping there

The moonbeams kiss her

My girl of nature

Soft thunder of her beating heart

As the sun rises

Her scent drifts my way

The soft touch of her sweet breath

Inflaming my soul

I embrace her love

The rolling hills of her breasts

Always beckon me

Our stormy passion

A walk in the wild weather

Lightning in her hair

My eyes open wide

The rain falling on her cheeks

Telling a story

She murmurs some words

Wakes and wraps me in her arms

She is my delight

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Just more of the same

Young Ann was hopeful

She was shy but she still grinned

So her mom was pleased

Tanya just shrugged

Tolerant of him for now

She couldn’t care less

Donna shook her head

Mom had brought home a boyfriend

Nothing but distrust

For she remembered

All the rows and the screaming 

Just more of the same

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My girl Jill

They shook their heads as oft they did                  

My parents knew of my desire                                

To travel far from my place of birth             

To live my life for all I was worth                              

We were country folk of southern hills                     

Where hard farming was our sole graft      

But all my mates did laugh and scoff                     

As I was one who sought a life far off                        

Despite this as soon as I was able

I said good bye to my parents sad

And stole a kiss from my girl Jill

This need for adventure for to fill

So off I went one fine morning

Left my home of many a year

I trekked over the hills to the sea    

Where my life could be lived so free          

I was but a stranger on that shore

And found life hard to fill my needs

I toiled on a job to pay my way 

But so empty was my night and day

I drank too much, that’s for sure

My workmates speech was hard to read

And they laughed at my country ways

Taunting me ‘til I was ablaze

Waking in the gutter one morn

Of this life I knew I’d see enough

Adventure now had lost its thrill 

I must go back to my girlfriend Jill

So I packed my bags and off I went
To make that uphill journey back
My heart now knew my love was home
No more from my cute Jill would roam

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The sad song

I hear a sad song

“Where is the one that I love?”

The lonely bird calls

The trees whisper back

“Do come again in springtime”

Speak they to me too?

I see her soft eyes

And her limbs so lithe and brown

And sweet lips to kiss

“Will she dance for me?”

The trees only shook their heads

And dropped some sad leaves

The wind she moaned too

And blew cold on my poor heart

The message was clear

Just how many lives

Do we each expect to live?

Tears are my answer

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I can live again

I look at her dance                                                  

Pirouettes of such longing                                    

Memorable moments                                              

Children’s loving hands                                        

Lonely tear spills from my eyes                            

Pride and loneliness                                              

Such stain on my heart                                         

Heart’s sad flutter of regret                        

Cloudy with sorrow                                                 

Fateful decision                                                      

My miserable loneliness                                        

Sad neglected life                                                     

Firm and resolute                                                    

Loving times not forgotten 

I can live again 

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I am not Harry Potter

I find life is hard

Being only a muggle

Can’t conjure shortcuts

I have found that age

Makes everything a struggle

Magic wand would help

Autumn of my life

I have to battle ailments

Not mythical beasts

Yes, I dream a lot

Looking for that magic cure

To keep me going

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