Random Rhymes.

Random Rhymes.

Fashioned by a wiser hand,

Clothed in silk you understand.

Ripe and full to raise a smile,

Upon his lips her eyes beguile.

Ripple of the fleshy globes,

Eyes glaze over, heavens strobes.

Two full hands of supple curve,

More desire than he'd deserve.

Come to sing of glory free,

How her hips shall shake for he.

Under loved the roughest way,

Begging for his hands to stay.

Lost in romance all so good,

Is where her princess dreams are understood.

Fighting for a breath of air,

Damp and strewn, her underwear.

Glowing like a dying sun,

She calls him down, buttons undone.

Feels the vice of heat take over,

Needs a passion to betroth her.

Climbing onto the pole of pleasure,

Is where she fits her lusty measure.

Bold as brass she pushes down,

Tears a slit and throws her gown.

 

Frenzy calls her to full reward,

She loves the way she'll be adored.

And rises up to take her peak,

Hot slick skin and nipple tweak.

Hell can't hold her so heaven comes,

Shaking body her heartbeat drums.

Racing over, the final crossing gate,

She bucks so wildly and cannot wait.

Letting go she arrives at her Nirvana,

Two bodies burn in bedroom sauna.

A sexy way she'll end her day,

Puts down the book, some shades of grey....

'A' very sexy lady.

Different Pages.

    Different Pages.

At a glance,

I saw your lips moving,

Was almost sure I heard a voice.

Some great and wonderful light shone,

Out into the world towards my heart,

That only I could see.

It felt good, I can tell you friend,

As though I had met a kin,

One whom shared the love for life.

Those sounds I heard were joyous,

To a man who's searched the world,

Resonated in this tiny darkened room.

But then the music moved on,

I was silent and you still sang,

As if the tune for you were different.

Had I missed the beat, the rhythm?

Was this not our song my friend,

Were we singing from different pages?

A friend not so near.

     A friend not so near.

  I walked passed that coffee shop,

You know the one on Stamford street,

The one we used to go to,

When we were growing up.

  I saw an adorable couple there,

Laughing, holding hands, do you remember,

When we spent that entire day,

Just watching the world go by?

  I smiled to myself all afternoon,

Glad of a little chance to wallow,

In memories of ways things used to be,

And then I hurried home to you.

  I found it strangely reflective,

To be going to a time where love,

Was always first thought of our day,

Long before, you know, what can I say?
   I rushed home, suddenly alive again,

So many things I have wanted to,

Share, and to discuss with you darling,

So many ways I wanted to be near.

  I saw the streets litter strewn,

A gate needing some long ago repair,

Window broken, like my tiny heart,

And the message on the worktop.

  I filled up with salty tears,

As I reflected once more, admired

The thoughtfulness you had shown,

All throughout our lives together.

  I had wanted for nothing at all,

My life was a testament to joy,

You filled my every waking hour,

And those night time ones as well.

  I cried for all my memories,

Of how gorgeous I felt in your arms,

The way my eyes could glow so bright,

As you caressed me throughout the night.

  I remembered I've been here before,

On the floor beside your note,

A bitter pill to cause me awkward pain,

Because of the beautiful things you wrote.

  I know that we will meet again,

On a golden paradise beach in sun,

One day when I come home to you,

In heaven where we'll be as one.

Written for a friend.
Michelle Bates of Rotherham

Reduced.

        Reduced.

In a matter of days,

You've gone swiftly from

Brenda with a smile,

To 'B' whom I hold,

A girl made of gold,

Accepting love I've sold...

Melted down to a 'B',

Some type of love imagery,

Shortened but not in grace,

A reason for my smiling face,

And one I crave to taste,

Before love go to waste...

Bringing it back down,

Describes my internal mood,

To have a fondness to extrude,

Something chaste but nothing rude,

That I have to eat like food,

My awesome 'B' who comes from......

…Bude.......

Vibrations.

              Vibrations.

Gentle, rhythmical,

Ethereal and syncopated.

Beats of an organ

Describe my joy.

Filaments bounce,

Tremors of light energy

Flow all around,

Always an echo,

Of your beautiful sound.

Awe inspiring peace,

Serene beneath a dream.

Glittering from within desire,

Flash fire, higher

Higher still higher,

Resonance too bold

Yet I, old, so cold,

Feel such divine light,

Must be mine to hold...

Light Weaver.

A Sometimes Coward.

      A Sometimes Coward.

Known for courage under fire,

He fails now to understand,

Why he lost the power to speak,

When before him love did stand.

Walked away on pilgrim roads,

Miles of dangers were his choice,

But before a presence of glory,

See him, how he lost his voice.

Scolded by the desert on fire,

Bolder than a ferocious storm,

Buckling under a single chance,

His face ashen, he's still left forlorn.

Dared to roam in infested swamps,

The warrior of peace soldiered on,

But in the face of beautiful,

His mouth went dry, his tongue gone.

Master of his own destiny,

Creator of mastering the lofty sword,

Reduced to a quivering jelly,

Without resistance to her, becoming floored.

Once mighty to challenge life,

The man of will had conquered fate,

Just look how his armour melts away,

The power of her smile, far too great.

Never had he lost his nerve,

For adventure was his loyal friend,

Yet under the spell of angel eyes,

Lost his heart, powerless to defend.

Given that he accepted defeat,

He blessed the day she overcame,

For in her love his soul was saved,

Knelt to honour her precious name.




'S'

The Fires Of Shambhala.

  The Fires Of Shambhala.

My heart has felt,

What my ears failed to hear.

Eyes once blinded by fear,

Now open to see power,

Of the prayer fields glowing clear.

Light emitting torches of wisdom,

Fill the sound of reason,

And I can once again believe,

A hope called Shambhala.

Robed monks in prayer,

Breathe the light of life,

Out into the world of mankind.

High on the clouded skyline,

How their patient eyes shine,

Showing the dream that's mine.

Peace on earth becoming real,

Love and light eternal bright,

A world where no-one has to fight....

Dedicated to Lama Lhakpa Yeshe.

Twitter.

Love in a moment.

          Love in a moment.

Knowing the unknown,

Is decidedly tricky,

For it leaves no room,

In the house of mystery.

Sharing love with the 'one',

Also is a challenge,

Of will, of resolve and of,

Should we say faith ?

Love is not revealed,

Like lines in a book,

Even with a lover,

Elements of your intentions,

Can be mistook.

But when,

When I recognise light,

A light of a certain colour,

A certain density,

I saw my destiny arrive....

Arms folded but open,

Eyes veiled but bright,

She came in a moment,

To know also my desire.

How could it be hidden,

From one who,

Knows everything of love ?

Siren rising from the sea,

To tempt to tease,

To bring rescue from,

Loneliness,

The aloneness I have felt,

And the lessons I have learned.

And in that darkness,

She, boldly with shining heart,

And a tenderly kind soul,

Grabbed me from,

The jaws of death.

Shall I tell her,

Shall she know my heart ?

Love in a moment was her name....