September woos October’s rains
with teasing sunshine through its mist
to join him in a solstice dancing
an orgy of late autumn bliss
and lusty clouds wrap full around them
and the inexorable kiss
nature awaits the consumation
the winter’s birth, fruit of their tryst
reworked
The Girl That Was Not
she walked not as a spirit
for she could not be a ghost
as life for her had been not life
just thoughts and dreams, at most
an imagined child of imagined love
progeny unrequited, say
who in half light was but shadow’s breath
should the world have turned that way.
Ugly Fish
There’s a really ugly fish in the middle of my pond
his underbite’s atrocious and his fins are far too long
he sits among the weeds all day acting rather coy
and carps on his misfortune and sucks all of the joy
out of all the other fish which spend their time in there
having to put up with him, it really isn’t fair
I think I’ll catch a pelican and set him out to sneak
around my little garden pond sporting
his pointy beak
with luck he’ll feel quite peckish and break the water’s still
and gulp that ugly fish right up in his saggy bill.
Lead
lead my dreams away
with a guiding fingertip
on my sleeping skin
In Measure
in measured breaths
I do begin
to think upon thy face
yet upon these thoughts
my breaths, once calm
take on a quicker pace
as does my heart
with passion’s meter
begin its wanton race
to capture yours
and my desires
in passions interlaced
SHAME ALL OF THE POETS
shame all of the poets
for their art dares condemn
that which we are sold as truth
by more moral men
imprison verse contentious
that move against the creed
deny their revolution
and the questions that they breed
censor and damn the artists
who strive to realise
the beauty that is hidden
from more blinded eyes
sacrifice the poets
on the altars of your lies
but beware, in doing so
their words you’ll sanctify.
Shadows
in the half shadows
only with whispers of light
are your secrets told
Intent
that I may undo you with simply a word
with phrases said softly, intentions unheard
that I may impart each wish and each need
with only a whisper planting the seed.
that I may undress you with but a glance
looks traded between us in visual dance
that for those few moments the knowledge is clear
a pact pure between us, a promise sincere
Exposed To You
exposed to you in naked lines
I draw from worlds I’ve not made real
save for the cosmos of my rhymes
a universe of verse revealed
read each word on tender lips
that they find life beyond this mind
the ink-stains on my fingertips
made flesh and blood for you to find
let each sound roll upon your tongue
in syllables an imagined kiss
for from these words desire is wrung
in hoped release, unscripted bliss.
She Lives In Dreams
she lives in dreams
which dare not be remembered
and she haunts desires
yet to be realised,
of her oft imagined sighs
I am left bewitched
as she lays bare in fantasies
which my senses tantalise.
