POETRY FROM THE HEART ROMANCE

(Rondeau)

My rainbow's end I saw afar
As distant as the faintest star,
And wondered if I'd ever hold
Within my hands that pot of gold
Concealed beyond this coloured bar.

Life spun a web at times bizarre;
With loneliness and grief I'd spar,
But dared to dream and see unfold
My rainbow's end.

Then when I saw your door ajar
And gently pushed it just so far,
I found that magic pot of gold.
And as our two lives interfold,
I know, my friend, my love, you are
My rainbow's end.

IN LOVE
To you my love I pen these lines today,
they speak of joy you've brought along the way:
you are my rainbow in life's clouds, my light
dispelling demons in the darkened night.
You are my gemstone hidden in the clay,
the sheltered waters in the tranquil bay;
you are my bird song, clear, intense and bright
that echoes inspiration in its flight.
You are my Sirius, the brightest star
within celestial realms beyond, afar;
you are my sunrise greeting each new day,
my melody of wind and leaves at play.
And so beneath love's blissful bough we'll stay
united until one is called away.

CHRISTMAS EVE NIGHT

It's Christmas eve night and there's just you and me
sitting here quietly watching the tree
whose flickering lights dance a Bethlehem's tune,
relaxed and at ease in our comfy cocoon.

No need to converse or to watch the TV,
our minds are as one when there's just you and me;
we think of the year that has so swiftly passed,
and dare to conjecture on next year's forecast.

Maybe we will travel - a cruise would be nice
to countries exotic - delights to entice;
a desert safari with camel and guide?
a trip to the snowfields? – so hard to decide.

Or maybe we'll choose to stay home with the dog,
take on a new hobby and set up a blog,
or walk to the park, picnic basket in hand,
be lulled by the wavelets that splash on the sand.

But now for tonight when there's just you and me -
(and Rusty the dog fast asleep on my knee!)
we'll bask in the love that together we share,
a love as intense as a bright Christmas flare.

I REMEMBER
I remember, I remember
when we met, and when emotion
like the sun's rays on the ocean
pulsed a sparkle through my being
sending clouds of darkness fleeing.
I remember, I remember
all the "firsts" we shared together
as we floated on the feather
of idyllic dreams of pleasure -
every moment one to treasure.
I remember, I remember
how my ears with joy were ringing,
like the birds in chorus singing,
when I heard your voice so tender
whisper of your heart's surrender.
Gone those heady days we savoured,
life with prudence now is flavoured;
still your very touch inspires me
and your presence never tires me;
so as each day dawns anew
and I wake in bed with you…
I remember, I remember.

SAIL BACK TO ME

(Villanelle)

She softly calls, "Sail back to me
from oceans where the wild winds blow" -
and vainly scans the open sea.
Her skirt and hair both billow free,
and as the waves roll to and fro
she softly calls, "Sail back to me."
As she laments her destiny,
she hears waves crash the cliffs below,
and vainly scans the open sea.
For years she's lived a memory.
and though his fate she'll never know
she softly calls, "Sail back to me."
Though each day spells the same decree
that her Love perished long ago
she softly calls, "Sail back to me"
and vainly scans the open sea.

SAFARI SUIT FLIRTATION
He wore a green safari suit, while I
a skirt of green and blouse of bright cerise;
the picture in my mind so clear as though
it happened yesterday, not years ago.
At dinner eyes across the table linked,
electrifying bodies with a surge,
a challenge and a longing to explore
and understand the magic in the air.
Emotion heightened as we danced in close
embrace, then later strolled the foreshore hand
in hand. We felt the twinge of Cupid's dart
as silently we shared our inner thoughts.
So speak to me of green safari suits
and swirling memories assail my mind:
fond recollections of a magic night
when two souls met and intertwined as one.

VALENTINE VALUES
It's Valentines Day and I'm lazing in bed
while downstairs my sweetheart's preparing a spread
of breakfast delights into which we will delve –
a repast which maybe continues past twelve.
Who cares if some crumbs tumble into the sheet
or if he slops sauce on his PJ's so neat;
for this is the day of romancing and romp
when he'll shower me with wild passion and pomp.
I inhale the odours which waft up the stairs
like hors d'oeuvres preceding the finest of fares;
I picture him setting the tray with his mark
of romance, caprice and an inventive spark.
He's sure to place roses in centrepiece style –
as he enters the room I can picture his smile;
yes, age is no hindrance: when Cupid takes aim
our heart strings will quiver and burst into flame.
Today will be spent reminiscing the years:
the fun times, the laughter, the sorrows and tears;
the phone we'll not answer, the door bell ignore,
attuning our ears to love's musical score.
I hear my name called from the foot of the stair,
my heart jumps a beat – but then sinks in despair:
"I've eaten my breakfast, I've locked the front door,
I'm off to play golf, will be home about four!"

HIS TOUCH

(Richtameter - 1st & last lines the same words;
line syllables 2,4,6,8,10,8,6,4,2)

His touch
awakens me
I turn to see his eyes
speak silently of sad goodbyes
when I'll be left with but a memory
of stolen carefree days of bliss
the magic of his kiss:
no more for me
His touch.

THERE WAS ONE
Odd pieces in life's jigsaw scene amassed as years invade
Contain the links with former loves whose faces flash and fade.
The school yard crush, the teenage beau, affairs of passion born;
The cheating heart, the highs, the lows enmeshed in lovers' scorn.
But there was one whose face I saw, and when his eyes met mine
A piercing challenge flew the air: a dare posed by design.
His challenge I accepted and it's one I'll ne'er regret;
His eyes still magnetise my soul as on the day we met.
Yes, there was one who's still the one, consistent, loyal, kind:
My dog whose name is Rusty, by devoted traits defined.

WALK IN THE PARK
(Villanelle)
Within the park come walk with me
while bird calls greet the morning's glow
in clear enchanting melody.
Their songs ring a doxology
in unison as warbles grow -
within the park come walk with me.
A chorus calls from each gum tree
and rises as the breezes blow
in clear enchanting melody.
As with the birds our minds fly free
and soar to heights where lovers go -
within the park come walk with me.
We revel in this lofty spree
and yearn to hold the status quo
in clear enchanting melody.
So we renew our love's decree
as hearts pulsate a placid flow -
within the park come walk with me
in clear enchanting melody.

A CAMPFIRE'S CARESS
On a cold winter’s night at our campsite out west,
By the campfire to buffer the chill,
With a mug of strong billy tea warming the hand,
With the sounds of the bush creatures subdued and still,
We withdrew from things mundane and bland.
There we sat while the flames leapt and darted at will,
By their hypnotic gestures entranced,
Though we spoke not a word, our minds tuned as one,
And we knew when at length at each other we glanced
That Love’s magical web had been spun.

VALENTINE'S DAY IN THE VILLAGE
With Valentine's Day fast approaching
our Cupid was fixing his show:
sharpening the tips on his arrows
tightening the string on his bow.
An old people's home was his target where
he wanted to raise quite a storm,
though sex numbers there were uneven with
one man to four women the norm.
So Cupid unseen by the lodgers
chose each of his victims with care;
first up were two men on the park bench,
then the one nodding off in the chair.
Through hallways he flew and selected
a chap who'd just turned 95;
another who suffered dementia,
and one who seemed barely alive.
The arrows he aimed with precision
and each one was true to its mark;
his face was a picture of mischief
while waiting for love lights to spark.
It took but a minute happen
as energy pulsed through old veins;
they sprang from their beds and the park bench
all singing romantic refrains.
Then chaos invaded the precincts
with randy old men on the hunt;
the women folk screamed their aversion -
considered it quite an affront.
The nurses all tried to subdue them
though nothing could stem their desire;
on spindly old legs they caused mayhem,
their sexual urges on fire.
When calm had returned to the village,
exhausted each took to his bed;
the episode's not been repeated,
and most of the inmates are dead.
But Cupid still smiles to remember
the secret of which no one knew:
he'd coated the tips of the arrows
with viagra's powerful brew.

ANNIVERSARY BLUES
Our wedding anniversary; I wonder has the date
A trigger set within his mind,
So I'll have no need to remind
Him of that day we made our vows, together sealed our fate.
For weeks I've hinted, shot him clues – been even heard to say,
"Oh, goodness me, this month moves fast,
The twenty-eighth soon will be past;
Do you still have the tie you wore upon our wedding day?"
I well recall the plans we made: a simple quiet affair;
No honeymoon, no parallel;
Just seven guests to wish us well;
A pleasant garden setting void of any pomp or flair.
A month before the wedding day to Sydney he was called –
A conference with colleagues bright
To set the nation's workplace right:
This man whom I admired and whose life my soul enthralled.
On his return a dinner date, soft music, candlelight,
Across the table starry eyed
Our glances met, each filled with pride –
But when he spoke these words to me, idyllic love took flight:
"The next tribunal conference is set for Alice Springs,
Sunday the twenty-eighth I leave,
Returning Tuesday, I believe."
His words pierced through my heart and lodged like poisoned darts and stings.
"But what about our wedding day? It seems you have forgot!
Your work comes first; I'm second rate;
My fury's roused, it won't abate!
How could you double-book on me, you thoughtless, selfish clot!"
"Calm down, let reason fill your mind, be prudent I implore!
I do confess I did forget,
But time's no problem; do not fret:
The wedding's set for noon, my plane does not take off till four!
"The ceremony won't take long – we'll have to cancel lunch;
A champagne toast to married bliss,
Just one short speech, a hurried kiss,
Then leave you with the guests – they're such an understanding bunch."
So. . .
What basis do I have each year to hope that this date rings
Some note of romance in his mind
Which prompts him to respond in kind –
Unless, of course, if he recalls his time in Alice Springs!

TAKE ME TO BED
(Triolet)

take me to bed and cuddle me please
comfort me in my distress,
whisper kind words my fears to appease;
take me to bed and cuddle me please,
rescue my mind from turbulent seas,
bury me in your caress;
take me to bed and cuddle me please,
comfort me in my distress.

FORMER LOVES
I wonder where they are today,
Those loves of former years:
The heady days, the wilful ways,
The partings filled with tears.
I wonder if their goals attained
From seeds sown in those days:
The plans we shared, the dreams we dared –
Then went our separate ways.
I’d like to think those former loves
With Time past memories stir,
Without remorse my thoughts endorse –
And smile at what we were.

SAILING ON HIGH
Let's sail the sky on a gold crested moon
And thrill to our childhood's lost dreams;
Ignoring pressures which stifle and curb
Let's journey to heaven's extremes.
Let's break the bind of our indentured mould,
To order and time say farewell;
With easy measure let's drift into space
Absorbed in the night's starry spell.
Across the Milky Way's spiral we'll float,
See stars we'd not known to exist
Which glow like gems from a fossicker's hoard
To sparkle at each turn and twist.
Aloft the Southern Cross beacon we'll steer
Through cloud tufts of fluffy white foam;
Exchanging smiles with the Man in the Moon
We'll board falling stars heading home.
With love renewed and hearts beating as one -
A blessing received from the skies -
We'll dance to music as played by love's strain,
The stars now aglow in our eyes.

COFFEE SHOPS
I saw a man in a coffee shop -
you just couldn't imagine his dress:
but despite his white shoes and safari suit
he looked a rather distinguished brute
and set my heart in a racing pop.
I wondered how I could catch his eye –
how to move in this life game of chess;
should I saunter with poise near his table -
a clue I was willing and able,
or on other manoeuvres rely?
Maybe by knocking my cup askance
he'd be rushing to clean up the mess;
or perhaps if my napkin fell on the floor
he'd stoop to return it – and more:
his hand stroke my leg just by chance.
But nothing like this occurred you see -
Cupid's arrow was aimed to digress;
so I watched as depression flooded my heart
his white shoes on safari depart,
and thought of love's cruelty to me.
Then two weeks on at my place of work
what occurred there you never could guess:
yes, this man of my dreams appeared in my sight
I knew 'twas him by his shoes so white -
and Cupid's face wore a cunning smirk.
And so derived a romantic show
he was certainly out to impress;
through the coffee shop circles we blithely roamed
drank cappuccinos which frothed and foamed,
entrusting our lives to Cupid's bow.

THE ANNIVERSARY ROSE
I'm told I'm unromantic, that I don't remember dates,
I'm lucky that she loves me, that we are best of mates.
I don't remember birthdays – well, she's had enough of them;
You'd think that my forgetfulness she'd welcome, not condemn.
I'd suffered many insults and this year I must confess
I had the guilts and so my deeds proceeded to redress.
My wife had need to spend some time in Queensland's sunny north;
I waited for a week or so before I sallied forth
To meet her up in Townsville where we'd take a hire car,
drive round our childhood haunts and reminisce of days afar.
The day that I set off I knew was August 28,
the date that we were married so I didn't hesitate
To buy a single rose of red tied neatly with a bow,
imagined her surprise at this and how her eyes would glow.
I took it on the plane with me, this precious rose of red,
refused the hostie's offer that she place it overhead.
"No thank you" I politely said, "it mustn't leave my sight;
it must stay perfect till I see my wife, my life's delight."
Alighting from the plane I joined a crowd of Senior Cits,
as incognito was the go, relying on my wits.
I saw her waiting, folded arms – the stance I knew so well:
her churning thoughts my mind perceived in tones clear as a bell.
"Of course he won't remember – to hope would be absurd;
it's just another day to him, but I'll not say a word."
Then she looked a little worried, couldn't see me in the crowd,
so I snuck up behind her: "Happy days!" I cried out loud.
She turned; you should have seen her face: surprise, surprise, surprise!
she threw her arms around me, "You remembered!" were her cries.
She took the rose, caressed it, and told me she loved me so;
we walked on to the carousal, her eyes and face aglow.
Then on to Thrifty car hire booth the paperwork to sign -
no problems with our licences; our day was panning fine.
We'd driven for an hour or so to where we'd spend the night,
where fun times and frivolity were well within my sight.
"Where did you put the rose?" I asked. Her face paled, statuesque:
"Oh shit!" she said, "I left it there on Thrifty's office desk!"
So that's the story of my rose of red, just left to lie
upon the desk, forgotten, pushed aside to wilt and die!
Now, will I buy a rose next year? Not likely, mate, no fear;
If I recall the date, I'll celebrate it with a beer!

FORSAKEN
You say you will forsake me? Well and good.
Though passion melted long ago, we stayed
together, man and wife. Of course we could
deceive our friends; the picture we portrayed
was one of love, fulfillment of our dreams,
while inner turmoil gnawed with ruthless zeal,
like termites feasting on fine timber beams,
our spirits void, bereft of love's ideal.
So take your leave and pity me no more,
and as you lie within another's arms,
when her sweet moans have quenched your lustful score,
be weighted not by doubts or guilty qualms.
How sweet the youthful romance at its height;
How sour each lonely day and loveless night.

THE A-Z OF LOVE

Age
Becomes you
Complements your charm
Dignity and passion your talents to disarm.
Each memory I hold
From our affection born
Glistens like the dewdrops
Heavy on the lawn.
I'm
Joined with you,
Kindred spirits free,
Linked as one, each day unfolds our destiny.
My love for you is strong
No fear I entertain
Only trust and confidence -
Peaceful our domain.
Quiet
Romantic
Sensuous and bold
Tender are the moments when your arms enfold.
Undying love I give
Vibrant, true and whole
Whereby you can see an
X-ray of my soul.
Years together, future bliss
Zephyrs wafting with each kiss.

MY VALENTINE
It's Valentine's Day, yes, but he doesn't care,
Quixotic emotions he'll so seldom share;
Where are my red roses?
Love lines he composes?
His indifferent outlook leads me to despair.
At daylight he jumped from the bed and withdrew,
Turned on the TV his sports programmes to view;
No good-morning kisses -
My love he dismisses;
Of Valentine values he hasn't a clue.
So I'll stay in bed and treat him with ignore,
I won't get his breakfast, his lunch - and what's more,
I'll hide his remote,
Then sit back and gloat
To see him search vainly on lounge chairs and floor.
But wait, for the door bell is ringing its chime;
Now who can be calling at this early time?
"It must be for you"
He yells from the loo;
So bedraggled and cross from the bedside I climb.
I open the door and there filling the frame,
A bouquet of roses, a card with my name
Where inside is penned
"My true love, my friend."
I stood there and blushed as my heart filled with shame.
He gave me a hug and my shame turned to pride
in this man who loves me, my foibles aside;
He said, "Now can I bet
You thought I'd forget?"
"Oh…I knew you'd remember, my darling", I lied.

LOVE POTION NO. 9
Bradley and Beth were growing old, for younger days they'd crave
and though they tried, their passion could no longer crest love's wave.
Until one day while reading porn Brad's face took on a shine:
he came across a recipe, "Love Potion No. 9".
He gathered the ingredients of which there were a few:
nine apple seeds, nine basil leaves, nine red rose petals too;
Nine drops of apple juice, the same of strawberry juice and wine,
a clean cheesecloth for straining this Love Potion No. 9.
A metal pot, a wooden spoon, nine candles all alight,
an open mind, a keen desire to get this potion right.
Last but not least a ginseng root - this held the vital thrust;
cut in nine equal parts this element a must.
With everything at hand, Brad lit the candles round the pot
before he tossed each item in and carefully mixed the lot.
He sang a mantra while he stirred this Potion No. 9:
"Revive our lost libido when we drink this ginseng wine."
The next night Brad and Beth both drank of this exotic prize,
retired to bed at half past eight with longing in their eyes.
That was the last folk knew of them until a week elapsed
when police & SES arrived and very near collapsed.
They broke into house and found two bodies cold and stiff,
both naked as they intertwined, and really "on the whiff".
A coroner's report decreed Brad suffocated Beth,
and as for Brad himself, it read: "sheer ecstasy at death".

WILT THOU BE MINE

(Villanelle)

Wilt thou be mine before e'erlong
Bestow on me thy loveliness
And fill my soul with sweetest song?
Fain would I be thy lover strong
And with my hands thy hair caress –
Wilt thou be mine before e'erlong?
Forsooth with me thou dost belong
My life to sweetly charm and bless,
And fill my soul with sweetest song.
Exulted in my love I long
My fervent lips on thine to press –
Wilt thou be mine before e'erlong?
To answer aye cannot be wrong
If love for me you can express
And fill my soul with sweetest song.
Mayst thou my travail not prolong
To languish in the wilderness:
Wilt thou be mine before e'erlong
And fill my soul with sweetest song?

Music "Clarinet Concert in C"
MidiMole

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