Heavens

Flying through the clouds
I discover
The meaning of you
an ocean of love
A beautiful dove
And the nature of me
Like a dry morning dew
Drops far and few!

Photography and poetry AB Jan 2014

Definition

Me, Moi, I, Je
Morning breeze
Sun ray
Deep within
Broken thought
Melancholy
Crushed heart
New day
Fresh start
Put a smile on..

that bench

we were together, forever
sat for hours, morning, noon and night
all was good, it was brilliant, bright
time passed so quickly, rather briskly.
sudden departure after fifty short years
clock stopped, still river of sadness, airborne tears
some frozen in my eyes, unable to blink
can not move any limbs, didn’t want to think
all I want is you and me and we be
sitting together, hand in hand to see sunset
or on a cloudy day, let night set
in motion, inkling of another beautiful day
and I miss you, could you find a bench
at the edge of paradise, I will find it
as long, with your sweet smell it drench
though I am not worthy, except belonging to you
which has kept me true, will let me through
rather quietly, into grand, adorned gates of heaven
leftover years of life, perhaps five, six or seven
of treacherous wait, will end soon
when on heaven’s moon, I see you smiling

Change

some beautiful colours
bringing sanity to sight
embracing joy, immense delight
darkness evaporates, infinite light
gloom’s flight, was worth that wait

Message

Messenger at the door
Brought news from my beloved
Moments are eternity, in dark nights
lost without you, nightmare frights
Come home soon, before full moon
assassins everywhere, sending this dove
distances are killers of passion and love

Flying to the moon

life, why you are not fair
because of you,
indeed because of you,
I lost that zeal and flair
now flying to the moon
to find tranquility soon
grip slipping away from sanity
slowly becoming a loon

Yellow fever

pinching my heart
never looking back
how cruel of you
hot in yellow
mind mellows
life’s most wonderful
yellow fever
pulling lever
of soul, heart
melts, falls apart
sweet cries of pain
pleasure insane
and me

 

Keeper

decades I have been
things I have seen
future kings’ obscene
green politicians preen
scientists’ bane
philosophers in vain
entertainers bore
academics impure
viscounts stutter
barons in gutter
princesses flutter
then slip on butter
poor’s screams
education a dream
nothing it seems
stops rich being fed
education in med
philosophy, art
pompous fart
why it is so
poor kids like me
grow up in pens
guarding dirty dens
cleaning filthy acts
dirty secrets, facts
protecting wealth
wasting youth, health
so princes live
in dorms above
my spent age
for a simple badge
that I served here
retired and die
an enormous lie

Everything

Mine are mere words,
yours emotions true
What this world be?
Everything, without me,
Nothing, without you!

On the hook

I can not pretend
anymore, to ignore,
from the heartache
I am sore
your eyes, lovely bait
hooked my heart
line running through straight
I am just a helpless wreck
my error, fatal mistake
no panacea
In the mighty big sea
just crying, dying
me