Is It Stalking?

Is it stalking?
If I sit, and stare, and lose myself
In eyes of oak and knowing
Smile?
Forgive this plaintive gaze;
The eye that beholds
Such beauty, is an eye
That denies the phrase
Beauty Is In The Eye Of The Beholder
For even those that have not
Beheld would surely venerate
Thy beauty.
Is it stalking?
If I sit, and stare, and lose myself
In mahogany eyes and tender
Smile?
Tell me, is it stalking?

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Our New Path

Not sure about this one, but I’m trying to learn to not censor myself so much… Hope you like it.

Together, while the doors are closed
we face the coming storm.
With hand so held,
convictions firm,
love undeserved but
sweetly earned,
all doubts are swiftly shorn.

So joined, the weather batters us
but strong we so hold sway.
We face the flood
with heads aloft,
the gale is tempered
by words so soft,
our love will hold the day.

And onwards, with our future clear
we battle tempests wrath.
To forge ahead
despite the storm,
and so defy
those Gods that warn,
we follow our new path.

Reblog : Jingle Bells…?

As it’s Christmas, I thought I’d reblog my attempt at a Christmas themed poem from last year. I do intend to keep the writing going over the holiday period, I have more ideas percolating away, some of them off into different directions, so I hope to be able to bring you all some new pieces soon. In the meantime, have a very merry Christmas, and a happy and peaceful new year.

Much love,

Simon

Dashing through the snow,
get the fuck out of my way,
O’er fields I go,
Elves and deer to slay,
Face a murderous grin,
Children filled with fright,
What fun it is to flay the skin,
Of Santa Claus tonight,

OH!

Straight to hell,straight to hell,
That’s the only way,
Oh what fun it is to chase,
the fairy folk a-way,
Straight to hell, straight to hell,
That’s the only way,
Slaughtering the cutesy folk,
really makes my day.

Drunk on scotch and gin,
I thought I’d take a ride,
And soon the devil’s son
was seated by my side,
The car built like a tank,
we worried not a jot,
We opened up the armory
and everyone got shot

AARGH!

Straight to hell,straight to hell,
That’s the only way,
Oh what fun it is to chase,
the fairy folk a-way,
Straight to hell, straight to hell,
That’s the only way,
Slaughtering the cutesy folk,
really makes my day.

AAARGGHH!

Straight to hell,straight to hell,
That’s the only way,
Oh what fun it is to chase,
the fairy folk a-way,
Straight to hell, straight to hell,
That’s the only way,
Slaughtering the cutesy folk,
really makes my day.

How Did He Do It

Sometimes you see a man
walking hand in hand
with a woman far too beautiful
for him.
You wonder to yourself
what magic or what spell
was used to capture heart
so kept within.

This woman with such grace
and sweet angelic face
must surely be a friend
and nothing more.
But after looking close
and seeing lovings ghost
it’s plain to see this man
she does adore.

Incomparable in looks
you wonder what it took
for this person to convince
this girl to love.
She surely must be mad,
or the man is being had,
for her eyes light up the night
like stars above.

And when she turns to him
and offers him a grin
you can see she’s full of joy
for loves connection.
And he responds in kind
and you must be rather blind
to not see the gentle glow
of true affection.

So how does such a man,
by scheme or trick or plan
end up with such a woman
sweet and true?
I ask this question dear
for as I’m standing here
that’s what everyone is wondering
of me and you.

Dark Walk Home

Silhouette in headlights
show horns that aren’t there.
The ghost of a scream
from an engine in pain,
the distance to home
down dark winding lane,
the night when I feel most afraid.

Boots on the pavement
beat rhythms in time.
The wind whistles cold
chilling straight to the bone,
invisible voices
making me feel alone,
the moon shows a path with its shine.

The shadowing presence
that’s tracking my way.
Not daring to look
for fear of revealing,
sure that a demon
with offer appealing
will drag me to worlds far away.

Is it breath on my neck
or the whistling breeze?
The chill on my skin
that raises my hairs,
the growl of a voice
that may not be there,
the sounds that cause my blood to freeze.

Arriving at home and the
doorway well lit.
Comfort now reached
from the following night,
into the warmth
and welcoming light,
darkness now left far behind….. or is it?

Generous Heart

OK, so my muse made a fleeting visit last night, but goodness me, is anyone else sick of the love poems?! My mind keeps throwing them out, and as nice as they are, I really want a change in my internal universe. I want abstract, flights of fancy, real world, anything really… apart from maybe the dark stuff, that worries a certain someone. Anyway… hope you like this one. I may be a bit bored of the love poems, but the sentiment behind this one is a true one. Enjoy it.
Much love,

Simon

Turning once more
into something I’m not,
bidding farewell
to the man time forgot.

Stood at the edge
of this maddening world,
the stars scattered ‘fore me
like diamonds so hurled.

This feeling of change
sweeping all doubts away,
believing in nothing
no longer holds sway.

I’ve come through the night
with my essence intact,
my soul only tarnished
not stained oily black.

A smile unfamiliar
appears on my face,
a scowl at the world
no longer in place.

Who thought years ago
that this man would be healed,
under this darkness
a light so revealed.

The reason for changes,
this fresh and new start,
is love ever blessing
from your generous heart.

Waves

I’m taking the advice of a very talented fellow blogger, John, (from the very wonderful Book Of Pain) who said to me when he learned I was stuggling with my muse…”Simon, trying writing a completely different type of poem on a totally different sort of topic, and no matter what, post it. It may help loosen your muse.”
I did try to write a totally different type of poem, but it morphed into another love poem *sigh*. Anyway, I’m posting “no matter what”, so I hope you like it, and make sure you visit John’s blog, you won’t be disappointed. Thank you.

And where the boats wait,
with their sails safely furled,
we sit on the dock
to discuss this mad world.

What bricks can life fling
at our dream slowly made,
to tear all asunder
plans carefully laid?

“Let’s steal a boat”
you state into the day,
“and sail across oceans
to lands far away”.

“But darling” I cry
with a smile on my lips,
“I do not have knowing
of sailing and ships”.

“Don’t worry, dear heart”
you reply with a laugh
“for the waves they will take us
as long as love lasts”.

We kiss as the seagulls
fly high overhead,
and waves stir up treasures
from the darkened sea bed.

We can’t steal a boat
to lands far away,
but perhaps we can dream
for just this one day.

And waves in the ocean
will roll in and depart,
but they won’t outlast
this love in my heart.