Reblog : Silk Screen

I have a few ideas skipping and tripping around my mind, but no time to get anything concrete down. So, in the meantime, here’s a reblog for you all. I hope you like it. First published back in January…

Her silk screens of pretense
That hide her from view
Easily breached but
Masking a truth.
Self medicates heart
With grape and the grain
She laughs at the boys
That try to cause pain.
A kiss of the rose
With thorns sharp to stab
A dream of a lover
She thought that she had.
A world full of anger
But tempered by lust
What price to be paid
By cold lack of trust.
When all is forgiven
She’ll welcome again
The chance of a future
No need to pretend.
Until then she’ll wait
With words soft but mean
The taste of the wine
Behind her silk screen.

Silk Screen

Her silk screens of pretense
That hide her from view
Easily breached but
Masking a truth.
Self medicates heart
With grape and the grain
She laughs at the boys
That try to cause pain.
A kiss of the rose
With thorns sharp to stab
A dream of a lover
She thought that she had.
A world full of anger
But tempered by lust
What price to be paid
By cold lack of trust.
When all is forgiven
She’ll welcome again
The chance of a future
No need to pretend.
Until then she’ll wait
With words soft but mean
The taste of the wine
Behind her silk screen.

The Watches Of The Dark

Faithful readers,
It’s been a while again, I know, but I’ve been ever so tired and not had the energy or the time to write. But last night, with thanks to… well, let’s call her my inspiration, I’ve produced another attempt at a more ‘Shakespearean’ feel of a poem. I hope you like it. And thank you for still reading.
Much love,

Simon

Though shy, thou art,
in beauty kept,
the world would pause
and be so swept
away ‘pon waves
of jealous sea
by sweetness shown
to such as me.

Enraptured heart
so owned by thee,
celestial grace
and gloried be,
my blessed life
enlightened so
by passions kiss
in moonlights glow.

With rising sun
the precious dawn
still fades when shown
thy perfect form,
and in this mornings
revealing light,
my eyes doth see
thy beauty bright.

Stay here with me
in life so shared,
where days will pass
without a care,
and in the watches
of the dark,
you’ll tame my body,
my soul and heart.

The Girl With The Black Cherry Lips

The girl with the black cherry lips,
walks ‘cross the rug with her feet
clad in skin,
and a wave in the swing of her hips.

The girl with the black cherry lips,
she moves like poured honey with a
talent for sin,
and all others she does eclipse.

The girl with the black cherry lips,
leads such a scent of
the passion within,
and all eyes fix upon where she sits.

The girl with the black cherry lips,
pulls smoke from her cigarette through
painted grin,
each inhale a pleasurable hit.

The girl with the black cherry lips,
such external beauty belies
that within,
but such sweetness in black cherry lips.

Reblog : The Strength Of A Woman

So here’s one more re-blog for today. This one was also originally written back in November. I’m not too sure where the idea came from, but most of the verses seemed to flow very easily. Don’t worry, this isn’t a new thing of mine to just re-blog all my stuff, I am working on some new stuff, it’s just not ready yet. Hope you like this one. It’s called “The Strength Of A Woman”.

The loaded silence
before she screamed.
The recognition
of shattered dreams.

The stirring breeze
of fate’s cruel wings,
come to claim
all precious things.

Could time be held
in breathless pause,
so bleeding heart
would hurt no more?

Could life be saved,
blind faith restored?
Life made whole
as once before?

All that’s taken,
once held dear,
replaced with pain
and oppressive fear.

But heart is strong,
soul robust,
learn to live
again she must.

To carry on,
rejoin the fight,
hold back the tears
with all her might.

With each new pain
the heart heavier grows,
but renewed strength
and fortitude shows.

She’ll start again,
hope newly vowed,
for this woman’s strength
will not be bowed.

Your Description

If I’d never seen
the sunrise,
over hills
of verdant green;
I’d trust in you
your every word
to tell me what you’d seen.

If I’d never felt
the gentle breeze,
blowing
over skin;
I’d trust in you
your every sigh
which paints the wind so keen.

If I’d never tasted
sweetness
of gardens
ripening fruit;
I’d trust in you
your tender lips
to show to me the truth.

If I’d never seen
such beauty
in woman’s face
before;
I’d know to gaze
in awe at you
and see it all and more.

Shower

Vulnerable standing in freshly washed skin,
a heart made for love,
a form made for sin.

Moisture condenses in clear liquid beads,
even an angel,
would fall to it’s knees.

Cascading hair covers shoulders and back,
gracefully falling in
waves of jet black.

Exquisiteness issued from steam covered room,
blessing the sun,
and gracing the moon.

Something so simple as shower and soap,
can grant so much pleasure,
restore misplaced hope.

Beauty that blossoms as delicate flower,
shown to mine eyes,
while watching you shower.