I am not
High Poetry,
not everyone's cup
of tea
I am merely

A poem

My writer
doesn't even like me
very much
I lack rhythm
and my rhyming sucks

but
she runs
right through me
she can't help it
I am
her heart,
bleeding
all over this paper
for you
to pick over

Read me
gently
or devour me
savor
the taste of me
love me
or
hate me

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p f e e
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"PROLONGED ANTICIPATION"
Margaret Ann Waddicor 29th january 2011.

Prolonged anticipation, not so bad,
in fact perhaps I'm feeling glad
the preparations nearly done
those last minute thoughts can come.

Taking this or was it that,
no I can't take that big hat,
extra sweaters tights and jeans,
yes or no, we ponder dreams.

If we meet at last one day,
the other end of earth they say,
and find our similar designs are good,
in this life's odd old tangled wood.

Connoisseur

I have always found a fragile beauty
in the subtle deformity when it is present
in the fairer sex...
a slight clubfoot, one breast discernibly
smaller than the other, or one blue eye
and the other eye green or brown.
Often on a misty Spring night, having
happened upon such a dainty maiden, I
will let her go, tipping my hat to her shadow
abstaining to sip from that glass whilst instead
savoring another special bouquet
of seasoned claret.

Moment

I open my eyes as the blackness behind my eyelids
becomes illuminated by a bright and piercing light
The planet of flame fills me with warmth and colour
that settles my mind into a calmness of tranquillity

I capture the sounds of birds dancing happily from
branch to branch, singing at the morning's birth
A gentle mandolin wind swirls small wisps of
sand, whisking them to settle on the waves

A second Honeymoon For mature readers only

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Sing, through the flowing tears,
And laugh though it aches,
ask again for love in rejection's face
into the sun's first brilliant rays

Peer into that song and hear its heart
take along these raindrops' prisms
let them glow in the dark of night
its tune your comfort and companion

Hold your friend deep within your soul,
journey into the promise tomorrow holds,
fear fades with the passing of the storms,
the clouds disperse in the breath of hope.

faded
from all the turns
against the sun
these rains have
washed and blessed you
into pale sweetness

He never said he loved her
it just wasn't his way
but to her he would defer
and in his mind she'd stay

He never said he loved her
from the day that they first met
he had eyes for no other
I guess he doesn't even yet

He never said he loved her
but built their home by hand
driving one nail after another
on a little piece of land

He never said he loved her
as they raised a family
a sister and a little brother
good hearted as could be

Sunday is a kissing day
Or isn't it?
Some countries like UK,
Have it on Friday
Others like me
Every day,
Every moment
Since yesterday my life began,
With kissing just by the way
Happy kissing all kissers
For you all today