15/03/2021 – Poem a Day Compilation
I could never love another
My passion is unbounded
I live and breathe for the days
And the nights
And the seemingly endless afternoons
Spent in your company
The highs and the lows
The good times and the bad
Being one in the moment
A connection like no other
No question of where I’d rather be
Wild horses couldn’t drag me away
Because this is my life
My childhood
My adolescence
My youth and my adulthood
My world and my being
A space in my heart filled
With the triumphs and the defeats
Of all my years on earth
A loyalty flowing through my veins
That nothing can drain
Imprinted on every fibre of my being
Every neuron
Every cell
My beloved now and always
My loyal Sydney Swans
Out of the quarrel with others we make rhetoric; out of the quarrel with ourselves we make poetry. (W.B. Yeats) Here lies that which is inside no more, that which burns my mind and must be expelled. Here lies the greatest of all inventions. Here lies words.
Showing posts with label Passion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Passion. Show all posts
Monday, March 22, 2021
Wednesday, April 22, 2020
The Scarf
23/04/2020 - Iso Well-Being Compilation
I wore it like a firebrand,
Slung about my neck,
Protecting me from all that came
With fierce determination.
The richness of its colour
Pumps like blood through my veins,
Giving me life as I stood
In the midst of enemies.
Their eyes fixate up on it,
Wanting to charge me down,
But this hero needs no cape
In this forsaken town.
My passion exudes though it,
A vehicle for my love,
Identifying without a word
To my fellow cygne amateur.
Its hue is smeared across my face
In tribal solidarity,
Bearing witness to my ardour,
The warpaint of my time.
I would roll it out like carpet
For the warriors I fervently follow
Their deeds the stuff of legends,
Recounted for years to come.
And it stands as a warning
For all who come before
To take heed of this army –
Blood brothers through and through.
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
All Too Sensible
Listen to the strings of my heart,
A quiet melody is being played -
So soft and soothing, so pure -
But it is the only thing I hear.
Your voice may break through
Into the melody to become one.
Your words would sound just as sweet
Even if they were so harsh.
Look closely, deeply, into my eyes;
Don't be surprised by what you see.
There is a light behind them
That shines through for you.
Your eyes burn into me -
They tell of a hidden passion
Deeper than either of us knows
And it spreads to reality like fire.
Feel my touch on your bare skin,
Delicately my fingers pass over you,
But even this small contact
Has a power that is uncontrollable.
Your hands are refused their release
By a society that you created.
You are locked up, behind a wall,
And you can't reach out to another.
Sensations overwhelm us if we let them
But fear will never let us be happy
And, if we are afraid of feeling for one,
We won't feel for anyone at all.
A quiet melody is being played -
So soft and soothing, so pure -
But it is the only thing I hear.
Your voice may break through
Into the melody to become one.
Your words would sound just as sweet
Even if they were so harsh.
Look closely, deeply, into my eyes;
Don't be surprised by what you see.
There is a light behind them
That shines through for you.
Your eyes burn into me -
They tell of a hidden passion
Deeper than either of us knows
And it spreads to reality like fire.
Feel my touch on your bare skin,
Delicately my fingers pass over you,
But even this small contact
Has a power that is uncontrollable.
Your hands are refused their release
By a society that you created.
You are locked up, behind a wall,
And you can't reach out to another.
Sensations overwhelm us if we let them
But fear will never let us be happy
And, if we are afraid of feeling for one,
We won't feel for anyone at all.
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