My Poems

Missing You

In recent days I've been feeling Blue
Not knowing what to say or do.
There's a hole in my heart waiting to be filled
An emptiness, no fun, no thrill
When you are away the feeling is like
I'm a lost little child in the night full of fright.
Come fly to me on your angel wings
Come back and lets do the familiar things
I gave you my heart, yes I gave it away
For your safekeeping, to care for it each day.
Without you I know I cant make it so well
Without you life on this earth is a hell.
So come back to me, cos I'm uninspired
Come back, you know you are loved and desired.
Let me be proud to be your loving man
And hold you and hug you and kiss your little hand.

I Take You For Granted

I take it for granted that when I think of you.
I take it for granted that you're thinking of me too.

I take it for granted that I will write you each day
I take it for granted you'll respond in your loving way.

I take it for granted you look pretty tonight
In your mini skirt or short-shorts so tight.

I take it for granted you won't love an engineer.
I take it for granted I won't love anybody here.

I take it for granted your spirit watches over me.
I take it for granted my spirit is not yet free.

I take it for granted that each and every day,
We show our feelings for each other in a special way.

I take it for granted that in everything we do,
There's a part of you with me, and part of me with you.

I take it for granted that if all my dreams come true,
That someday my love, I will be with you.

Out Of The Blue

I was only out for a good time
Out to test the waters
What happens next
I can hardly remember
Like a bolt of lightning
Out of the blue
I fell for you.
Afraid to wonder
What comes next
A sympathetic shoulder
A face and a grace
Exceptionally tender
Where will we be
Next December
Out of the blue
Into the wilds
Of cyberloveland

Awakening

Awakening with new eyes prisms of diamonds
I see as if the curtains are opened, with fresh sight
A glorious golden sunshine washing as the tide
Over my reborn senses stretching, yawning,
A sniff of the salt sea air propels me to a new day.
Wondering what today will bring.
Wondering what the tide brought in.
Will it be yesterday's pain and pleasure.
Or a new adventure in a bright white world.
I'm lately prone to extremes of sensitivities
And dearth of dreams' cleansing activities
Putting ink to paper I struggle in vain.
Hiding in plain sight Gaze wanders
My books all around me.
On a shelf a soapstone incense burner
From Calcutta obtained.
A Chinese ceramic pot, blue and white
From a dynasty unnamed.
My thoughts swimming and swirling
Words not ready for birth
From the motherly muse of crystalline thought
Words in chaos, not easily captured.
Not a poet but still a dreamer
Poetry is from the attics of the mind
And the cellars of the soul.
I reach for my teacup, to scry in its amber pool
Any idea to wander near a hungry soul.
With the dawning realization that the bricks, sticks and dusty rubble of unformed stanzas
Lie in a heap in my mind.
No poems today
I return to my sleep, curtains closing, prism darkened.

Second Chance

I thought everyone deserved a second chance.
And was allowed to make a mistake.
I thought everyone got an opportunity.
To erase a painful heart-break.

I thought "Im sorry" were magical words.
Along with "I love You"
I thought I could melt your newly cold heart
And beg you take me back to you.

I thought we had plans for the future,
I put all my hopes and dreams in you.
I watched your name in my list with a tingling,
I took out your pics when I was feeling blue,

I still hear your voice as an echo,
Tenderly urging me "hang on", it's oookkk"
I thought I'd hear that voice once more
Giving me the strength and spirit
To fight on another day.

Now something happened and things fall apart.
I still don't understand.
I thought lovers quarrell and make up
Then walk together hand in hand.

I thought today, it was the worst,
Our chat was so depressing.
No matter how hard i tried to pull you up
I could feel you slipping, regressing.

Now I am an empty space
Where feelings go to die
I thought by now I'd be fulfilled
By your gentle grace,
And we'd be seeing eye to eye.

Now I sit and stare into space
And wonder what went wrong.
And sleep a dreamless sleep all day
My kids ask why I sleep so long

The passion and the blood has drained
Out of my lifeless form
I'm drifting like a boat without
An anchor in the storm.

You said "if I come back to you
If I visit just to feel you"
If is an unfair promise of hope and faith
And you know that to be true.

When I'm safely gone and you peek out
Of the door that on me you slammed.
No matter what your next fool does, just
Give him a second chance.

Stroll

We walk along the path
Ripples of sunbeams
Dancing; green so healing
Distant memories
Makes me wonder
About where the time went
And time is not real
Another day
The path again
Your hand in mine
Misty peaks ahead
We will walk this path
Again
In time or no time
In the now time
Or the glow of the Dream Time
When the
Green turns yellow
And Purple dusk descends
We walk together forever

Disturbance

What can we do to save you
You
The kid in the back of the bus
With the
Empty eyes
Creating a disturbance
Showing your ignorance
No surprise
Hey Time to grow up
Life isn't fair
That's no reason
For you not to care
It's too late for you
That's what Im thinking
Save you we must
But some kids are just bad
And you I don't trust
Now
Get offa this bus

I May Not Be

I may not be the most happy man
But before my life is thru
I want to spend that life
Being happy with you.

I may not be the funniest man
But before my life is thru
I want to spend that life
Laughing and joking with you.

I may not be the richest man
But before my life is thru
I want to spend that life
Buying nice things for you.

I may not be the most loving man
But before my life is thru
I want us to make love,
Many nites the whole nite thru

I may not be a the best looking man
But before my life is thru
U will come to see me as a handsome man
By the way that I treat you.

I must then, be a lucky man,
Coz before my life is thru
I'll have had the greatest fortune
Of being in love with you.

POEM FOR THE OPEN ROAD

Please Please
Tell me the story
Of who has trod upon your
Crackled asphalt
Your memory is long but locked
In your parched pavement,
As I gaze toward your unseen horizons
I drift into a daydream trance.
In this state is revealed to me
A video of your memory
A photo of past reality
(I am the open road)
I see when you were born
A trail used by the indigenous.
To join holy places.
(I don't know where I start)
I see the trail broadened
By axe wielding settlers
(And I don't know where I'm going)
I see dust clouds billow
From stage coach team horses,
Carrying women in blue dresses
To prairie destinations
(I just go on and on and on)
I see the farmers' wagons
Groaning and rumbling
(Forever forward, forever flowing)
I see the schoolchildren
Laughing and running
(I am a river)
I see stately houses
Built up all around you.
(Of sad memories)
I see towns and big cities
Connect and bisect you.
(To get where you're going)
I see you covered with
Rain snow and heat swelters.
(You must follow me)
I see you in blue skies
In sweet days of brightness.
(And when you arrive)
I hear the mocking birds
In the shade trees by your sides.
(At your final destination)
I hear the crickets' songs
In the cool nights of starlight.
(I'll carry you back )
I hear the whining of cars
And the pale hum of buses,
(In the other direction)
From faraway places,
The passengers hearts
(And pay me no mind)
Bursting with promises.
I see a ragged torrent of poor
(As you travel along)
Migrants traversing you.
With dust on their faces,
(My crackled asphalt was made)
But proud as the richest.
Gold hopes for the future,
(To be trampled upon)
All on this open road.
(I am the open road)

LOVE STILLBORN

You were the only one I knew
Who could hear the melody
Behind my song
Who could see the joy
Behind my frown
Who was always there
Thru good times and blue.
Who could understand
My silly verse
And believed in me
And forced me to write
Who often stayed with me
Deep into the night.
Who stayed with me
For better or worse.
Who was always waiting
With a hug.
And a caring word
And a light heart tug.

One day when the light of love
Blessed me with an understanding
And on my soul
Alit a snow white dove.
And all the world was bright
And all the children danced.
At what I thought the beginning
Of a long time romance?
But fate and chance must have conspired,
For this is what next transpired.
I saw that all I had been feeling
Was onesided, illusion, and
It left me reeling
Now my heart is overwhelmed
With black contusions
And more than a little confusion.
Now my soul is lost and alone,
I have no anchor,
I am without a home.
Or any desire even to move.
Or think or feel , or cry or smile.
Such is a mortal wound.
When and if my heart ever heals.
My mind will know that
Your reasons are real
And practical as you say you are.
Perhaps your memory
Will help me thru a
Dark and miserable night or two.
But never will your voice I hear
Without a surreptitious tear.
And I'll try to forget that
All those words
Were warm in form
But the meaning empty and cold
Behind the warmth.
Too eager was I to take them
Into my heart
Though they were never intended
As expressions of love from the start.
I should have taken all the hints.
Now I'm just another dumped prince.

Love stillborn let the dying commence.
Bring out the mourners
The flowers, the incense.
Im sorry I'm sorry
I have to repeat
Love cannot happen on a one way street.
Maybe love belongs in the alley or gutter
Now I'm not sure there will ever be another.
The ladies of Singapore are truly my curse.
What starts for the better, ends up for worse.

Angeline

How freely your soul pours out
The praises of the Creator,
Showing all His majesty !
How you have opened the window
Of my heart and door of my mind
To greet the sunshine of eternal bliss
And banish the dusty darkness within !
Let me follow Him through you.

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