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where does love reside?

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they say love dwells in the heart
that red mysterious chamber
that pumps three billion times
if you are blessed to remain
for your three score year and ten
it’s so good to hear it beat
again and again and again
that reassuring thud in your chest
until the day comes
when you know that your heart
might need an operation
or a little adjustment
or even a replacement
and one thing i guarantee
it will stop in the end
it’s a fickle friend indeed

if love resides in the heart
how can we ever say
that it out lives death and stays?
i want my true love
to dwell in a safer haven
to be carried life to life
if such a thing is possible
i don’t want to forget
i want to be able to find
those people i loved
by some imbedded instinct
the next time around
and hope i may find them sooner
to not waste a single heart beat

so pump away little heart
while you are healthy and whole
but don’t expect me to trust you
to look after love everlasting
or control my deepest feelings
i will keep my love
wrapped round my soul
entwined with my deeper being
soaked into my essence
my ethereal whole
and all that’s essential
to be existential
in some other future world
my soul is always with me

 

 

 

Demons

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they watched me
my familiar demons
always watched me
to seek a way in
setting their subtle
last minutes traps
never exactly a sin
more a delusion
or sudden mishaps

they watched me
i thought i knew them
pride before the fall
a deep need for freedom
self doubt and denial
no trust in love, no hope
faith always on trial
they used my own mind like a rope

they watch me now still
they don’t like what they see
i left their dark reach
i blocked up the breach
i am finally free to be
i follow my heart
they cant see in there
i don’t let them have the key

Mystified

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How do people fall in love?
Is it purely chemistry?
How does that work
When you can only feel an atmosphere?
Body language, eyes,
A smile at all the right moments.
But more than this it must be.
All meetings are by chance
So how is one more meaningful than another?
Instantly and mutual.
With friends it’s all we have in common
That makes and holds us, long or short,
But love? We fall before we even know.
The head may struggle to hold back
But the heart is already given,
And who can ignore the heart.
So without a metaphor or rhyme
I ask myself these questions.
The older I grow the less I really know.
No certainties any more.
I am mystified.
My heart is not.

There is a Love, Like No Other

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There is a love, like no other
I try to find the words to tell
It swells the heart
And swims in the throat

A golden burst
Both high and deep
More than passion
It glows, not burns

Soft and wild
Sublime embrace
That reaches out
Explodes, yet stays within

It reaches for the Universe
Strong and peaceful
Always growing, always huge
Yet dwells inside a human heart

Heart-long-leap
Boom-gush-torrent
Doors flung open
Wide and warm

No touch or kiss
Can quite express it
I need a word that says all this
But I can only call it Love

Christmas

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what do I think of Christmas?
let me think
deep
I want to tell the truth

when I was a child
it was carols,cards and Christmas bells
a big family
the ones now mostly dead
tales they told
magic filled my head

and a wish for snow

grown
I made a new family
with children of my own
a hearth and home
the house was full of friends,
music, love, childrens’ voices,
laughter, power cuts
as the village crashed the grid
we didn’t care
the fire and lanterns lit
magic light

and a wish for snow

it stayed that way for years
the table set
the kitchen hot
the windows steamed
my parents came to stay
I see it all on adverts now
happy children
the crowded table
the lovers special gift

the pretty sparking snow

now I sit in a house
with my mother
she is very old
thinking this may be her last
we talk about the past
Christmases before
I wasn’t even born
I keep the winter chill
from my heart

I think it’s sure to snow

I think of those
outside alone
no place to go
remind myself I’m lucky
it could be me

out there in the snow

River Daughter

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Oberon threw a web of stars
Titania washed it with the dew
Roses opened,
as they should

Gentle daughter of the Tamar
Titania sleeping, dreamed of you.
Oberon bought you here
to dance

He pulled you from the depths of river
Placed you on a marble bridge
Leaving all the rest
to chance

Puck is always quick to meddle
He loves to open lovers eyes
He pierced me
with his well aimed lance

The river never flowed so far
The world was never quite so new
All was peaceful
in the wood

Gentle daughter of the Tamar
Tender smile and heart that’s true
Magic shines
in all that’s good

Grief

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There are two kinds of grief
Grief for the living and grief for the dead
They each have their own paths
Both consume your heart and your head

There are two kind of lost love
One leaves you empty and one fills your heart
One by decision and one by decree
The love lost through death will never depart

Both are like poison, one brings its own cure
Grief for the dead brings transition and warmth
Grief for the living is cold, icy and pure
One fills the heart, the other leaves it empty

Hearts remember the love that they felt
But life is not intended for grieving
All grief and sorrow passes in time
The cure is to love those who are leaving

The Dreaming Path ~ a poem

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Entering this fantasy
Leave not the Grove
That is my home.
However far
You may roam
Walk straight ahead
To find me.
Let no dragon,
though he be fierce,
Bar you from this vision.

Ignore the bridge
That is not mine.
Turn right
Onto a dreaming path
Where woodlands grow
In beauty.
Walk on
Along the river bank.
The way across
Is secret.
Travel
In the midnight hour
To better see
The lighted way.

See the heavens
Crystal shine
Across the dreaming river
Where currents flow
In silence
And sunset glows
Forever.
You have the key
Inside your heart
The waters will not part us.