Love Poetry
Joined Forces.
Like a moment melting
To suspended time,
Like a thousand fireworks
But they’re all mine.
Like a fresh, midnight dip
In a special soothing river,
Like an ice hot poker
To make my spine shiver.
Like the comfiest pillow,
With a gentle, cosy touch
Like the wind rushing through
Stirring magic and such.
Like two halves of a bubble
Forming to make one,
Like two sparks that make a fire,
Burning second to none.
That close, uniting feeling
Which brings us unique bliss –
The pleasure and the power
Of that perfect, tender kiss.
Why You?
Could it be your smile
Because just one in the morning
Changes the mood of my whole day?
Could it be your laughter
Because just the very sound
Makes me more content than I can ever say?
Could it be your eyes
Because just one teary glance
And I melt right into them, it seems?
Or could it be your face
Because just the very image is
My own perfect picture from my dreams?
Perhaps it is your heart
Because just one touch of kindness
Leaves me riding high and happy on cloud nine.
Perhaps it is your spirit
Because just the very presence
‘Wakens me and I’m so thankful that you’re mine.
Perhaps it is your drive
Because just one astute effort
Sparks off my own passions for life’s endeavour.
Or perhaps it is your gentleness
Because just the very way you hold me
Means I so want to hold you back forever.
Or maybe it’s simply because you’re you,
You’re so open and honest, so real, so true,
So I know we’ll always be together.
Published: 2000 by Poetry Now in ‘In This Lifetime’.
Hands of Time.
These are the hands that are missing you.
These are the hands that hold my face in pain.
These are the hands that haven't touched you for a while.
These are the hands that write to you instead.
These are the hands that count the days 'till my return.
These are the incomplete hands without yours entwined.
These are the hands that need to hold you.
These are the hands always outspread to you.
Wherever they are.
These are the hands coming back to you.
These are the hands that will hold your face in joy.
These are the hands that will touch you once more.
These are the worn hands by Time.
These are the hands that need count no more.
These are the complete hands when in yours.
These are the hands that will finally hold you.
These are MY hands, and always open to you.
For these are the hands of Love.
A Good Time To Remind You How Special You Are
I want to roll you up in a rainbow,
I want to catch you in a cloud.
I want to tell the whole world about you
From a mountain top out loud.
I'd like to drench you with the sun's glow,
I'd like to put you with the stars.
I'd like to splash you with the moonlight,
Just to show how special you are.
I need to thank the Universe for you,
I need to love you in my way.
I need to tell you that I'm glad you're you -
On this, and every day.
The Understudy
His arrow grew mould in a cupboard,
His bow rusted out in the cold,
And he lay still in the Heavens -
For Cupid was growing old.
No more did young lovers meet,
Kindling passion, precious and dear.
No more did the old rediscover
The love of yesteryear.
So arose the youthful Stavin,
The prophecised saviour of Earth.
So long Cupid's Understudy,
Now to bring love its rebirth.
And faithful Stavin had learnt well,
With each lover he chose and blessed,
He spread Love over Hate once more and restored
His Master's world's happiness.
To be published by United Press shortly
For Her
Weary times,
Days a blur,
But happy blur
Because of her.
A parachute,
Supporting me,
Not thwarting me,
Important she.
Changing times,
I'm moving on,
I'm doted on,
And I am one.
A healing drink,
To help me mend,
And her I'll mend,
Eternal friend.
Improving times,
Bliss attention,
Her attention,
Our affection.
A key figure,
Sweetness above.
Hopeful above
For her love.
Now I Know What Love Is.
It fills the hole in the heart,
The need of the mind.
It's the greatest power
That the soul can find.
It's that final missing piece
In the jigsaw of life.
It's the internal getaway
From daily pain and strife.
Now I Know What Love Is.
It's the found and never lost,
It's the sun and not the rain.
It's the knowledge that through thick and thin
It's strength will still remain.
The feeling of new confidence
As you look at love's warm face
Is the strong feeling of being loved
And returning love's embrace.
Now I Know What Love Is.
It's the long lonely nights
When love is miles away,
Yet deep in thoughts and dreams
It's so close within to stay.
It's the laughter and the tears
And the memories so rare.
It's the giving and the taking
Of tender loving care.
Now I Know What Love Is.
It's the icing on the cake,
It's Emotion's ruling king.
It's the sky that's never black,
It's the world, it's everything.
It's the brightest, glowing colours
And never one shade less.
It's this poem's ceaseless fuel...
It's what words still can't express.
Now I Know What Love Is.
Si Propius Stes te Capiet Magis*
To stay or to go?
The to or the fro?
Move close, make the most,
Or step back from the flow?
Where is the point
Where two hearts must disjoint?
My own mind cannot tell,
But what else to appoint?
To release or to grip?
To knot or to snip?
Is the effort still worth it?
To mend or just rip?
To stay or to go?
The to or the fro?
The answer will come,
But just now I don't know.
* If you stand nearer it will attract you more.
Sleeping Beauty.
Curled like a cat, asleep, so fine,
Why are you mine?
Cute and happy, asleep carefree,
Why come to me?
Soft sweetness in your face so rife,
Why my life?
Such gentle tones and skin so pearled,
Why my world?
Given to me, to share your bliss,
Why is this?
And you will live, when you awake,
For my sake.
So what do I do, with the beauteous you?
Just love you?
I do.
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Email: jonathan@poeticjustice.co.uk
