Mar 26, 2009

Writers Soul

A SOUL FOR MY SOUL

To win and not lose is my way
Bit my gal is not Winnie
O` live and learn every single day
My gals name is indeed Olive

Plays and poetry appeal to me in a way
But none I find matches my wit
My smart has won me lots of admiration
But I thought its cos I was handsome

Ok, my handsomeness earned me a smart gal
Don’t argue on that Olive!
I keep too still that’s my only downside
I think, I read, I write

I have a cheque-book tomorrow I will cash one Billion
I’m serious, I’m daftly serious
I’m taking my gal on holiday to Israel
And maybe we’ll find God

We’ll go on a journey through who we are
And finally maybe our souls will become sole.




YOU AND ME
(In the face of a storm)

In failing you I failed myself
And thus;
Like two climbing plants
Our twirled tendrils together entwined

Rising high above the canopy of love
My stalk made weak by numerous storms
I swayed, swung and fell
Bringing you down with me

Yet you my true beloved
Held on me and overlooked my weakness
And in true devotion
You shared with me your strength

In your strength I became strong
You lifted me up and gave me hope
You taught me again
How to stand and how to be firm

What a great lesson
From my greatest of all
If I hold on you and share in you faith
You and me cease to be two but one

My truest strength in the face of a storm





MINES IN THE FIELD OF LOVE

I stepped on mine
In this field of love
Loaded with kegs of emotions
I was I blown, I fell and fractured my heart
And with only one doctor
Who could treat to heal
I vowed to search for her
And with all the pain in my heart
I could still picture her in my mind

Courage and faith became my friend
Who helped me along
Down the slope and up the hills
Every single creek I searched
Finding none and my heart almost in parts
I walked back to where it all began
And lo! And behold
One million and one
Physicians of all infirmities
All standing and begging to attend to me
And there, just as I had pictured in my mind
Our eyes met and my heart healed just then




TRIUMPH
(In the field of love)

Whereupon I fell last
And fractured my heart
I stumbled again and fell
And bruised my arm

Oh what tough luck
In this field of love
But knowing in this fields
Grew healing plants

I hurried past turnips and roses
Of what use to me
Would their petals be?
I looked beside cedars and pines

And there stood this solitary tree
Lush with beautiful leaves
And as I broke its leaves
I inhaled of its sweet scent

It healed me in a second
And then it occurred to me
I had to myself the Olive
And it was such sweet triumph



FINDING MYSELF
..was finding you.

A beautiful smile
Where there was a frown
Clasped hands
Where one arm hung

A chuckled laugh
From tickled nerves
Intrigued eyes
From charmed mind

Keen ears
For a shared story
Confidence up
Where esteem was low

Creative jokes
From a dancing spirit
Bubbly energy
From joyous motions

A face of hope
To radiate the world
A pure heart
Bred in the calmest confidence.




THE MUTUAL HEARTACHE

I have a heart-ache
To show for my soul-mate
It feels like an incessant itch
It burns like a flaming hear kiss

I have a heart-ache
From too hard throbbing of my heart
Acquired from this hug I received
From my woman who I had missed

Her hug makes my whole body quake
And a touch from this fairy-like miss
Does to me what the sun does to the arctic
This age old heart-ache
Is to us mutually shared
It sways, breaks and precipitates
In surging storms of emotions
Rising in waves so high to wash us
Down to the sandy beaches where we lay
Our mutual heart-ache soothed.



WHAT I GAVE THE WORLD

A million words of wisdom
A thousand smiles to free you
A shining star to guide
Encouraging words to strengthen you
I’ve brought colour to this world
Infinite knowledge to draw on
From self arrest I’ve freed you
From system arrest I bailed you
And like Leonardo Da Vinci
I walk with such grace you watch me
I’m so fresh and clean
They’re studying me to help reduce emissions
And you know what I heard the boys saying
They want to be me when they grow up
Little gals almost fighting
They want a big wedding with me when they grow up
And cute gals my age
They want my genes in their kids
Yet it’s so far from over
Kinda makes me feel like I’m too great for this world
Oh how I’m generous to this world

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