ah!
that time of year once more,
the expectations to do this, buy that,
begin to tickle and murmuringly gnaw.
should there be roses, and if so could they all be red,
or fragrant petals strewn all across the bed,
with some catnip on the side, pretty please and with sugar,
and dollops of whipped cream,
for that,
I do know,
would be my old cat’s Valentines Day dream … … …
( for Scully 1999 – 2016 )
Infinite tendrils,
weave exquisite patterns,
forming an immaculate, delicate sheaf,
while morning’s dew whispers,
tales of forgotten woes,
left scribbled on every leaf.
Murmurs float gently,
across solitary trees,
to distant forests deep and dense,
teasing the waving grasses,
while coquettishly inflaming every sense.
Listen! For the murmurs whisper to us all,
listen carefully,
as the whispers recall,
the crushed memories of the lovers’ call.
Listen!
For the whispering leaf shares,
a story that may travel,
to you, to me,
if we still our minds,
and,
gaze upon each leaf,
if we can be hush,
if we can still marvel.
Searching,
in the debris of the past,
scraps of casually discarded emotion.
Searching,
in hastily trashed yesterdays,
an inkling of moments flung away.
Searching,
in heaps of rubbished words,
that tiresome sigh of defeated thought.
Searching,
in the layers of moulted skin
the wilting self that once was true.
Searching,
in the reflections between the ripples,
for the whispered pangs of roaring desire.
Searching,
in the blank eyes streaming endlessly,
an echo of the faintest sigh of new life.
Searching,
Searching,
Searching … … …
feelings, ragged,
splintered, sandpapered,
velveteen gentleness,
swirling tongues of fire,
serenading sensuous brushstrokes,
on canvas,
whirling, afloat,
on an old bridge not far from where she used to live,
rising,
imbued with life,
a symphonic crescendo, of shared heartbeats,
fading between notes, entwined,
an orchestral rising,
conducting passion,
electric sparks flaming into musical echoes,
at the precipice,
beyond the rains, of dazzling rainbow hues,
lost in void, eternally,
scalding the depths of rhyme, ravaged by the endless song and dance and mime,
pleading,
for a prolonged, privileged, generous bouquet of shared time … … …
Tempestuous waves lashing,
weather-beaten shores of being,
smashing cliffs,
futile defences.
Feeling erosion,
within,
gentle,
gradual,
incessant,
donning my armour,
shielding me,
from cold,
wet waters of fate,
until now.
Armour pock-marked,
battle-fatigue claws at my throat,
a once orchestral crescendo of promise,
now jangling chords of dissonance,
beating deep inside my heart,
yet, yet,
stemming the cacophonous onslaught,
surrendering to the inevitability of change,
knowing, knowing,
that from the jagged rocks of memories,
from the frigid waters of destiny,
from the dissonance of infinite chords,
there always is,
as there always shall be,
the promise of a new symphony … … …
H O P E
A L W A Y S
Embers fade,
disappearing into the hushed night…
Petals wither,
falling on the soft grass…
Words pale,
obscured by the anguish within…
Faces blur,
dimmed by the galloping years…
Kisses lose,
the urgency of those bygone depths…
Feelings recede,
lying dormant in shielded vaults…
Love loses,
fatigued after numberless skirmishes…
Pain flees,
seeking new wounds to inflict…
Scars remain,
sentinels against,
the dilution of memory.
‘smile’, she said with a wink,
‘smile’.
I smiled.
‘kiss me’, she said, pulling me close to her cinnamon lips.
‘kiss me’.
I kissed her.
‘I’m happy’, she whispered, her warm breath in my ear.
‘I am whole’, I whispered to her,
and to myself:
‘I am whole’.
talkin’ Valentines Day bluesy blues … … …
no more cotton-candy floss, away with the veneer,
banish the gloss,
i don’t want it if it ain’t real,
if it doesn’t make me sing,
cry, if it doesn’t make me feel,
lose the smile,
painted on, all the while, tearing up inside,
where i crawl away to hide,
so get rid of the flotsam, the jetsam,
the crap we shovel each day,
making a living,
absorbing the uncouth words the bosses say,
cos’ I’m sick of this parade, this grand jury, this empty soulless charade,
of the fun and games, win, win, win, or be a loser,
and end up in ashes burnt by the flames,
take me away, lock me up somewhere far, away from the booze, the broken hearts, the asphalt, far from the melting tar,
i can’t breathe here no more,
with your cocktailed mocktails,
your canapes and your fluff,
i swear i don’t need any of this stuff,
so stuff it all and lets flee these concrete walls, closing in as dawn and dusk falls,
night in and night out,
i don’t want it no more, i want out …
… away from this city of gold,
where hearts are strung out in the cold,
and once a year chocolate shaped candies are sold,
and the lovers cling onto the fragile lives they tenuously hold,
i am tired of these fake verandahs,
faux-fur, purple blouses, brown shirts, club soda,
neatly trashed in recycled eco-friendly bags,
i want something real,
something truly true,
so c’mon girl,
take a chance on me,
i will have all of you,
far away we’ll flee,
where birds still sing free,
where we can be,
what we want to be … … …
The Saga of Romeo & Juliet on Valentines Day
that day of the year once more
the zombie-apocalypse-horde descend
foaming through aisles in this-or-that store.
they seek, perhaps, absolution for ‘that one time’ and, of course ‘those’ other times before
when you felt the splintering of your very core
while he mumbled apologies that sliced through your bone | your flesh like a saw
so, yes, it is ‘that’ day of the year once more
the cat’s night to sashay through the front door
knowing only too well she’ll find me right here looking the grumpy old bored boar
and now look who’s purrring like 1-coolcat flopsilly sinking to her majesterial floor
“oh please not the ‘I’m really not into valentines day blah de blah’, you old boar!”
that unwipeawayable smile seems to say
“who loves kitty hmm who loves kitty”
by then as was with the Borg
resistance is futile
so you flopsilly flop down next to her
and as she permits you to you to brush the now “greying-cos’ of oldage” lil’ hairs under her teensy furrry chin
you begin to hum a tune,
‘Romeo & Juliet’ oh yes that 80’s Dire Straits song …
“… and he says …
‘you & me, babe …
how ‘about it …”
“Romeo & Juliet”
Written by Mark Knopfler
From the Dire Straits’ studio album ‘Making Movies’
Released on 17 October 1980
Lyrics
“… A lovestruck Romeo sings the streets a serenade
Laying everybody low with a love song that he made
Finds a streetlight steps out of the shade
Says something like you and me babe how about it?
Juliet says hey it’s Romeo you nearly gimme me a heart attack
He’s underneath the window she’s singing hey la my boyfriend’s back
You shouldn’t come around here singing up at people like that
Anyway what you gonna do about it?
Juliet the dice were loaded from the start
And I bet and you exploded in my heart
And I forget I forget the movie song
When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong, Juliet?
Come up on different streets they both were streets of shame
Both dirty both mean yes and the dream was just the same
And I dreamed your dream for you and now your dream is real
How can you look at me as if I was just another one of your deals?
Well you can fall for chains of silver you can fall for chains of gold
You can fall for pretty strangers and the promises they hold
You promised me everything you promised me thick and thin, yeah
Now you just say oh Romeo yeah you know I used to have a scene with him
Juliet when we made love you used to cry
You said I love you like the stars above I’ll love you till I die
There’s a place for us you know the movie song
When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong Juliet?
I can’t do the talk like they talk on TV
And I can’t do a love song like the way it’s meant to be
I can’t do everything but I’d do anything for you
I can’t do anything except be in love with you
And all I do is miss you and the way we used to be
All I do is keep the beat and bad company
All I do is kiss you through the bars of a rhyme
Julie I’d do the stars with you any time
Juliet when we made love you used to cry
You said I love you like the stars above I’ll love you till I die
There’s a place for us you know the movie song
When you gonna realize it was just that the time was wrong Juliet?
A lovestruck Romeo sings the streets a serenade
Laying everybody low with a love song that he made
Finds a convenient streetlight steps out of the shade
Says something like you and me babe how about it? “
_________
you good people have yourselves a special valentines day too!
💙
unashamed mush ,
drowning in your eyes, tongue-tied,
you said i was a lush,
intoxicated by you, was i,
but instead i lied,
calling you my pineapple crush,
when all along i was afflicted,
addicted,
with nowhere left to hide,
adrift in the swirling sea of your love,
and though,
tempus fugit,
time flies,
i still feel that rush,
gazing into the ocean of your eyes,
reducing me still,
today,
into an unabashed lush,
so forgive me this scribble,
this ode to you,
and all this unashamed mush … … …
be my valentine ... ?
Valentines Day Redux … … …
ah!
that time of year once more,
the expectations to do this, buy that,
begin to tickle and murmuringly gnaw.
should there be roses, and if so could they all be red,
or fragrant petals strewn all across the bed,
with some catnip on the side, pretty please and with sugar,
and dollops of whipped cream,
for that,
I do know,
would be my cat’s Valentines Day dream … … …
✌✊👍🐹
So, the frenzied hunt is on,
for that perfect gift,
that unique something,
for that special someone.
Heart-shaped chocolates,
diverse species of stuffed animals,
gold and silver anklets,
carefully trimmed bouquets,
painstakingly worded cards,
gift vouchers, moonlit dinners,
cruises, picnics, breakfasts in bed.
Gosh, I’ve got to run,
I’ve just thought of exactly,
exactly what my cat will love…
Scribbled Verse 
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