Poems

This page is a collation of my poems published on this blog. I am not a poet and certainly do not claim to be. I just want to try my hand at it. It may be cringe-worthy bad or it may just make a tiny ounce of sense, but no matter. It is all for good fun.



HOW LOVELY WOULD IT BE IF HE READS A POEM EVERY NIGHT TO ME

A sudden thought just came to me
How lovely would it be?
To lay on the outstretched arm of my lover
And in the other he holds a book of poems.

Instead of fairy tales, he reads to me
In a gentle lilting voice:
A poem about love, war, death, beauty
His droll accents lulling me to

Enter a dreamland in which
He and I would forever remain together
Wild, free and sleeping on a bed
Of foliage so green, so soft

Where we lay every night, my head
On his arm and his lips so close to my head,
As he whispers ever so gently
Lyrical words crafted by someone (or him).

Something intrudes my dream!
The whispers turned into peals of
Wailing bells, too too too mechanical,
What is my lover turning into?

O for *blip* sake, nothing but my beeping alarm.
Snatching me from my lover’s arm.
Shut up shut up, tossed my bolster aside (he vanishes).
Rudely awakened. Sigh. Will he visit me tonight?

- 2 April 2014


ESCAPE FROM FEARSOME HIM

In the dawn of the light of the night
I wipe my hands down the side of my gown
Waiting patiently and tirelessly
For him, my knight, to come
Pick me up and sweep me off
To the pitch black night and away
From this tiresome gruesome place

Leave not my heart my soul here
Take my everything with you
Leave this barren place barren, sorrow perhaps
But never leave me here without you
Come my knight I am waiting
My palms perspired yet again
Where are you my dear my saviour?

Again I wipe away the perspiration
My heartbeat beats twice faster
Lightness overcomes me and weakens
The resolve as I waited less patiently
The time is almost up when suddenly
I hear footsteps nearing, my breath snared
Is it him my knight finally come to take me away?

Alas poor unfortunate soul
It is not the light that I waited for
But the one that I plan on leaving
Sorrowful in this tiresome gruesome barren place
It is him I am in want of escape
It is him that I fear and loathe
The fearsome him

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