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The Ghost of Unrequited Love Past

Try as I might try
To give my heart the lie,
To move on and to survive,
My heart in yours has died
And ever there must lie,
Unless by love revived.

my dear, I truly fear
I’m not being quite sincere –
unrequited love
is a gift (for poets) from above.

I forget how you were gentle
when you hung upon my neck
as you strangled my self-pity
and left me a silent wreck –
what started out as witty
is waxing sentimental.

the fault, yes, every bit
is mine, I do admit:
my love is self-inflicted
yet still I can’t evict it.

forgive me for this mix
of sentimental tricks
and words but half meant;
allow me this old vent
for a mixed up head and heart
looking for where to start:

Try as I might try
To let by-gone be gone by,
Could I forget your eyes
And let by-gones be gone bys?


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Second Sight

there was someone
sitting on the bench
on the hill where
you said that you
sometimes sit
and I thought
that it might –
but it wasnʼt

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Sailing Song

The water’s flashing, the waves are lashing
The gulls are calling out to sea
The sun is glowing, the sails are blowing
But love, I’ll come again for thee
My love, I’ll come again for thee

The clouds are raining, the ropes are straining
The pitch black sky ignores my plea
The timber’s groaning, the wind is moaning
But love, I pledged to come for thee
My love, I pledged to come for thee

The bells are ringing, the children singing
A ship’s returning, proud and free
The air is sighing and flags are flying
My love, I’m coming back to thee
Oh love, I’m coming back to thee

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If only I could read those looks and smiles
As well as printed letters black and white,
Id cease to ask if wishful heart beguiles,
Or senseless eyes did read your gist aright.
But now your written words less clearer seem
And leave me floundring even more in doubt,
Like soldier pondring dark and shrouded dream
Before the battles din and roaring shout.
Uncertain dusk retreats before the dawn,
When deeds are done and faith no longer gropes
But sees. Or else the doomed lie down forlorn
Still far away from all their dreams and hopes.
—-No time to wonder, doubt or guess – my night
—-Is rapidly dissolving in your light.

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Love is blind

Your breath is like the dewy morning air
its clear and cooling scent invites sojourn
Your body smells of nectar sweet and rare
brought by the winged messenger of dawn
Your velvet skin forbids all but caresses
though soft to touch ’tis not too thin nor thick
Your supple smooth and vibrant hair in tresses
oft smells of orchard fruit when ripe to pick
Your voice a polyphonic tingling brings my ear;
the way of friendship you with kind words pave
Your singing sways all nature gathered here
to hear your glorious undulating wave
To miss your beauty, loving ways and kindness
all other men’s affliction must be blindness

This poem was an experiment in writing a petrarchan sonnet with auditory, tactile and olfactory blazon (instead of the typically visual style often found in descriptions of women in love poetry)

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