as we walked the beach
the pink skies softened the tide
and smoothed lines in our faces....
your hand reached out to mine
to touch a girl you once knew
Enter a storybook tale
Where I can be
The heroine you hail
Lucid dreams of soft reflection
A touch heated with lust and desired protection
A breathe a gasp as we succeed
Join the fairytale with me
Valiant night within dark eyes
the right movement and I make them shine
like moonlight on the steamy hot spring
care to follow for a little dip with me
Trailing like the water at my fingertips
Grasp me around my hips
As close as the breeze on my skin
Whisper lies as I let you in
Lips mumbling up my thighs
bare heart exposed to the sky
fire burning in my veins
Am I a mistress of this lust or simply a slave
Trembling with desire
Take me till we've lost count of the hours
enter this storybook tale
Where I can be the heroine you hail
There's something unspecific about the autumn nights
A certain shade of color that uplifts my inner child's eyes
Beside a cashmere moon Venus and Jupiter shine bright
Complimented by a sea of blinking infinite twilight
The scent of burning oak lingers in the air from home made fires
Reminiscent of a time when this man was just a child
Careless and so free to dream and any dream to live
Like feathers floating across a field carried by the wind
As a gentle breeze blows through the leaves shivering delightful gloom
Unlike flowers of springtime the disheveled autumn vibrance bloom
Leaves crackle beneath my feet along the skeleton tree path
Where I try to find my peace or a song to make me laugh
The air is so much crisper and also soothing when I breathe it in
Underneath a starry sky and brighter constellations of Heaven
Amidst the trail I pass a lovely couple holding hands
While their children run aside frolicking in a playful dance
An old man and his wife admire the view from a wooden bench
With smiles on their face as if nostalgia is still their closest friend
Its these specific autumn affects that bring me sorrows and joy
Reminding me of all theses things Ive wanted as a man since I was a little boy
Its times like these that I wish I wasn't always so alone
Because I would light an fire with my family and call it home
Generous nature nurturing our plants and family too
Altruism sprinkled with lots of hopes and loving care
Reaching for the sun and spreading warmth to many souls
Daffodils her Springtime flower pushing through the ground
Energetic grandchildren are fertilized with play
Neila My Forever Love, The Gardener of My Dreams
©2013 Rick Zablocki
Written September 8, 2013
Hey dear lover
Can you make me a believer in another
We both know that it's killing us this way
'Cause the ends of the earth still move
And the falling leaves dance in circles
All around you
Cutting holes in the paper
On which I write this letter
Saying, "I really hope that this gets better"
For the sake of involved
Before this binding resolution gets resolved
But I don't mind chasing thunder
Through the darkest nights
But if I never find the light
Then I just might lose my sight, over you
But what's the use
You've only caused me more and more abuse
That's why I write this letter
Saying, "why'd I ever think that it'd get better"
Old bells chime clear in the night air;
Bats fly low and swoop on the *tare.
It’s wrong of me to hold your hand?
In the last of sun’s rays, gold band.
A white mist rolls in from the sea;
It shrouds and cloaks you and me.
I can drown in your corn blue eyes;
Your gaze is where all my hope lies.
Crops sway in the air on firm stem;
Ripe on the cream stalks which bear them.
Our love we do not speak of alone
But we are ripe in our age and one.
Weeds had grown in all of our lives,
dictate direction of our drives.
Dedicated to my husband, Ben.
*Tare [Pronounced ter]: In the Bible, a weed found growing among crops, usually considered to be darnel.
Darnel: Any of several usually weedy ryegrasses (genus Lolium)
Rhyming couplets chased by an un-rhymed couplet.
Each dawn, the cold steps back a pace,
And in the lengthening light the tender green steals up
Through the retreating ice and snow
As the lands rise fresh and free from the deathlike sleep again,
To play the full young mother dressed out in life itself,
Strolling through the warming, waxing sun.
Growth and generation give the lie
To the empty time so short before
Everything renewed proclaims its exoneration from stasis
And beauty runs riot, freed from its long waiting
To declare its immortality again.
And for he and she love grows anew
In the hopes reborn in the spring's thaw
The heart's slow healing gathers force with the blooming
As they pull the threads of their lives back together,
Sewing them closer with trust and forgiveness,
Going on again in the thousand-odd ways
That make a single life of two.
Love trumpets again its smug triumph
Through the wakening world,
For it too is one of the old, strong forces,
The one that holds together what would fain break itself apart
To its own rack and ruin;
The ultimate surgeon,
Healing with slow steely cuts
Cauterizing the strangely sweet wells of pain
With unquenchable fire
Walk with me
the water's edge,
when the sun
and sea have met...
Our shadow's long,
the day is gone,
but it's not
dark just yet...
A kiss, and passion
fills our souls,
as the beauty
of the night unfolds...
- in silhouette,
we share the stars
beyond the sunset...
Copyright © 2011
Wrapped close, in implacable, bitter embrace,
The winter grips the land and holds it immobile,
The cat upon its mouse.
Stripped bare and glazed with stony ice
Ashudder beneath a slatecloud sky
That drops its snow in a hush of crowding dimness,
A white leaden mantle
Is lain over empty fields, piling 'round the trunks of skeletal trees
Standing soberly and waving their bony branches in the frozen air
The twilight days light a world now comatose,
Drawn in against the cold and huddled like
Some invalid giant shorn of all his strength,
Lying stretched half slain across the firmament
Gazing into nothing with a distant blank stare
As scattered carrion birds wheel against a wan canvas,
Those two in their little house circle 'round as well,
Moving without purpose through the events of their lives
As the cold outside seeps into the rooms
Invading their thoughts
To make them tremble
Shaken in the blindness of their desperation,
And though the fire blazes orange-warm in the hearth,
Defending this inside space from the day's deep gloom,
Autumnal sorrows have collected in the silence
And worn their hearts weary with cares,
And thus the spirit's wounds have festered and widened,
Filling with the poison of despair.
Soft sparks the glow of the fire makes in his tired eyes,
Reflecting wild fears that her love is lost;
They dance in his mind, stabbing with a pain
That knows no cure.
Long the time he just looks at her,
This life that chose to be with him always,
And he sees that
The hurt that came between,
He cannot bear that she leave him
Condemned to go on without her,
Her thoughts for him are much the same,
Though she says it not.
Yet when at last he reaches out across the table
And takes her hand in his,
She looks up, and for one long moment
They two become the lone human pair
In all of space and time,
And in one another's moist crystalline gaze
They read a deep sweet tale
In a language without words.
And something breaks
In that moment when she gently folds
Her delicate fingers over his,
Looking down again with a schoolgirl smile
Spreading irresistable over her face.
Outside, in the blackness of the star-shot night,
And waters run clear beneath the snow.
Love is my nest.
It holds me
where all the world I see.
It saves me
from the ground
which my soul will never meet.
Up in a forest tree
hunters scattering in threes
they'll never catch me
I have love.
I am perfectly happy.
relaxed I am
I do not stress
for there isn't life
without my nest.
who cares what's below?
I am above.
love is my nest
My nest is my love.
bulb, pit, core, root
I like to keep them out of my boot.
entrance, exit, port, hatch
I have one made of thatch.
candy, sweets, pie, cake
Those are what I eat and bake.
rescue, help, assist, recover
Someone to save I will discover.
hitched, matched, wedded
This is one thing I've always dreaded.
Open Your Eyes and See
Open your eyes and see
it was you that was made for me
so hold out you arms and cuddle me
let me lean on you and you lean on me
we will last until infinity
Open your eyes and see
just what you mean to me
take my hand and lets go off to wonderland
course your my one and only man
so baby please open your eyes and see
only you mean the world to me
my one and only true fantasy
the sweetest man ill ever meet
so open your eyes and see
oh baby its me so open your heart to a brand new start and
set it free course only your love romances me so give me a kiss
and don't dare miss course every day your sure to reminisce
open your eyes and see just how much you mean to me
i don't need you leaving me
Lonely Heart aka Sherell Crumpton
How beautiful it was when the sun shone
And I walked with you,my dear husband, through the gardens.
How happy I was to sit with you by the lake
and to hear the water from the fountain splash.
It's our our favourite music now we cannot visit the sea
To hear the tide rush in,then fall sucking on the shingley beach.
But I see it in my minds eye.
Aldeburgh,the fishing boats go out at sunrise.
I awoke early and saw the sun across the sea
and the boats setting out in the soft light.
Dunwich,the heath filled with birds
the cliff and the beach where sometimes one can find marble
from one of the many churches washed away by the encroaching sea.
And Southwold,the marsh so quiet I heard crickets.
We went across the Blyth in the rowing boat
And saw the place from which our picture of Walberswick was painted...
If only life could be captured,slowed, for a few minutes
for us to receive the beauty and hear the sound of the sea
The everlasting music of the heart
as the daisy petal drops silver dew
on the green moss carpet down below
little buds budding far and few
drinking and sipping as it grew
tiny mass of mosstly plush
stilled the patter of feet in rush
tiny rodent playful mouse
running home to mousey spouse
feet wet with dampened dew
over tiny landscape flew
loving whiskers touching nose
twitching twitterly happy prose
home and heart safe and sound
under brush within a mound
home is where the hearts do meet
at the end of wet tracks of little feet
Moss softly = mosstly
Twitterly = twitter happily
Out for a walk we get caught
in an early winters storm.
"It hurts me to see you cringe
I don’t want any part of you to lose its form."
I take my coat off,
and gently place it over your shoulders.
In defiance I bravely face the cold.
and say, “Baby it’s you that gives me the shivers!”
We are half way home and;
you say, “Honey please take your coat back?”
I just pull you in close,
and give your lips a smack!
There was magic in our kiss,
on that special Winter’s day.
It just felt right.
I knew true love had come my way.
The heat from your mouth warmed me,
and your tongue spoke not having said a word.
There wasn't a sound except two beating hearts.
And one chirping bird.
You moved it,
so lovingly well.
Again without speaking;
your tongue had a story to tell.
It touched me,
and literally put words in my mouth.
The temperature started rising,
a northward heat from our loins’ south.
It was a moment
frozen in space and time.
I wanted to take you right there,
and listen to the bells of loves chime.
There is a magical noise;
when I hear your moans of sweet surrender.
And your groans are the sound;
that makes my heart thunder.
The passion is too much;
I push you up against a tree.
Only then do I break the kiss,
so I can proclaim my love for thee.
The passion of it all;
I wanted to last forever.
I knew I had to do something;
It was now or never.
Then there is a flash,
and a mighty boom!
It wakes me up in your arms.
We fell asleep in the living room.
Oh how I wanted to tell you,
about this beautiful dream.
I convince you to come out in the cold.
Then you ask why; “I say to make you scream!”
We walk talk
and play in the snow.
All the while I'm searching for that spot
so I can let you know.
“There it is;"
and tell you what I dreamt along the way.
We arrive; I get down on one knee
and begin to say;
“Yes, yes, yes
just put the ring on my finger!”
She then throws herself on top of me.
We hug, kiss, and I say, “Hello Mrs. Singer.”
"I'm glad you want to marry me
but what’s really in a name; for
“THE TITLE IS... WHAT YOU WANT IT TO BE!”
~I dedicate this poem to all that the hopes and dreams of love can bring to us all~
~ROGER CHAD SATNARINE 2015~