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Longing

Longing
Waiting, hoping
Heart slowly dying
Memories re-fuelling forgotten dreams
Yearning

Longing
Wistfully awaiting
Dreams to stir
Prayers to be answered
Caring



Penned 18 December 2014


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Loneliness

People milling around I  do not notice them, 
my face is turned to hide my loneliness,
Am walking in my own despair
No one else intrudes on my thoughts of 
"How they were"
 

Days, months, years when  love mattered
Loneliness was just a word
One word amongst many not used, thought absurd
Now I live this word

My heart is broken Feelings are numb
Trying to be the person I once was
People see my dimpled smile
Cannot see the ripped up emotions
Of reality.

Loneliness is an illness
Medication cannot cure
Non viral yet can spread easily
Prolific between young people
The elderly also.

Symptoms
Eyes are looking dead
Face looking down
Shutting out interference
A hug helps but non returnable .
Responses non existent
Living dead.

To be lonely is more than being alone
Loneliness can kill your soul


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Within Reason- Maurice Yvonne and Seren Roberts




                        Within reason
lies a house full of ordinary
a chest of bland memories. 
 
                              You end up with
a pocketful of might have beens.
 
Within reason is five square feet of grass 
and the proverbial white picket fence,
nothing else.
 
                 The word 'important'
never makes it onto the page.

Nothing"within reason" was ever found
             that didn't already have its place. 
 
When u abandon
                   Reason
you also abandon
        Impossibilities. 
                the brother of reason
The one needs the other
                   two heads of the same dragon.
One breathing fire and brimstone
                  the other living without hope.
They never live separately
                         they are siamese twins.
The ying and yang of yesteryears.

They had a reason with a hint of possibility

They had something,
                  something maybe,
 at best something insignificant.

             But imagine what waits 
when you eliminate 'impossible.'

In the darkest dark
                                  within the scream of 'don’t',
       inside the insanity of abandoning reason 
                                                  it is there you'll find  
          that decaying flesh infested with worms
   it is there  where the round wheel was found. 
 
You use a black shovel 
             through the bone 
into the skull 
            through the brain 
along the heart 
                       into the gut. 
 
There  lies that fine line between insanity and genius
                                 but THERE is where you have to go. 
 
          To get there you abandon reason. 

 Abandon the dogma shoved down your 
                                 throats all these years.
 
Glide on the wild side.
                Show your body hair.
Expose your fangs.
                  Lights, camera, DANCE!
 


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Loved and lost -

To love
Is to remember
The touch of your hand
Your voice
When you called me cariad

My mouth remembers your kiss
The feel of your lips 
Sensual touch of your tongue on mine
The closeness this brings

To love
Is to want to be with
Man woman or child
To love them
to want them near
To take in their being

When you love
It tugs at your heart
Making your chest swell
With unknown pleasure
Spreading to a smile
your eyes lighting up
face aglow

The feeling of love
Keeps you young at heart
Helps you want to face another day


Yet no more
That love has lost its way
Floundering in the brink of destruction
Searching, for the exit of depression.

Needs to see the light once more
Yet all there is, is the heat of hells fire
The internal hell, that goes around and around the brain
Looking for answers, for the reason.

Memories try to flood the senses
Memories of the hope that once flourished
Now is smouldering in the no mans land of waste
Is there love ever after?



This is the third writing with letter L.  As suggested by Jan..


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Heaven Sent - Tim Smith and Seren

Written by Tim Smith and Seren Roberts

Across the room I slowly walk 
Hips swaying, smile in place 
Sensually I use my body to talk 
Holding out my hands to touch his face 

Here she comes, walking my way 
Beauty and grace, with a smile in place 
Look at her swing, look at her sway 
Oh how I want to kiss that sweet face 

Gently I bring his face close to mine 
Looked into his eyes, desire written there 
Hungrily kiss his lips, they feel divine 
I stroke his neck, ruffling his hair 

She pulls me in, much to my surprise 
Aromatic perfume, she's heaven sent 
Glow to her face, twinkle in her eyes 
Her touches so sweet, I must be a gent 

Crooking my finger he follows at last 
I wait til his body is close to mine 
Slowly I turn, my heart beating fast 
Look on his face is saying all is fine. 

Following close when she calls to me 
Feelings so strong, feelings so right 
My heart beating fast, she sets me free 
Our heat steaming up, on this brisk night

Just goes to prove with a smile and a sway
A gal can entice a guy in a seductive way


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No Not Me - penned by Maurice Yvonne and Seren


No Not Me 


Did you think when I left 
I'd never answer my phone, 
ignore your messages, 
never speak to you again? 

Did you think I was that guy? 
I thought you knew me 
but it wasn't about me was it? 
How often have others disappeared? 
You were judging me as if I was them. 
I guess I can't blame you, 
life is not always kind. 
But not me, no not me. 
I'm not him, 
It's my actions represent me, 
define the man I am. 

Words lie and eyes aren't always 
an insight to every man. 
You can't always trust their smile. 
I bet the devil is an attractive male 
with an inert charm and not a horn in sight. 
You can't beat the sky in your own skin. 
If your a demon you groom flawlessly, 
dress like a king, with a look that's soft. 
The wolf doesn't tell the sheep "I'm here!" 
It's the guy with nothing to hide who is often 
misconstrued. Honesty has it's price. 

I don't blow dry my hair in the mirror. 
practice my reactions. 
I don't kiss up, 
my nose is clean. 
I don't always talk in a quiet melodic voice 
or hide my tears. When I say it's alright 
It just is. 

I didn't walk away, I had to leave 
but you can find me. 
For you I am always here! 
Did you think when I left I would disappear? 
Never! 
I hold you dear. 
I'm always here. 


No not you

You would never just walk away
Away from people or things you love
You don't always say what you feel in spoken
words,  
yet you shout out your feelings in written words, 
no lies are here, you write from the heart.

Your love holds no bounds, you love for life,
You say that your eyes are not an insight to your soul,
Yet when the light goes out, I know your dying inside
To walk away, no not you, to hide for a time, 
Maybe,
.


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Kiss Loneliness Goodbye written by Tim Smith and Seren

I sit here and ponder the days that have past
The many loves that I had, that just didn’t last.
One really sticks out, wish I had another chance
Treating her so differently, I’d show her romance.

I loved once a man, who just wanted to play
At being romantic .life was just foreplay.
Thought a kiss would be enough for his turtle dove
Not thinking about feelings, whether I wanted love.	

We would start a family, having a baby or two
We’d live on the hillside, with a beautiful view,
We’d grow old together in the home that we build
Giving my life meaning, I’d be so fulfilled.

He now thinks that he wants me, I am the one
to fill up his heart to make me his own.
Promising me a home on a hillside with a view
Yet he hasn’t vowed that he would be true.

I’d hold her and cherish her til the day we depart
I’d profess to her my love and give her my heart
Romantic nights on that hill gazing up at the moon
Our days filled with laughter, frolicking in the lagoon

Sure he now promises me love for ever after
A life of joy, happiness and full of laughter
On that hillside we’d sit, watching the world go by,
A family, two dogs at our feet, kissing loneliness goodbye.

Penned by Tim Smith and Seren


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Beating heart

                                                         a
                                       Heart.                      Heart
                                    Is beating.                Is beating
                                  Sending hope and    promises.....
                                     pumping    ideals and   ideas
                                       reducing  life's  stresses.
                                          ready to look for love
                                             to accept to take..
                                                   for always..
                                                      xxxxxx.


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Together at last

They are laughing like naughty children calling out
As they run through the sweet smelling heather
Watching for a gnarled tree trunk to sit and rest about

Looking up into the sky they're wondering whether
The clouds will break and fine rain will fall
Nothing could  mar this moment of joy of being together

They sit close arms entwined shining eyes showing all
The love they have kept hidden all this while
Life has been tough apart as they waited for this  call

No more do they need a watch, time is no longer a trial
Together for always, kisses exchanged, love songs sung
Touching her sweet smelling hair he whispers with a smile

The years have not aged us as we waited for this moment we are forever young


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Natures Forest

Around the base of the tree the banks of bluebells flower
Tall and straight but weak of stem, beautifying the forest
Cultivated by nature, leaves for compost, untouched by hand

The flowers are admired by all, gathered by children’s hand
To crush out the perfume from within the flower
Pressed into a book a reminder of the fairy tale forest

Forever in your memory the waving ocean of blue forest
A canvas brought to life by James D Preston hand*
Though missing the perfume of this beautiful small blue flower

Flowers of the Forest natures canvas in your Hand

* http://duffieldartgallery.co.uk/gallery/home/james-preston/?oo=41627715
                                                                                            a link to the painting.


17/02/2013
Form Tritinia


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