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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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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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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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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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OLD GARDEN SWING - Poets Lyric Man and Seren

OLD GARDEN SWING 


Oh, recollection is 
such a powerful thing 
I think of us together 
on this old garden swing 

Our love was birthed 
when we first danced 
You were my music 
we were so entranced 

That first touch 
and we couldn't let go 
It wasn't intentional 
but we put on a show 

Music slowed down 
and you held me tight 
When you leaned in to kiss me 
I didn't fight 

Saw it in your blue eyes 
mine were thinking it too 
A private dance would be nice 
Yeah, just me and you 

The summer was hot 
the temperature high 
Inhibitions gave way 
we danced in the sky 

Then autumn came 
and things got cold 
We tried so hard 
but our love couldn't hold 

You packed your bags 
but left me memories 
The good and the bad 
those sweet miseries 

Now Spring has arrived 
got this letter from you 
I'm on my old garden swing 
..wondering what I'll do 

Date: 8-20-14 
Poets: Seren & Lyric Man


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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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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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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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I lay my head

I lay my head  upon the softness of its mane
My white charger, no knight for a swain
as I am the gallant rider looking for love.
Riding the green valleys with mountains above,
looking for hope in natures  fertile plain

A dream, a carousel  of  tears  and  pain
With bobbing horses making  a colourful train
Flying above a sure sign of hope, a dove
I lay my head 

Imagination in play as I search in vain
Why from happiness  must I abstain
My empty heart crying out to those above 
Praying each night, please bring me love 
Grabbing a handful of the silky white mane
I lay my head


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Santas many helpers

Santas little helpers were busy having fun
Wrapping and labelling the presents ready for the Xmas run

The reindeer had their coats washed smelt of lavender and things
The sleigh had been revarnished was now bright and glowing.

The reigns were now polished as a surprise for Santa Claus
So he would look the kiddy not a drab old droopy drawers

The presents were in the sack, in house order for delivery
Santa admired his reigns not realising they were slippery.

He jerked the reigns  as a nod for the reindeers" 
To start their pulling then it happened, oh dear

The reigns slipped through Santa's fingers reindeer were off at speed
Luckily thomas was out with his tank engine knew he had to try and stop the steeds

He puffed along the track shouting  at Santa to hang on  tight
Then disappeared into a tunnel giving Santa such a fright

The minions were out in their millions pulling on the reigns to stop the race
While batman flew in voicing his opinion that a race at Xmas wasn't the place

Said to the minions you want to help, Santa is exhausted not in the mood to yo ho ho ho 
Deliver these presents off you go but be quiet those children mustn't know

But if you peeped and saw yellow Santas Instead of the usual red one
It's the minions helping out until the presents are all gone.

Santa is snoring now he has had a stressful day
Think before you do more than help it sometimes doesn't pay .

Penned 26 November 2014



















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