Best Cosy Poems
Red, yellow, brown and green
All colours will be seen
Love this time of year ~ fill your cup
Hot chocolate, hats , scarfs gloves cosy up
Log fires lite in gardens brings dazzled light
As days get shorter ~ blazing sight
Kicking leaves, roasting chestnuts magic in the air
Ode to two of my favourite friends
“Comfy and Cosy” who l adore
Filling me with abundant joy and pleasure
My being they restore
A most compatible duo
Often seen together hand in hand
Friends to so very many
Available and loving...they just understand
A grounded kind homely duo
Who never fail to cuddle and console
Putting their safe loving arms around you
Warming and uplifting body, mind and soul
An Ode to two of my favourite friends
“Comfy and Cosy” who l adore
Filling me with abundant joy and pleasure
My being they restore
A most compatible duo
Often seen together hand in hand
Friends to so very many
Available and loving...they just understand
A grounded kind homely duo
Who never fail to cuddle and console
Putting their safe loving arms around you
Warming and uplifting body, mind and soul
Where ever I go
Where ever I stray
in the cold of the night
or the heat of the day
I carry her around everywhere
in my joyful heart.
It feels like I'm walking around
wearing the softest cosy blanket
made of gold silken thread
that gives me a warm glow
from my toes up to my head.
I feel invincible so happy
to be alive
with a power station of love
that builds in inside
With my mind in another place
and a huge smile upon my face
My life has meaning and direction
and all because of my sweet Lady
my strength my wonder
and perfection.
Peter Dome.copyright.2013. Dec.
For Happier Days
AND PERFECT SWAYS
This is nice and warm and cosy
This is just the thing to doze to
Sitting here by the fire
Flaming my desire
As I dream to the flames
I hope things stay the same
For the next few hours
In your love I will shower
Cosy
I wake up slow,
Boy with a Ready Brek glow,
Here where I hide the most,
Cosy and as warm as toast.
His point-blank, most promising laurel lost
Long, long his e'er-lasting longing lingers
His muse becomes bedridden under freezy frost
Yet his nikhedonic mindscape ne'er malingers
Surging from mood's winters and merging its splinters
Ramrodding illusion-edified effulgences into his emulous edacity
Without knowing whether with reluctance or with alacrity
One cosy winter afternoon,
I sat near the window,
The warmth of the sun,
The chilly winter wind;
Nice warm blanket near me,
Socks covering my feet.
I sat near the window,
Thinking blithe moments,
Soothing it felt;
fun little glide from the past.
Serene my timid mind,
retain learn off by heart,
muted turmoil within;
Notions set apart..
Paisley at my bosom, soft head tadpoles
Wrapped dependent, rest in trust cherubic
Teeth buds plump palms grip my knee, betrothal
Chatter germinates language sporadic
Gurgled contentment, vowel upswings strangle
Trance silence slumps little limbs from frantic
Pure rapture adoration fresh angle
Rock A Baby slobbered face romantic
Blossomed brood, clan, cluster, fan club gaggle
Toddle boldly confident beyond skill
Awe for mundane magnifies appraisal
Frustration annulled, infantile stun still
Sibling envy love wound rigid, rough rope
Petals inseperable open with hope
27th January
Childish desires
Hushed in a fugue
of Alpaca wool and rising resin
he sits on a stump
the relic legs of a mighty giant
hewn beneath the axeman's blade
its ageless corpse decays
sending up those honey notes
a whispering viola song
he stretches a bare arm from
the wool mist
reaches out, caresses a violet
newly woken from the mud
offers with a tender touch
some juxtaposed thanks
then plucks
lifts it up between two pages
shuts the book
violet pressed by poetry
he breathes a sigh
contended cloud billows
long and white
mingling with the soily musk
There's rose on his cheeks
love in his chest;
the warmth outweighs the chill
Cat in the window
Surveying the world
Cosy and warm
Tail all curled
Soaking up sunshine
Or watching the rain
It looks out on the street
With arrogant disdain
You are like wearing a warm cosy jacket
On a harsh cold winter day
Your kisses keep me soft
And are like a cuddle
I wish I had more of you
You walk around the days like a ghost
Like something I could have had
Here and now.