Best Nicks Poems
i slipped, rocking, and crying, and shaking...
but, you stayed by my side, till i could no longer cry...
the blade was in my hand, and there were already four crimpson letters bleeding...
but, you coaxed it out of my hand, so gently, till i fell to your chest unable to breath...
you brushed my hair with your hand, kissed my tears so delicatly...
again, you saved me, just like you always do...
you whispered i love you in my ear, and i started to cry again...
and, you held me like you thought you would break me...
listening to you breath, and the steady beat in your chest, made me breath again...
and, looking into your eyes, and seeing the love and worry, made me see...
feeling your skin against mine, i wispered, your all that i need...
you are my angel, my love, my only lover...
when im alone or scared, you protect me and show me that your still here...
if i slip again, i know ill fall into your arms...
when i cry, your lips will kiss away the pain in my heart...
i sit and trace the ink on your inner arm...
i sit and trace my name over your heart...
your name is etched into my soul, i just want you to know...
even if i can never show it, the way i should, i love you...
i see your halo, when no one else does...
i fell, into your heart, rocking in your arms...
i finnally know peace and love, oh, heaven resides in your arms...
in your arms...
I want a real hamburger- you know the real deal
Not the mass produced rubbish with a taste that’s real
I want to go to an old style fish and chippery
And watch a Greek bloke standing cooking it for me
I can hear the home made burger sizzling away
With onions cooking as the smell stays
And you would bite into it holding the white paper bag
As the juices would flow down your chin making you so glad
Maybe there’s still a Greasy Nicks somewhere around
That still nurtures the flavours you remember so profound
And we can stand with the Friday night crowd
Whilst Nick creates perfection standing so proud.
© Paul Warren Poetry
Nick’s Inner Beauty
There’s more to me than my tattoos.
I’m the person inside;
I have views feelings, emotions, dreams and desires.
I’m not a piece of wood.
My inner beauty shines forth.
BUT
I wear my soul upon my skin.
See what bits you can spot.
Turn me inside out.
I’m a bare white light of energy.
My inner being is free.
My love of a certain band =
a certain tattoo of them.
...so to the red rose grows the passion in the Enchanted Gate and Garden there
Whenever you call me friend and I believe I've come to understand that I'm the
Kind of woman with for whom you don't blame for having a Wild heart but you
know that you can always Talk to me you can set your secrets free you have given
me your Leather and you have taken from me my Lace I am stronger than you
know it all comes down to you lighting strikes maybe once maybe twice and you
see your Gyspy but you have to Stop draggin' my heart around because baby you
could never look me in the eye and say you didn't love me you buckled with the
weight of the words and looking at Rhiannon who is like a cat in the dark and
then she is the darkness and knowing that even in Dreams when the rain
washes you clean Sometimes it's a witch and no matter what they say Love's a
hard game to play you may need to Stand back in the middle of my room my
Bella Donna riding high a top her pony cause not everyone has Crystal visions
nor will everyone with their capes pulled around them tight cry for the Nightbird
some will see their refection in the snow covered hills until the Landslide brings
them down and even the Gold dust woman with her heartless challenge will pick
her path and for her we pray although on the Edge of seventeen things may Rock
a little and sadly enough Some will become strangers you will always have My
heart I never again want to Fall from grace even if time cast a spell on you never
will you forget me and in years past I tried to love you before but you would not let
me I am ready now to be your Silver spring blue green colors flashing and yes
I'm Strong enough remember I'm your Beauty and you are my Beast poet priest of
nothing Has anyone ever written anything for you in all your darkest hours did you
ever hear me sing listen to me now I sing for the things money can't buy me and
long After the glitter fades I will still be here you said If anyone falls in love it will
be done to us most of all I have to know when I can see you again because I
can't wait yes I know you though we've been out of touch...
...this is a collaboration of written words inspired by
Stevie Nicks...
Talons perched over eyes ~ bedevilment
Red rose to cheek
Poor devil’s
blindfold
Dumb
lips
Searing
rivulet
Old Nick’s migraine
Rusting of love’s chariest memories
11/3/2020
Double Tetractys 5
Sponsor: Eve Roper
Image #2
*chariest - dear, treasured
**Old Nick - the devil
Howmanysyllables used
10, 4, 3, 2, 1, 1, 2, 3, 4, 10
Life Didn’t Exist Without Nicks
Written: by Miracle Man
8/19/2017
Life’s been loaded with a myriad of glitches,
I’m considering the use of the moniker scar.
Twenty times in life I’ve experienced stitches,
So I’ll never be mistaken for some film star.
If fewer than three sutures they don’t count,
Or the broken bones and assortment of flays.
It began at fourteen and with age would mount,
I’m just an old dog that had a few rough days.