My clever friend Ylenia Callus,
With sensitive instincts never on the loose,
With words throwing hearts, hugs warming my spine,
Delicate soul so graceful and divine.
My clever friend Ylenia Callus,
A gift of life and a woman of truce
A perfect image of what’s right and wrong
I adore how your strong will plays along
My clever friend Ylenia Callus,
Your striking energy is of good use
To an anthology of God’s lectures
Eliminating all those conjectures
Clerihew Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Regina McIntosh
19th December 2020
sick am I heart's love
my mind emotions frozen
heart bleeds hurting so
~
Beating heart crying
such mind thinks of the sadness
frozen emotion
11/28/20
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2020
FOR PAUL CALLUS
Paul, this short poem is for you alone,
Wish you lived closer,
I’d tell you on the phone,
You have been the cornerstone of
Poetry for me,
A tutor in a way,
An incredibly honest person
Who writes talented poems
You write brilliantly, and you are clever,
Whether Historical, romantic, serious or funny,
Before I answer some of your poems
I definitely research them to see if I’m right,
Not all, just a few.
I know all Soupers respect and like you
A lot, hope the feeling is mutual, where
I am concerned, Alpha to Omega
Was a rhymed poem but I suddenly noticed
After it had been posted
That a good friend of mine had not been noted
A friend that has supported me
Through-out my two years with this group
Called Poetry Soup,
Had in error, not been mentioned,
Certainly not intentioned!
All I can say is please accept my apology
I was working on two poems at a time,
‘Eve of Storms’ involved in mythology
Paul, this I knew I wanted and needed to say,
And, to wish you a relaxed and happy Sunday
Dedicated to Paul Callus
In his dream did appear her soul he adored,
Which he wished and wanted to be restored;
Hear her sing;
Back bring;
Now has been in heaven in hands of his Lord.
Jim Horn
dedicated to Paul Callus
it never will be enough
my mere sorry
a village pump
quenched many thirsty children
hot summertime days
water pumped from mother earth
Paul Callus still remembers
A Lover’s Lament
(Paul Callus & Redfiery ( smriti Jha) ~ 2017)
A LOVER'S Lament
Summer took its toll,
Dried up the waters of our love.
We found ourselves stranded
On the arid river bed
Dreaming of encroaching clouds.
We thirsted for the promise of rain
And love’s reincarnation.
Rough winds carried away all hopes
Storm took away what we had
We pined for winter's warmth
But our frozen heart bled without love.
The spring never arrived
As dead leaves turned into ashes
We returned to our meet, our fate.
Alas! Summer took its toll.
Copyright @2017 by Paul Callus& Redfiery ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Holy fire come
I surrender all
Thy Kingdom Come
we gather one and all
Here Down Under
On your hills and beaches
Holy Fire roar
Holy Spirit teach us
Glory to the One
Who gathered all the nations
Where can we run
For true salvation
Here Down Under
God is moving strong
Spirit-led prayer
In Australia leads us Home
Singing out to God
Who sent us His Only Begotten Son
Now, too, His Spirit
Fire, Holy FIRE, You're the Only One
"You have no rival; You have no equal
Now and forever LORD you reign
What a wonderful name it is,
The Name of Jesus Christ my King."
(Dedicated to the soulful praise and Christian music of Hillsong, and the faithful preaching of Brian and Bobbi Houston. This Church saved my sister in Cape Town, for which I am ever grateful).
His poetic voice rides across the sea
I could swear that Paul is speaking to me
With rhythm in his words, peace in his heart
I find Paul and I are not far apart
Collaboration takes little effort
Conflicts in tone we easily avert
In Malta he writes by soft candlelight
When I’m still blessed by generous daylight
Paul takes me to depths I have never known
I feel so blessed; as a poet I’ve grown
*November 1, 2016
For Andrea’s “Community Builders Free for All Tribute”
~I gently Sigh ~
With half-closed eyes I lie supine,
relishing the feel of soft green grass
against my cool warm skin;
the wind comes whispering
through the rustling swaying corn
caressing my body with arousing touch.
I yield...to his subtle sensual words...
he reads my thoughts...he knows me well;
I yield...as my nimble fingers stray
to trace my parted lips...I gently sigh.
With intense eyes, he inundates my soul
my body begs for his gratifying touch
molten desires are ready to be released
his naked Love breathes with sensuality
I shiver with the elation of intimacy;
he leaves a MARK on my heart...
The wind whispers and...I gently sigh.
In another time and age
we could have written a new page
crossing paths on land or sea
brushing cheeks with destiny.
With youthful zest and joy
our ardent quills employ
to mix your ink with mine
with passion so divine
and then the words would flow
to set each heart aglow.
If our souls could sing and rhyme
beyond the horizon of time
to mirror our words with perfection
with utmost sincerity and affection
to bring distinct colors and shades
we seal a bond that will not fade
as we reach for eternity
bathing in blissful affinity.
Mirrored thoughts on a new page
in another time and age.
The sun slides down the crimson sky.
I watch the shadows on her face.
The sea is calm, the seagulls cry.
The sun slides down the crimson sky.
My hand is resting on her thigh
Below the silk and braided lace.
The sun slides down the crimson sky.
I watch the shadows on her face.
The evening star comes out to see
My love who tempts with warm caress.
The moon is chiding, "Let them be".
The evening star comes out to see
The hands that bind eternity;
They stray beneath my flowing dress.
The evening star comes out to see
My love who tempts with warm caress.
There is no rush, the night is long.
We know that time is on our side.
An understanding to prolong.
There is no rush, the night is long.
Controlling feelings that are strong;
We know that they won’t be denied.
There is no rush, the night is long.
We know that time is on our side.
The tide of passion ebbs and flows
Like ocean swell, and then recedes.
His ardour for fulfilment grows.
The tide of passion ebbs and flows.
For full release my body pleads.
He sends me high; he makes me glow.
The tide of passion ebbs and flows
Like ocean swell, and then recedes.
You are an enigma
handcuffed to the claims of stagnant love.
Why do you not respond
to baffled me?
I stare oft into your eyes...
Am offered a light-filtering screen
across a well!
Your ways are stifling me...
I am not a mind reader.
Or yet you tease a tease.
Come Jennifer,
show me your lilting dreams.
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Co-written - Julia Ward & Paul Callus
3/17/2015
CHARIOT OF FIRE
I stand in silence and behold the sight,
staring in wonder, waiting for thunder.
A chariot of fire travels through the night.
The white-winged horses gallop in full flight
pulling at the reins; flowing are their manes
I stand in silence and behold the sight.
Where are they going? There’s a shining light
leading all the way, so they will not stray.
A chariot of fire travels through the night
amidst the heaven where in pure delight
resides the Master, the sweetest lover,
I stand in silence and behold the sight;
Blessings whisked to amble slowly with plight;
heartbeats race to sway, courage on display.
A chariot of fire travels through the night
armoured by God’s spirit. They ride like knights
fearless from pain; victory, their peak gain.
I stand in silence and behold the sight;
a chariot of fire travels through the night.
©O.E.Guillermo and P.Callus
Written last 5:07 pm, November 17, 2014
I felt I’d known you all my life
When I met you and your lovely wife
Your daughter and grand-daughter too
A friendship forged, we will again renew
When I saw you at the airport today
Hugs and kisses came my way
Treasured memories of the days we met
These precious times we will never forget
Hugs Jan ***
Jan Allison
4th November 2014
On the balcony of our room
We stood alone, just you and me
Watching the rising crescent moon
The twinkling undulating sea
Inhaled the salty fragrant air
You had your arm around my waist
Warm breath that flirted on my nape
The teasing lips ready to taste
Let out a sigh, there was no haste,
It was yet early in the night
Temptation waited by the side
It lingered, silent, out of sight
I’d longed for moments just like this
You smelt so good, tasted divine
Our lips were locked in urgent kiss
Full bodied gift like rich red wine
Your gentle hands removed my dress
Dilating eyes filled with delight
For I wore not my thermal vest
The heated passion filled the night
A cloud went by, obscured the moon
Now things were not how they should seem
I was alone, he was not there
This must have been a Maltese dream!
Collaboration: Paul Callus & Jan Allison
30th October 2014
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