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In the heart of the night, with Chopin as the ally of silence,
Looking towards the sky, I wonder, who shall listen,
Knowing illusions fade, but you are eternity,
I'd summon you to me, through some conjuration, maybe.
I taste your kiss, a memory and reality,
I shiver and am clothed both by cold and passion, starkly,
I'd sleep, but the dream that you might disappear tries me,
The thought of you being taken by a lofty wave frightens me, dearly.
Tomorrow, where will you be, in this vast world?
I fear a capricious and cruel fate might be unfurled,
For perhaps you'll be caught in a web, with no escape,
In the boundless heights of the celestial vaults, an astral wraith.
My love is like a war, a mystery pure,
Nothing can take me away from your consuming flame, for sure,
I wouldn't give up this passion, mystical and pure,
For a quiet destiny, in an eternity devoid of allure.
My hand that knew your softness,
If it were to be taken and thrown into darkness,
I'd find you, rebel angel, at every crossroad, wide,
Or I would crash down, a victim of love unfulfilled, inside.
Eternal existence might be a blessing or a burden to bear,
But I'd offer this eternity to all, even to the worst, I swear,
Just to live beside you, a moment, a second, an hour fair,
And then to crash down, like a lost star in a heavenless sky, rare.
We look at each other, and in this gaze, we lose and find our realm,
Time seems to slow, yet slips away in a tireless overwhelm,
I rebuild myself with every dawn, in every chant, every hymn,
Knowing you, perhaps, believe that my love is a fatal blade's helm.
The streets are our prisons, each with its own fate to attest,
I head east, you to the west, in contrast, we are pressed,
A mystical discord, like a fierce wind, keeps us apart, unblessed,
Rewriting the same old story, an unending dance, an eternal quest.
The distance between us is greater than any galaxy's span,
In the theater of our life, the final act nears its plan,
Shadows of past love follow us, with melancholy as they began,
And the tragic play of destiny continues, every card on the table ran.
A single glance embraces an eternity of farewell,
So many emotions in a simple touch, they swell,
Embrace your memories, time will betray you, I know,
I love you in every detail, in nothing and in everything, a constant flow.
Now that she has moved on
Whats left is this empty space
If you see where l'm coming from
The days now are so hard to face
As she was that special someone
That nobody else could ever replace
This person l used to look up on
She always had amazing grace
With her my whole world shone
Oh how l miss her warm embrace
Because the fact she has gone
My heart is lost without a trace
AN EXSTENSION OF OTHER POEMS
YOU SO SWEET ECT ABOUT A PAST LOVE
When it all starts,
Within my walls, darkness falls,
Formidable tall scars scrape against my heart,
Tears fall, dangling from my eyes,
I cry for all the pain, I ache.
It starts and I’m trapped in sadness,
Feeling the need for love,
Lost love, from past love, eclipse my thoughts for today,
Wanting to change the pain,
But I can’t really do that now,
Can I
From above you rest,
Living your best life, up in heaven,
I really hope you are doing well.
Your lovely son, misses you,
Somehow he has shown more strength,
Stronger than me, even though we were apart,
I can’t help miss you too,
All that happened,
Doesn’t really matter now,
You’re in heaven now.
Nine, five, one, three—
Is that truly all that remains of you?
What fragments of me linger in your mind?
If only you would take a moment to slow down
And gaze upon the world that unfolds before you.
Your way of life is shrouded in enigma.
Your sixth sense, paired with your keen understanding of women,
Collapses like a carefully arranged stack of dominoes —
So unsettling, so uncertain, so trapped in its own confines.
Please, help me unravel the intricacies of your thoughts.
You've often claimed that men are creatures of folly,
Incapable of taming their wild impulses,
As many chase after fleeting desires
And consume whatever is placed before them: so you said.
Sister, sister, if only you could just slow down,
For we are already halfway through this journey.
When a past love transforms into merely a chapter
In the book of our lives,
It signals that you have reached the finish line of that phase.
His number still drifts endlessly in my mind—
Nine, five, one, three, is all that you have left of him.
Please, help me grasp the depths of it all,
Why is it so difficult to truly love?
Below a bright cloud is where I'll find my rainbow's end
near the point where two lonely rivers meet at a bend.
My river waters are salty from all the tears I've spilled
and his river flows from past love that was unfulfilled.
Both of us are seeking to blend our waters in the deep.
Both searching for long lasting love, one worthy to keep.
Most rivers rush within their banks and empty into an ocean
but our rivers will interlace as one, flooded with devotion.
A greater prize than pot of gold, I will find in his adoring eyes,
and in mine he will see the blue to brighten his morning skies.
Just like the colors of a rainbow blend after stormy weather,
at my rainbow's end our waters and hearts will mingle together.
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January 20th, 2016
End of the Rainbow Contest
Sponsor: Eve Roper
I love you
Please, love you, forget a life; loved you, loved you
I needed your heart, this feeling is gone, love you
You know, our lives are different. Millions of miles
You are so far, far from the soul of my heart, but love
I felt you, yeah, still live this feeling, let my soul yours
Oh, my love is suffering, I want to live with this suffering
Yours
Babe, love your Vilmos, love you Vilmos, a fate needed
You. Yes. You. Just you. Only you. You. A fate loved you
Still loving you, find him in his favorite cemetery; loving you
Do not visit that place. A thousand years old graveyard; hmm
I am a visitor of this cemetery often, a guest of this garden
Hmm, loving place, all inhabitants my friends, come, it loves
I am a demon. I will stay in your heart. Demon Vilmos, the Love
You know our love is a forever time of your life, be my past; love
I love you, stay in my heart, please, love moments; a love you
I love you, I love you, we love you, be my rock, a kind sentient.
I love you, be my kind of you. I loved English women, but don’t want
No English woman with English psychologists, sorry, sorry, it is a law
Yes, I want freedom in my life, but with you, without English Psychology
No poison, please. No English Psychology, please. I want a clear life.
No English psychology, please. I want you with a Bible. Love you.
Why? Why?? Only health can get you. No, this psychology, needs health
I loved you
Your man
A decadent
The Vilmos
I love you
I loved you
I held a memory in my arms
one night, not long ago,
how strong was she,
how weak was I;
the rush of past love
ran through my veins,
the flood of pain
ran through my heart,
this feeling, this confusing feeling
I held tightly with closed eyes.
Suddenly, I wasn't me,
I was him.
Yes, I was him!
A young man, no, a boy,
not knowing how to love,
faking my way through it all,
seeing her face with closed eyes,
feeling the years with closed arms,
I didn't want to let go now,
I never wanted to let go then,
the embrace of a thousand lifetimes,
the tears of a million years,
I had to let go,
I had to unlock my grip,
I needed to open my eyes;
once again, she was gone,
but the person was still there,
she was standing in front of me.
A memory locked away
suddenly spewed forth by another;
A clone? A reincarnation?
Not possible, not likely.
Another who touched deep inside me,
a heart connecting to a soul,
a life giving life back
to a weary traveler in time,
an embrace, a simple human act
gave motion to a body at rest;
that feeling, never ever duplicated
finally awakened from its prison,
the embrace of old in totally new,
the heart of one touching
the broken soul of another,
connecting with that one long embrace.
Wedding gift to me from my grandpa,
was antique with an obvious flaw,
a three legged table made of oak,
made for him special and was bespoke.
It was designed to be by fireside,
was eight inches by eight inches wide,
just about two and a half feet high,
to keep him in winter warm and dry.
polished in dark varnish to high gloss,
etched in ivory he did emboss,
the names from our whole family tree…
somewhere on one of the legs was me.
Said to me as only grandpa’s do,
with tears on smiles, his face split in two,
leave you this to remember me by,
not let past love and memory die.
with pride we placed it by our fireside,
wife and I would spend time sat beside,
that three legged piece of grand old oak,
warmth of generations would evoke.
Written 31st October 2023
9 syllables each line
aabb rhyme
Edward Ibeh sponsored
This or that Vol 21 contest
As she sits in perfect peace
The Angel sits in deepest thought
Is it of a past love she thinks?
Or just a moment that she’s caught
Her beauty is beyond compare
Still to be with her forevermore
With her locks of curly hair
Her past life just a far distant shore
Now her life to glide the universe
Watching over many a long lost soul
With her hand to guide them home
Together they will stroll
Her heart maybe heavy
With thoughts that may have been
Of her lovers long ago
And things that she has seen
But she sits alone and thinks
Of what her life is now
Of all the sad souls she can save
With her hand upon their brow
Her white wings shining in the sun
Now it’s her time to sleep
So we must let her settle down
And promise not to peep
You fall out of an old paperback,
of a sudden, a recollection
gazing back into my eyes.
An image of a past love,
a love not lost, but only misplaced,
flutters now
in faded Kodachrome.
I wonder if you hide
in any more
of my yet unread books,
or perhaps someone else
yet another, put aside memory,
of this brief affair
we all must live through.
Jean, yes you are from Tasmania.
Jean or Joan.
Again, I wonder, if you ever
came across a misplaced picture
of a younger me?
A face in a book put aside decades ago -
a photo falling out of a travel guide perhaps,
an edition long out of print.
Was I Eric or Eddy?