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The poem "My Sweetheart"
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Poems

MY SWEETHEART

My dear sweetheart
My mind is full of words only meant for you
To go on like this only makes me feel so blue
Like the oceans of the Mediterranean rich blue seas,
true salty blue, transparent blue, so blue like the sky so beautiful
Reflections appear like an open book
Takes me back in time, we both took a glance into each other's eyes
My heart skipped a beat - I tell you no lies
Wishing our lives would somehow entwine together
Knowing deep down inside feelings will last forever and ever
No matter where life takes us, it's a must - you feel the same way too
Never knowing how you feel towards me
Your smell, touch, taste - I can never grasp why my dream will never last
This can only be a waste of time
I cannot wait for you to cross my path, sharing tender moments,
a giggle and a laugh
Isn't this just daft, knowing you will never be mine, mine, mine
It cuts deep like the oceans of the Mediterranean rich blue seas,
true salty blue, transparent blue, so blue like the sky so beautiful
Faze me not, I can take the pain
Believe me when I say, I will be just fine, fine, fine – with age and time


HOLIDAY COTTAGE

Splendid views across the valleys
Mountains multi-coloured as high as heaven, kisses the blue lit sky
Rambling, hiking through meadows, footpaths, rough terrain stretch
on and on, muscles aching just for pleasure, let's carry on
Lanes - wind, elevated, down ward slopes, left and right they twist
and turn, some are known as Roman roads
Birds chirping, cooing and singing like angelic voices, even like church
bells ringing, floating on a breath of air without a day time care,
roosting on a branch or two waiting for the night to pass through
White sheep baa-in baa-in too and fro never stay still long enough to say hello
Stare, stare never flinch, very crafty, bushy tail and pointed
snout, gingerly, gingery is that a fox I see taking care not to be seen
Rabbit jumping, jumping, jumping there it bounces down its barrow
Inside cottage large and spacious, exotic furnished with old and new
Charming features, fire log burning what a beautiful glow
Fresh air refreshing, peace and tranquil lets stay forever,
it looks better with fine weather, please don't tell me
I have to go


WHAT IT TAKES (rugby 2003 final)

I who stand here
Focusing these windows of my eyes
Glazed with honour, purpose, pride and fear
Dreaming, searching for this moment
I prepare my physical strength, my courage, my mind
At this undoubtedly glorious time
To prove I have what it takes to win, like men before me
I cannot falter the slightest degree
Warriors on a battle field
Dissecting the opponent and refusing to yield an inch or two
Will I come up trumps if I see this through?
Can one know if I'm on the winning team?
I ask to myself, can this be fate or an unreachable dream


Good Impression – First Night Away From Home

Rayburn smelling, nauseatingly queasy, someone burning,
tobacco smoking coming through our side
Taking all this in one time
Feeling I could have died
Attaching annex to this house - like Siamese twins hanging on for the ride
Lovely views, pretty cottage ???
Some parts in the house, old and new
Tell me this isn't Dr Who's
Make shift cupboard or is it a solid wall
Frightened to lean against in case I fall through
Mrs Mrs Jones Its not heaven when charging people everything,
even down to the use of a telephone line
Booking here, please tell me this is not been a complete waste of my time
Lesson learning, something here should be at least free,
included in the price you see
This is something you should mention
Cos it's not a very good impression
Coming here for the first time is making me feel
a little bit tin-c bit-c some what blue
Staying away from home to me is not rare, is not new
Don't be alarmed in what I write
Its not done out of vindictive spite
I believe in nothing ventured, nothing gained
I just hope this lovely weather stays the same
and the clouds don't open for it to rain
Brilliant place, we are glad we stayed
Forgive and forget my moans and groans
I thank you very much Mrs Jones and its time for us to go back home


Chocolate Cake

Spongy texture, creamy filling, dark brown, dreaming – mmm,
once my taste buds flow
Adrenaline rushing, sugar dropping, dropped like winter snow
Time consuming when oven baking, I bet – cha so
Leaving me needing, wanting, expecting more and more,
I recommend to all to bake and eat
This sweet delicious gastronomic treat

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