I would like to be a writer. I began this site with amorous intentions, and over the course of time, I hope to have evolved as a male in an ever changing society that is today, recognizing the true beauty and elegance of woman. My words and notions will I hope respond in poetic verse of many genre and style. Come along and please share your ideas and insights. Thank you for your visit.

Posts tagged “forever

Muffled Romance


subtle shadows speak

though love to be fair will peak

a memory weak


Weak In The Knees


I did once

know the rules,

and yet,

while this gradual change

asked for

time, for patience,

for understanding,

I can’t help wonder,

still …

weak in the knees.


Waking Up Hushed


Morning always

eyes will open to more

in that early second

the remember,

the closure of a night sky,

when while listening

we sometime realize

we cannot answer any more.

 

We do wake though,

morning sunlight,

fresh emotion,

waking to the fond recall

a song on the radio

a time before,

and we do cherish

the instant reminder

of a love once were,

was.

 

I will wake again,

she will come to mind,

this time, next time,

every day the sun rises

will the want

the desire,

the passion,

become my own quiet

remind,

‘nights in white satin’

lovely is fantasy,

always remain


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Speaking Silence


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Her Quiet


He knows it well,

waits,

wants to feel her wander,

for it always

left him

with a smile.


Alone In The Quiet of an Afternoon


When the rains began to fall,

I wondered,

did she,

was she at all curious,

did she know

I would be right here,

waiting,

where it is I always want to be,

this place, one night,

the first time,

a kiss,

quiet afterward,

when her eyes opened

to see him standing there,

laying next to her,

cradling every aspect of whom she might be,

in the moment,

in the quiet of a

rainy

afternoon.


Steal Away Steel


He would

anticipate,

a sudden hope

if only

a memory might

draw upon her soul,

this familiar

knowledge of now,

the rains,

would he wish to steal away,

yet, somber like the

natural course of a fever

drawn cold upon

a glancing steel.