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 “love

Passion Understood


When in glance her dance

In a freedom beyond chance

Her love will enhance


morning rush


always slowed

when memory is given pause

a streetlight reminds

quiet soul

a distant shadow

waits a kind remind


Muffled Romance


subtle shadows speak

though love to be fair will peak

a memory weak


Words An Audience Might Hear


The way we might begin,

is simple,

we wish to tell you a story,

the rest of course,

the interpretation,

will be up to you,

yet,

for now, here we are,

we stand before you,

in the figure of simplicity,

the human condition.

 

Pay attention to manner,

would be a general direction,

always notice the eyes,

might another suggestion,

the people on the outside,

will want to know everything about you,

by the final curtain.

 

It is the actor’s responsibility

to give the audience a reason to …

understand our purpose,

even if

for only a few minutes of this space

we were able to trigger an emotion,

a response,

a heartfelt analogy

of why it is,

we find ourselves sitting here tonight,

listening, waiting, wanting,

answers that permeate our own,

shallow lives.

 

A certain self imposing energy will be asked,

a fluid reminder far ahead of any curtain call.


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.


Good Night Sweet


In the last twilight

she thought he would or she might

find solace in night


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