"writing poetry, starts in my soul, flows through my heart, up to my head, then it's out of my hands"
Friday, 24 September 2010
La Mer
La Mer
Come to me my love
into this sea you have woven within me
the bright and florid depths
filled with salty issues I have wept.
Come to me my love
and sing sirenically
of shores not yet spoken
and dreams not yet broken
of an oceans rhapsody.
Come to me my love
in the sway of each ebbing tide
shot with loves light
the arrows of our sweet delight
illuminating all the world inside.
Come to me my love
leap upon the bow waves of this rolling flame
the ever living play of passions fervent game
two dolphins swept upon each other
to slide in languid motions
through the depths, my silken lover.
Come to me my love
the swirling maelstrom of your grip
born between the tidal constancy and rip
shorn of every tether you have known
blown into the stormy heart that we've sown.
Come to me my love
sway in languid lengths of bliss
the delicate dance of your lovers kiss
to tangle dulces limbs desire
entwined within each other's fire.
Come to me my love
and I will sing to you of sea's
the shanties that do mermaids please
of pirate chests and crackens roar
the dragons rests, and fathoms more
in dulcet tones of evening breeze.
Come to me my love
upon a mirror's surface
and watch the flash of green
disappear into the depths unseen
Apollo in his resting place
and we on sands in sweet embrace.
Come to me my love
and never be apart
gambol in our playful waves
my one immortal heart
then we shall swim eternally
into this loving sea
in elegance and beauty
True Love entwined and free.
© Richard Michael Parker 2010
Wednesday, 22 September 2010
From across the sea
From across the sea
In mists of Autumns echoed grace
unto a warm and hallowed place
a rose both kissed and grown in love
was sent on winged steed above
and carried to a far flung land
to fall into a lovers hand
on dusty shores of earth and blood
reminding her of loves first flood
for though this man is far away
his heart beats in her chest this day
and shows itself in each sweet petal
a silken bliss of raptured fettle
Two lovers yet, both kept apart
did beat with one triumphant heart
in time to be enjoined again
their Sun and Moon united then
for fate would not allow two lovers
to suffer under single covers
or dash upon the rocks their hope
so once betrothed, they would elope.
Remember this in times of sorrow,
each petal silken sings 'tomorrow'
and weaves a scent of sweet design,
recalled within this bloom divine.
© Richard Michael Parker 2010
Tuesday, 21 September 2010
Wings
Wings
A sonnet of love, born on wings...
wings that flew,
drew you to me,
enfolded in a rhapsody,
a deep forest of intimacy.
We entered that gate,
of a dark fate in a distant land,
where only the bleeding ground remains,
a land with no sky,
just the crushing earth redoubled,
so when I flew, Love,
into that blue....did you go too?
or sitting on the ground,
did you forget how to fly?
Love waits for you still!
drenched in the warmth of a yellow sun,
will you fly?...will you come?
or will you bleed upon that heartless ground,
and mix your blood with the forgotten.
© Richard Michael Parker 2010
A sonnet of love, born on wings...
wings that flew,
drew you to me,
enfolded in a rhapsody,
a deep forest of intimacy.
We entered that gate,
of a dark fate in a distant land,
where only the bleeding ground remains,
a land with no sky,
just the crushing earth redoubled,
so when I flew, Love,
into that blue....did you go too?
or sitting on the ground,
did you forget how to fly?
Love waits for you still!
drenched in the warmth of a yellow sun,
will you fly?...will you come?
or will you bleed upon that heartless ground,
and mix your blood with the forgotten.
© Richard Michael Parker 2010
Malgre Tout
Malgre Tout
One drink,
One more i say!
One more to quash
and wash
the smell away.
The acrid odour
of loves mephitic sway.
-Do i love you?
And i loved you!-
Hanging there,
Framed,
I care not,
I do care,
all words fallen deaf and lame,
never,
never the same!
-And i loved you!
My Drink?
Poison!
Poison i think,
or some bitter tasting longing,
that sucks lugubriously
from that festering sore,
where once a heart wept.
-And i loved you!
You,
who bore the semblance of a muse,
and fucked me heart,
me soul-
Till as virgins gush,
the spanking babe was dust,
all hidden,
Blown by loves farce and smitten.
-And i loved you!
Still,
I love you.
© Richard Michael Parker 1987
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