Cheer Me Up

One can never consent to creep when one feels an impulse to soar. Helen Keller

When I hear your name in my ear
And my heart begins to fear
The tears you bring to my eyes.
Will you cheer me up with good lies
So that I smile a smile so wide-
That in it no sadness can hide?

© 2019 The Poets Peace

An Unwavering Love

Pray and pray again, there will come an hour when the request will be granted.

When the massive minute hand
Shakes the little hour hand
And holds him firmly in a grasp
That makes him want to gasp
For air, for air, for air.

I know my love

Even in the womb of bad weather
Will never like a blade of grass waver
In the wild wind that forever blows
Cold flakes our way from a place filled with snows.

© 2019 The Poets Peace

Shot by Cupid

There are things that can turn ordinary people into giants. They are curiosity, wisdom and humility.

Arnold Westcott

Help!

I’ve been shot by the straight arrow of cupid,
So now I’m in love and acting all stupid.
Following after you like a horny little boy
Who won’t let anyone, touch his pretty little toy.

I’ve been shot by the straight arrow of cupid,
Now I’m madly in love and can’t think lucid.
All I think of now, are your soft and luscious lips.
As well as your seductive, constantly swaying hips.

Help!

I’ve been shot.

By the arrow of cupid that pierced my bleeding heart,
Inflicting sweet pain that made it start to faster dart.
So that I cry whenever you are not around,
Or when your voice i can’t hear, with its lovely sound.

© 2019 The Poets Peace

A Prayer

O Thou, 
who's beauty be comparable to none.

I pray in hope you grace me with thy presence
For ever since you left, my heart is a desolate one;
For it has taken to hiding behind a fence
So as not to take offence
When thy love i cannot sense.

Has Heaven from me stripped her favour
That i no longer revel in thy splendour?

If indeed it be so,
Then truly i drown in sorrow
And look not well upon the morrow
For in it, you i never saw.

If indeed it be false
Then to me return, despite all else
And once again witness, the rise of my pulse
When you enter our house
And within me arouse
The desire to make you my spouse.

Oh, My Love;
Who's beauty be comparable to none.

I pray all else turns out right
So to me you return at once
For ever since you left
My heart is a desolate one.



Nothing is stronger than habit.

Ovid

Out of reach.

So you're seated over there
With not a single care
That i want to share
In your company.
Dare i stare at you
With not at all a clue
Of who you might be
Beneath those bright curls.
Those curls
That frame the face
Of beauty that makes hearts pace
Are as the moon in space.
No wonder i fell to your gravity
Like a cup of tea
I spill my feelings into infinity
Hoping you and i become a reality.

“It is not enough to be busy, so are the ants. The question is, what are we busy with.”

Henry David Thoreau