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Rhumour, 6 stycznia 2012
Strawberry blonde hair blown wild by the breeze
Trailing behind as her mount she did tease
Rousing his vigours as they came to a high hedge
All the way over and still they had the edge
Will her triumph be held right to the end
By and by we will know my friend
Everyone watching and urging them on
Run boy run, is the theme of their song
Rising again to jump the very last fence
You should have heard the crowd as they winced
But though the log rattled it never quite fell
Long were the sighs as the pair did so well
Onto the finish line for a big cheer
Now it's all over, some will sup beer
Down at the stables much later that day
Ellie groomed her steed in the proudest of ways....
©Rhumour
July 14th 2010
Rhumour, 15 stycznia 2012
My arms will enfold you under soft candle light,
your eyes glow and sparkle as we savour this night,
a time for two people to share as they will,
with many a moment to treasure and thrill.
Two people in love will always seek out such times,
away from the world with it's nickels and dimes,
no hunger that they cannot sate in their den,
with a warming log fire and a rug just for them.
If true love was all that we ever did seek,
then the world might indeed belong to the meek,
for lovers don't wish to take power over all,
as there is only one person they wish to enthrall...
©Rhumour
January 15th 2012
Rhumour, 8 lipca 2012
On that hidden island where we long to be,
nestled as it is in a pure warm azure sea,
where there are no sharks to flee away from,
just young dolphins leaping out for our fun,
afore blowing bubble rings to toss around
underneath the waves that bring a pleasing sound.
The moon is never hidden on the nights it comes to shine
and rainfall will only glisten if your loving hand's in mine.
Shall we trip along the soft shore of fine bleached coral sand,
catching eight inch butterflies that seem to understand,
we'll never try to harm them or take away their food,
so they will stay contentedly, while they are in the mood
We'll sing of our great good fortune,
baritone and conch shell for trombone,
then when the music runs dry, maybe we'll shout
"There's no one home - they all went out"
And other nonsense that will maybe echo
while we never miss any nagging phone falsetto
Such dream places we could perchance still find,
An idyll that lures some corner of my mind,
that seeks safe haven from this harsh run world
and holds hope one day to have fair sails unfurled,
to venture forth with loves energy by my side,
escaping the clutches of pesky memories that hide
all hope of peace and soft romantic scenes,
that may even yet exist outside of dreams.......
©Rhumour
August 8th 2010
Rhumour, 2 stycznia 2012
There's a certain wistful aspect to her gentle grace
A fair haired lovely with elegance embedded in her face
Clear eyed and full lipped with cheekbones well defined
And just to top that outer view is the beauty of her mind
Such a combination must be more than many men can bear
So much for them to live up to - may they hope they can ensnare
A lady filled with passions that are reserved just for that one
Who offers safety for her heart and can carry her along
With them hand in hand till the night is never gone
Amid the certain knowledge that they will ever look upon
A sight that others cannot as her views are just for him
The truth is that within their bond there never will be sin
For sin is just for other souls that have yet come to learn
Without deep trust and honesty they just cannot discern
The reality of true love is we hold the other high
In every way above ourselves and without the need to ply
Our troth with false pretences in the hope that they might sway
The other's will towards us without a momentary delay
For time is well invested only when all is sincere
Then we will have earned the right to call the other dear
©Rhumour
March 7th 2009
Rhumour, 7 stycznia 2012
When the poet calls to you will you answer,
will his many lines of rhyme be enough?
Will he capture your heart with a wordy net
or retreat when he learns of your rebuff?
Oh the passions that a poet can harbour,
may be deeper than many men know,
or perhaps they are just more evident,
as his poetry can be seen to show...
For so many men keep their tongues tied,
or bypass all emotion to declare,
that their woman should be happy to have them,
quite forgetting the need to express care.
Yes the poet may be fullsome of romance,
he may bring out the depths of his soul,
I can't claim that it makes him the better,
for possessing her heart's still his goal.
It is ever the judgment of the lady,
who may choose to run with the 'cad',
as they find some attraction in danger,
and who am I to say that is mad?
©Rhumour
November 25th 2011
Rhumour, 15 stycznia 2012
An Oldie I've dug out from 1974....
The End...
The voice of hate
I've heard of late
Has sunk me down in terror
A crippled ship
I drift the depths
Of navigators error
Once bathed in light
I'm now undone
Left struggling in the dark
My memory turns
To days far gone
When the voice was of a lark
So tortured life
Now ends in strife
I gasp in vain for breath
Just left alone
Froze to the bone
I'm shaking myself to death.
©Rhumour 1974
Rhumour, 9 stycznia 2012
One hope I have for my children
No hunger or fear in their lives
Every parent wants this, so that's no surprise
When will the world meet in honesty
Openly plan an end to all poverty
Remove the crowns from the commerce kings
Let morality stand proud within all our tradings
Don't let it take too long my friends
Seek friendship and sincerity through deeds
Open dialogue so we can know each others needs
Only when we understand each other well can
New beginnings be made that will go to plan
©Rhumour
August 11th 2008
Rhumour, 6 stycznia 2012
Don't dream of star lit summer nights,
unless I'm there in the scene with you,
take all the time you wish to pine,
for days which we can share anew.
All time we spend without a touch,
without our voices sending cheer,
are hours and days we may regret,
as times we have wasted I do fear.
For it is every lovers dearest wish,
they ever can hold each others hands,
and in their minds and hearts they know
only other true lovers understand,
All love letters, songs and poetry,
should be shown in glowing magic ways,
spelt out with flower blooms and sweets
that others cannot view without some praise.
Those special times we seek as one
will never need to be replaced,
for the bonds between a star struck pair,
are within their own frame well encased.
So when you dream your dreams tonight,
remember all we've ever felt,
from moments out on country walks,
to the day when before you I once knelt.....
©Rhumour
November 27th 2010
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