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John Firhill, 8 february 2012

Doggone

Running, jumping, skipping, panting,
twisting, turning, children chanting
through the woods, into the waters
with family, friends and neighbors daughters
Chasing felines, fetching sticks
Soaking sunlight, catching ticks
Watching, guarding, nothing fearing
Always loving, selective hearing
Barking once, twice for strangers
Louder yet for approaching dangers
Nuzzling, licking, pawing, bragging
can’t stand still, thick tail wagging
Companion, buddy to the end
Thank You Lady, truest friend!

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John Firhill, 7 february 2012

Missing

Missing, longing, waiting, yearning
Waves of passion gushing, churning
Minutes, hours, daylight burning
Unforeseen emotions stirring

Moments fleeting, memories flashing
pain increasing, never ceasing
Skin a'tingling, fear of failing
Heart with anguish now is ailing

Hungering, thirsting of your touching
Lacking closeness, pillow cluthing
Soul on fire, dawn approaching
Tomorrow's coming, relief encroaching!

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John Firhill, 21 january 2012

Walk on

Together we’ve walked a long trail You and I
at times in some rugged terrain
The baggage’s been heavy,
the streams sometimes fierce
But with You by my side it’s been bearable pain

The last trail we hiked, in mountains so wild
I struggled more than You could see
A hurricane storm was trying to tear
The bond tied between You and me

In spite of the struggle and pain I now feel
And wonder if You also do
From this valley of gloom,
with all of my zeal
I do want to walk on together with You

Whether winter is coming with cold winds and snow
I still pray that the weather gets drier
But if you must walk on
I just want you to know
I’ll always wait here for You by the fire

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John Firhill, 21 january 2012

Morning lust

When morning lust in me arise
and heart goes bump-a-thump
My thoughts go south and I fantasize
About your firm and lovely rump

The night was long and sleep was good
We spooned so tight, all night through
So, again I wake with morning wood
From dreams of making love to you

I long for your strawberries, hard but sweet
delicious, wet and juicy lips
and that which makes it all complete;
your shaking knees and thrusting hips

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John Firhill, 18 january 2012

Morning rays

I placed some kisses on your neck this morning,
and a few to smooth your wrinkled face
How I wish I'ld stayed a little longer
to once again enjoy your morning rays

Tho' leaving you will allways test my patience
I trust I'll be there soon again some day
to savour and enjoy your morning fragrance
Now, there's another cause to wipe the tears away.

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John Firhill, 18 january 2012

Flames of Desire

Thought I'd have a quiet evening
I was relaxed, at ease within
Hope of Love was a distant feeling,
'cause, I've learned to keep it in.

But the taste of some Chardonnay,
with a few stogies in between
For sure would help to ease the pain,
would keep the dreary blues away.

The band got started on a love song
but I didn't care for it at all.
True love forever lasts, they sang.
Maybe it does, but I don't recall.

It's burned my soul down into ashes,
the heart is cold and desolate.
What's left behind is constant yearning
But there's no fuel left for burning.

When unexpectedly deep within me,
no roaring fire, no blinding flash.
But like a hand clad in velvet
giving a touch of soft caress.

Could feel it growing up my spine
as pulsating shocks in a wire
Could it just be the sweet red wine
or was it Flames of hot desire?

I turned my head to look around me
if my condition someone saw
A pair of eyes seemed to have noticed
We were now looking eye to eye

An angels face, why so familiar?
I almost felt an urge to enquire
where we've met or seen each other.
Was this the source of the burning fire?

Now, I'm no novice poker player,
I know when to hold and when to fold
Can read a face like written pages
from the youngster to the old.

But this one sure was vastly different
No batting eye, no raised up brow
such cool demeanor, so confounding
This body language I don't speak or know.

I was not prepared for what was coming,
didn't see it for what it was
But I knew I wasn't ready
to let my feelings out, because

I've been on fire with desire
and then rejected and cast off
Like being burned alive and tortured
and being thrown out like a scoff.

Now, this feeling was something different
It made me shiver with delight
At that moment I lost all judgment
But was still keeping up the fight

If I stay I'll loose the battle.
Recalled a flame from long ago
With hot blood running through my veins
I finally decided to get up and go.

Climbing upstairs changed the scenery
I felt again I was on level ground
But then I saw she was right behind me
Realized that I had been found.

Oh the ravenous look she gave me!
I was again at war within
This time I could not keep on fighting
I knew this battle I could not win.

She called out loud 'where are you going'?
'What's your name? Let's have some wine'
She stroked my hand, her face was glowing
An invitation I could not decline

Our bodies touched so briefly, softly
no words were spoken, moment divine
Her eyes were pleading for affirmation
Please don't leave me, be mine tonight!

Seduced at once, no doubt about it
I could not tell even where I was
Completely powerless before her
My brain was at a total loss

'The fire is hot', my mind was saying
'you should not touch it, you'll burn again! '
it kept on nagging, 'quit your playing,
just get out 'cause, remember when…?

Though the numbness of long lost passion
was still so fresh I could touch the scars,
perhaps as balm to soothe the anguish
made me reach out and defy the alarms.

I never knew true sense of ardor
until her hungry soul I felt within.
Likewise lost in a world of torment
She didn't show it, but I could feel it still.

No words were needed, just the essentials
Two hearts converse in silent terms,
what was said seemed inconsequential
when mutual feelings are confirmed.

Communication in body language
by those who see it, is understood.
I beheld a soul so tender, raged
With empathy my heart did flood.

An angels face, so frail and delicate
I wonder what her maker thought
A creation so in tune with splendor
a making so in beauty caught.

But later when in my arms I hold
and making Love to her, I hear
out of nowhere, a quiet whisper
Just be gentle, she's made of gold.

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John Firhill, 18 january 2012

Walls of Stone

As a king in a castle dwelling
Who's got hardly any fear at all
From all enemies protected
Completely safe, I lived secure

Walls of stone my heart surrounded
A deep, wide moat uncrossable
Out of fear I hid my spirit
Making sure my grounds I held

Once I roamed about so freely
Fearing nothing, trusting all
Mingling openly, unsuspecting
Heart as soft as a cotton ball

Found a soul to trust completely
and was trusted in return
Nothing hiding, all confiding
My mind was void of all concern

Came the day of discontentment
It did not stand the test of time
Deprived of trust, echoed the sentence
Being lonely was my crime

Like dying flames turns into embers
I felt the heat subside within
Raw emotions, rubbed and shredded
Was told to take it on the chin

Now the hurting brought back memories
from a child deprived of love
Never hugged nor with cheers encouraged
more often felt a slap or shove

The teenage lad, lost and disoriented
ever hungering for approving words
not knowing where to find compassion
No one to show the attained awards

A shell of hardened steel encases
the heart that once held a tender spot
Now bulletproof, impenetrable
The childlike joy long gone, forgot

The years went by, I did not notice
what I was missing, what passed me by
I took the road more often traveled
Not stopping to see what was awry

The bitterness of discontentment
held me captive in my cell
I didn't know it, was just indifferent
Thought I was safe inside my shell

Although the knowledge of isolation
was evident, I still perceived;
to reach out and risk rejection
Wasn't worth the price of being deceived

Then came the day of trepidation
when someone cunningly, unseen
during the darkest of my hours
scaled the walls and entered in

Who's this foe of mine in darkness?
I asked myself and took to fight
With the sword and shield of anger
I stood up tall, fought like a knight

But the foe proved to be an angel
Disarmed me of my mighty arms
Loving eyes and words so sweet
Removed the fear, turned off the alarms

With words so wise she made me notice
To what the sum of life amounts;
It's not the years that you are alive,
but the years you Truly Live, that counts

So today I start preparing
a task enormous and grueling
Tearing the walls down into rubble
To let the Love of life come in

It won't get done today, I know
And not tomorrow, or this week
It may be years before they're gone
But to get it done is all I seek

You see, these walls were built to last
With skill and craftiness by me
To tear them down leaves me exposed
For all to see my insecurity

My heart's been cold as stone, and hard
Compassion wanting, deprived of love
Since childhood wounded, troubled, scarred
But today I'll have no more thereof

These words may not make sense to you
Perhaps you think I'm a pretender
If you're befuddled with what I mumble
Go to Webster's, look up; Surrender!

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Other poems: Doggone, Missing, Walk on, Morning lust, Morning rays, Flames of Desire, Walls of Stone,

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