Biography
I get an incredible buzz from writing poetry, prose, monologues, sketches and short stories. I have just recently begun posting musings on Helium.
I'm based at the centre of the cosmos..Bolton of course! I just love the written word, how it unlocks who we are, who we might appear to be and of course who we would love to be!
Samples
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This is not a bed, this is an alter
The place where my alter ego was born
Wrapped and rapt in your love
These are not walls
They are silent witnesses at this chapel of love
Where a heart ached with joy
And peace was forever discovered and held tight
These are not sheets
They are the robes of a goddess
Discarded in the throes of love
Drenched with passion
Writhing in a red heap on the floor
This was not an encounter
It is the very stuff we are born for
The wellspring of passion
An offering of pure love
Pore into me
When I entered the room
The light was off
And you were on
The bulb was dead
You just shone
Radiant
Within the filament
The firmament
Flickering flame
Of your heart
Surrounded by words
Of pure art
You fold me
Onto the bed
Lying there
Laying in wait
I enfold you
Not knowing
What to do
Simply hold you
Adore you
Absorb you
Bore into you
Enter every pore
Of you
Become you
The core you
Just to pour you
Into me
All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.
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Posted on Saturday 20th February 2010 4:03 pm
Snowplace likes home
Home like snowplace I know
Fireplace replace ice space
And snowplace in this cone
Take the particle of this icicle
And know your own home
A rash, a thaw…freeze-frame
Crows claw
Snowplace likes thaw
In this eye-gravel of frost
Hand becomes raw
Tears become acid
Breath becomes more
Heavy pulse in the crunch-step
Through snowplace to door
Cabin-fever rush out
Snow fever rush in
In this fracture-cube ice passion in
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shoeless
Sun 16th Nov 2008 00:22
thankyou kindly for taking the time to think and then comment on my poem ,