The Lost Poet

Biography

I was just a little lost once! Not literally just lost, and i found a means of expression which for a while set me free! I would like to find that path again and "enjoy the view" once more! I am 39 years old, live in South Yorkshire but long to move to the Lake District and live on the hills. From a book yet unwritten called "Poems to Treasure"

Samples

Rest with Me Behind my sleeping eyes, Lies a place of sweet belief, Where our souls dance as one. The miles are but a whisker, And time no more a stranger, But invited in for fun… Oh for heavens sake, Let me sleep, let me sleep, And never ever wake… TLP 5th Nov 2003 Love Book No, I didn’t write the book of love, But its pages, I’ve read a few. I know I still have much to learn, But could I study it with you ? 12th March 2003 Love Book - The Finale So long has our love burned bright, We burned our candles deep into the night. So many things I learned from you, As for chapters we added a few. The words we knew off by heart, We took each others lessons & played our part. But as I lay and watch the bedroom ceiling, I cannot keep back the lonely feeling. After habit turns me over to kiss you good night, I stretch across the empty bed to turn out the light. I cuddle your pillow that still smells of you, And lay in the dark wishing that it hugged me too. TLP June 2003 My Nympholepsy To feel this torn yet be so alive is madness, Stranger yet; how happy can be my sadness ? King George could not have been any saner, But it is I not she, for I could never blame her. For my aching head, so sore from my restless bed, Unsated hunger feeds my words that must not be said. And my heart so weary now, As my soul is bruised, yet knows not why or how ? Outstretched my empty hand that’s yearning to be lead, Held out for so long, yet not seen nor taken. All hope of love this time, forsaken… Nympholept 27th May 2003 This Love This love, such as it is Bound by no convention As if love could ever be Knows no touch Nor the sweetest kiss Yet burns so deep As to dry the wettest tears Enduring this lonely walk Of paths so far apart But if they were to cross I would stay the wait and Watch seasons come and go Of my vigil, Would she ever know? Still, my love not lost, no, Just never found So I’ll take it with me To be buried in the ground TLP 8th Dec 2004 Sound of time in a tomb (A riddle!) What could I be? If not married nor boy, Once on my feet, But lying beneath thee. But I hope to be, That what I am not, Not lost forever, A hope long forgot. 20th Nov 2003 Beholden Could my eyes deceive me ? Such beauty, How they tantalise and tease me. Sights that thrill and inspire, A promise of intent, Portents of desire. Windows to my soul, But do I look so blind ? So look again, And tell me what you find ! For I long to shut them tight, And imagine what I might ! Beholder 21st May 2003 Cupids Crypt The tokens of my love, An old menu, some poems and happy snaps, The tickets to our film, And a silly pebble from a walk. Cards too many to count, Just stuff! About which we used to talk. Things once so dear, Now just affection’s clutter. Just remnants of what you meant to me, Still, my heart goes on. But your love of me, now dead, Lay entombed in a shoebox, And pushed under the bed. TLP 7th April 2003 King Fisher Beneath my throne, up on high, My watery kingdom flows, For the king of fishers, am I. Ha! Tis an emperor’s robe I wear The finest silken weave, Bedecked with jewels I swear. Don’t be deceived by how, so small, Ruling nonchalance, I sit so tall. My subjects; stickleback and minnows, Frozen still within my stare, Game within my shallows, I hunt them there. A dazzling flash, like a sapphire dart, But what could be as blue? Except the blood, within my beating heart. Nick Cable 9th Dec 2003

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