Just found this section on poetry some lovely poems on here may
have a go one day sarah
When you feel well enough Sarah. I will look forward to yours.
Empty Chairs
Don McLean
I feel the trembling tingle of a sleepless night
Creep through my fingers and the moon is bright
Beams of blue come flickering through my window pane
Like gypsy moths that dance around a candle flame
And I wonder if you know
That I never understood
That although you said you’d go
Until you did I never thought you would
Moonlight used to bathe the contours of your face
While chestnut hair fell all around the pillow case
And the fragrance of your flowers rest beneath my head
A sympathy bouquet left with the love that’s dead
And I wonder if you know
That I never understood
That although you said you’d go
Until you did I never thought you would
Never thought the words you said were true
Never thought you said just what you meant
Never knew how much I needed you
Never thought you’d leave, until you went
Morning comes and morning goes with no regret
And evening brings the memories I can’t forget
Empty rooms that echo as I climb the stairs
And empty clothes that drape and fall on empty chairs
And I wonder if you know
That I never understood
That although you said you’d go
Until you did I never thought you would
This is one of the pieces I read at my BIL funeral recently.
The Broken Chain
We little knew that day,
God was going to call your name.
In life we loved you dearly,
In death, we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you.
You did not go alone.
For part of us went with you,
The day God called you home.
You left us beautiful memories,
Your love is still our guide.
And although we cannot see you,
You are always at our side.
Our family chain is broken,
And nothing seems the same,
But as God calls us one by one,
The chain will link again.
Author: Ron Tranmer
This is me
I look in the mirror and I always see
The same old ghost following me
It can be brooding and malevolent
Other times something my mind invents
Sometimes welcome, as when my dad
Comes back to relive the life he had
An appearance granted once for me
When I was nearly fifty
Here’s the face you deserve at forty
We have all been good and oh so naughty
What goes round comes round again
What the hell, are you gonna do then
The end time is coming
No point in running
Will you end up in heaven or hell
No one has returned, so we cannot tell.
Oh, Young Robert, I missed this.
It is wonderful. Thank-you:lol:
TAKE ME
Take me………Impulsively –
in a moment of summer madness
tumble me down the river bank into
the long grass in a flurry of petticoats
and suppressed laughter. Lie with me
on the rich warm earth, cover me with daisies
and your own sweet kisses.
Take me …………Lustfully -
use me, bruise me in wild exultant
wantonness. Strip away my inhibitions
with my clothes and throw them to the
four winds. Tease and torment me
until my body weeps its own submission
to your mastery.
Take me…………Sensuously –
wrapped in silk and soft candlelight,
savouring every sweet second of
piercing tenderness. Heartbeat against
heartbeat in happy oblivion. Come into
me, touch my soul, and know the warmth
of unconditional love.
© 2018
Wonderful Tabby.
Very sensuous.
COR streuth ST, are you on WINCARNIS?
Spitty that is lust.
Tabby can teach you. X
No. Just high on life, RJ !!:-D:-D
Spitty never said a word!
Tabby can teach you. X
Sorry - Not qualified to teach lust!
Yo ho Silver!, that’s the stuff that’ll make their hair curl, well done Colleen bawn.;-)
Go raibh maith agat
LIFE IS FOR LIVING
Life is for living
Trust & forgiving
Essential watchwords
Need to be heard
Love o’er powers hate
For it’s never too late
Leave angst at the gate.
Stop, contemplate
Today’s a new day
Hold it in sway
Let your fortunes change
It’s now in range
© RJ 2014
Very true, RJ, I like that one a lot!
I AM SPARTACUS
I am Spartacus and I fought the Roman world
Fighting injustice where my flag unfurled
I took the Romans by complete surprise
Stealing a victory before their very eyes
I crushed and destroyed them
Showing no mercy
But when the time came
Events turned down & dirty
They won in the end
Killing all of my men
In an orgy of death
It happened because
Of the Romans great wrath
For all claimed my own name
Over and over again
Saying……I am Spartacus
(C) RJ
Very Clever but iS it art?
On reflection
the selection
of words which rhyme
most of the time
poetry doesn’t make
its a mistake
to think so
I don’t know
what defines this form
of expression
Just guessing.
a thought is taken
stirred ,not shaken
viewed from other ways
close minded never pays
couched in language rich
or simple, take your pick
rj (c)
Very good Robert, I liked that 
Oh Young Robert I love them all.
I will treasure them.
What a lovely surprise for my birthday too.
Thank you my lovely. X