I am the lucky one
real love means doing whatever it takes
no more grey skies now
~
never felt a love like this
just that first tender kiss
was all that it took
for me to give everything
to make her mine
for all of time
~
jackcollier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
do whatever it takes
to chase the grey skies away
love is light
every moment is made glorious by the light of love
~
she walks in beauty in the night
the moon and stars her tender light
a soft brightness her soul incites
to taste of love’s passionate delights
~
jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
starlight serves to highten her charms
sorry
goodbye is the hardest word
~
please forgive me when things don’t always go right
and that I didn’t say; ‘I love you’ as much as I might
I apologise that I stay awake just to hear you breathing
and that sometimes I get weary late at night
please forgive me that I couldn’t make it to forever
only to a pacific sunset’s last fading light
~
jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
men can’t always make it perfect
no matter how hard they try
Food on Friday ~ Aphrodite’s Herbalist
herbs demonstrate the earth’s nurturing love
~
there is a love called the herbs
which knows seasons and extraction
~
which chooses and uses through filtration
the pungent perfume of timed infusion
~
aromatic alchemical warmed fluids
medicinal herbs mystical magical uses
~
richly potent oils from maceration
concentrated to potions by decoction
~
glistening alcoholic secret distillation
Aphrodisiac attention to her golden skin
sensual memories of myriad loves
~
jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
sage is a psychotropic aphrodisiac
sensual women should beware
its dreams of desire
I’m Ready
I get knocked down and wrecked, I get up again
~
time to get off my knees
things are never as bad as they seem
I’m ready to live my dreams
~
jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
the wreck at the end of the road?
or the start of a new journey?
Driving Rhyme
promiscuity is about sex, not about relationships
~
I drove day and night
to get to her
neither sane nor right
I wrecked the car
for what, just a cheat
~
jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
cheating on a good man is like
throwing away a diamond
and picking up a brick
Sports Car Poetry
drive her like it’s your last day
~
long wide roads
soft top hard driving
toward the setting sun
~
jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
any colour you like
as long as she’s white
Songs on Saturday ~ Harry Connick Jr.
so many want to change the one they first fell for
I’ve been lost, I’ve been alone, I’ve despaired, and I’ve drank. Now I know that there is someone out there for me, I never need to walk alone. I know that when I find her I’ll care for her for who she is, not for who I want her to be.
I never need to walk alone, unless that’s what Fate decrees.
And Fate had better watch out.
~
jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
she’s not the one
she never was
Arc Troubles
it wasn’t raining until Noah built the arc
~
Noah though he could fix the arc
with just a phillips screwdriver
the geese disagreed
~
with thanks to Paula Light for the phillips, thought, geese prompt
jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
Canada Geese, the golfers least favourite bird
Songs on Saturday ~ Writing’s On The Wall
the first draft is just me telling myself the story
Except the writing isn’t on the wall, or anywhere else for that matter. Now the poetry anthology Seascapes and Serenity Lost is finished and published on Amazon, I feel the need for a new project, a new book, perhaps a collection of short stories. Maybe I have a title Dreams of Desire, but no idea what the content is going to be. Or how about a Bond spoof ~ maybe not.
From the James Bond movie Spectre.
You can do the pose if you wish.
Different music for me.
~
jack collier ~ jackcollier7@talktalk.net
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