Category Archives: Poetry

Moonlight Cherishes

The moon looks down upon us all with her kindly lovelight

Artemis, Cerridwen, Diana, Isis, Luna, Seline,

the brightest full moon should be enough

She keeps me safe in her celestial love

soft and white as some heavenly dove

yet unimaginably distant so far above

ordinary man with pain undreamed of

be comforted because you are loved

Jack Collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

the brightest moonrise

Goddess’ Betrayal

in the curves of her form a hero found his wanton goddess

Aphrodite symbolises

a lover’s eternal choices

of feminine enchantments

exploiting sexual differences

intellectual harmony balances

emotions desired disharmonies

wants needs desires dreams lusts

pleasures’ ecstasies turned into dust

Jack Collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

Haunted Abandonment

enchanted lust is as a candle under a dark moon

night soon

hard as stone

dry as a bone

far as the moon

she left me alone

the enchantress crone

Jack Collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

dangerous women attract me

and yet

I suffer an abnormal fear of abandonment

Dreams of Inner Peace

Hold infinity in your soul, and eternity in your dreams

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haunting music of the wind, wave counterpointed, kaleidoscope echoed

wildly framed the seascape bowl with solitary figure slowly walking

alone against a world struggling, changing but ever the same

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

men, mankind, tide, and time change

but the sea is the ever the same

Tunes on Tuesday ~ Casablanca

Humphrey Bogart, Ingrid Bergman ~ As Time Goes By

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In Casablanca, Rick never said; ‘Play it again Sam’, but he should have

Women can drive a man to remember, and to think

all that may make a guy so take just one more drink

and booze does no good, but his love is treacherous

he can do better, and he will always have memories

I never truly told a friend how much I loved her, and I should have.

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jack collier                                                      jackcollier7@talktalk.net

The Dear Joan Letter

If you take everything personally and to heart, it will tear you apart.

just

reject

eschew

criticisms

trust yourself

be who you are

have self-awareness

and total self-assurance

display utter self-confidence

try to really know who you are

let all those bastards and bitches

just fuck off to have a really nice day

in their sad dysfunctional relationships

of bad one-time loves and other strangers

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

some relationships are mere transitory financial transactions.

Road Trip Eclipsed

If you’re always looking back, how can you see the road in front of you.

talking

and laughing

towns passing by

sharing quiet intimacy

marvelling at the scenery

enjoying long roads’ rhythms

discovering unknown real America

driving through the country no one sees

California, Nevada, Arizona, Utah, Wyoming

witnessing the marvel of a dark sun at noontime

knowing those uplifting moments will be long gone

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

Marmaduke really likes road trips

and so do I

Wild Romance

If you want me, just whistle.  You know how to whistle don’t you…..

You are the one

unique and singular

more beautiful to me than

a rainbow in its serried colours

wild, free, and hotter than the sun

romancing you and my life just began

strange, crazy, weird, erotic, feral, and fun

come and ride the river, come ride the moon

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

lovely, lithe, lissom, languid, lascivious, lust

The Shipping Forecast

I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and the sky,
and all I ask is a tall ship, and a star to steer her by…..

At 05:20 each morning the haunting notes of Lillibullero announce the beginning of the shipping forecast on my wireless.  Weather reports and forecasts for the seas around the coasts of the British Isles, it’s as reliable as Death and Taxes, and as accurate as an atomic clock.  The shipping forecast has to be accurate, sailors lives depend upon it.  It’s all about the wind, the sea, the sky, and the clouds.

The shipping forecast has been made available to sailors for the past 151 years, (except during wartime when weather was a military secret), and has been broadcast on the wireless since 1911.  In more than 100 years the BBC has only failed to broadcast the forecast once, on 30 May 2014, when due to a technical fault listeners heard the BBC’s World Service instead.

The 31 sea areas reported always come in exactly the same order.  Mostly I mentally tune out the reports and forecasts for such places as Southeast Iceland, Faeroes, Fair Isle, Viking…..  But I really listen up when the announcer intones Cromarty, Forth, Tyne, Dogger…..  because that includes ‘my’ sea area, and as my garret is just 100 yards from the sea I get whatever weather the shipping forecast says is expected.

Utterly reliable, honest, dependable, accurate, and a little old-fashioned, the Shipping Forecast is a rock of stability in an ever-changing world, and I’m probably the only person I actually know that listens to it.

I should learn from the Shipping Forecast.  I firmly believe that what women want most in a long-term partner are exemplified by the qualities of that daily radio broadcast; reliability, honesty, dependability, accuracy in thought, word, and deed ~ and maybe a little sense of old-fashioned style.

Some say that women want spontaneity, excitement, adventure, really cool things.  And, that most women want guys who pick up the restaurant bill, arrange the vacations and buy the tickets, and who will go to wild parties and pretend to enjoy them.  All I know is that when the shit hits the fan women want a guy they can rely on to keep them safe, a guy as dependable as the Shipping Forecast.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talk

 

the cold grey North Sea is often a very dangerous place to be

 

Scenes on Sunday ~ Dramatic Clouds

There are no rules of architecture for a castle built in the clouds.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

I heard their evils sounds

as they all tried to clip my wings

and keep my feet back on the ground

I don’t care, I’ve already burned my bridges

so don’t even look for me, I won’t ever be around

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