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
the brightest moonrise
in the curves of her form a hero found his wanton goddess
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
enchanted lust is as a candle under a dark moon
hard as stone
dry as a bone
far as the moon
she left me alone
the enchantress crone
dangerous women attract me
I suffer an abnormal fear of abandonment
Hold infinity in your soul, and eternity in your dreams
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
men, mankind, tide, and time change
but the sea is the ever the same
Humphrey Bogart, Ingrid Bergman ~ As Time Goes By
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.
jack collier firstname.lastname@example.org
If you take everything personally and to heart, it will tear you apart.
be who you are
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
some relationships are mere transitory financial transactions.
If you’re always looking back, how can you see the road in front of you.
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
Marmaduke really likes road trips
and so do I
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
lovely, lithe, lissom, languid, lascivious, lust
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.
the cold grey North Sea is often a very dangerous place to be
There are no rules of architecture for a castle built in the clouds.
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