Category Archives: Poetry

Songs on Saturday ~ Billy Joel

people disappoint, passion is ephemeral, pasta is eternal

A long, long time ago, I can still remember when this music used to make me smile.  That was before I started wearing Italian suits, dated an Italian girl, bought an Italian car, and almost married into the Jacionelli Family.  Suit Ferragamo, Shoes Gucci, Car Alpha Romeo, Girl Sophia, Ice Cream Jacionelli.

Some say that you can’t ever truly know a woman until you’ve taken her out for dinner to your favorite little Italian Restaurant.  And that you will never what she’s going to look like when she’s older until you’ve met her mother.  All I know is that I’d rather have an Alpha Romeo sports car than a Morris Oxford.

History may be repeating itself ~ as history does

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

beautiful, expensive, temperamental

lost love’s journey’s ending

the heart’s darkest wilderness is not a place of this Earth

~

I have journeyed far

through Xanadu, Samarkand, Shangri-la, and Elsinore

I traveled not for love alone

but to fulfill my quest, meet my fate, and free my soul

my heart torn apart by ardour

I wandered by the mountains of the moon’s raging river

in darkest passion’s burning fervour

I could take the pain and stand the rain as should warrior

a warrior proud, steadfast, alone forever

I wouldst take you far to Shangri-la, a land of never never

so join me, my princess most proud and fair

be my Lady, my Goddess, Queen of Camelot and Elsinore

to be together, as it ’twere long ago and before

lost love’s journey’s ending, together now and forevermore

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

darkness cannot drive out darkness

only the dawn’s early light can do that

chaos in love

true love finds an oasis of calm in the storm’s chaos

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and where there once was love

now there’s nothing left to say

go down to the water’s edge

cast dreams and prayers away

leave all the hurt and pain unsaid

I was bad, I was blind, I was unkind

all that’s left are memories to forgive

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

there are no rainbows over a black beach

when a man’s in love

a real man takes the time to learn how to love only one woman

~

if he is in love

he will find a way

to forge their destiny

together, forever, always

under a soft summer moon

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

yin and yang

darkness and light

secrets & regrets

no matter how careful you are, your secrets will come to light

~

Secrets

Past Desires

Past Kisses

Past Sins

Past Lovers

Past Lusts

Past Lies

Past Lives

Deep Regrets

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

he smiled at you

like he knew all your secrets

she’s calling on the telephone

how does she always know just when to call?

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she only calls when she’s lonely

she only calls when she needs me

and every time she calls she cries

she tells me her little love stories

then she tells me her bigger lies

she tells me how fine it could be

she just can’t look into my eyes

so, it’s time I said goodbye

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

she’s lonely again

it’s just her choice of men

she loved me for a day

the flowering of love never dies it’s time just passes

~

twilight’s last whisper

dreaming of memories

loves lost times past

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

loves sweet sorrow lingers

as the night gathers

 

Random Jottings ~ Vampires

vampires do not drive sensible cars

~

never offer a vampire a drink

~

he tasted the blood in the water

well, she was that kind of vampire

~

she was bad, she was mean, she was dangerous

but she did drive a vintage red Corvette

~

most vampire’s theme song isn’t the toccata and fugue

it’s bat out of hell

I once loved a vampire, but she was a few hundred years older than me

~

jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net

she had wise eyes

a face of angelic innocence

damn shame she was a vampyre

Writing

English, the finest and truest language ever known to mankind

Nobody can write a scene like Shakespeare, even though he couldn’t even spell his own name.

We few, we happy few, we band of brothers

For he today that sheds his blood with me

Shall be my brother

I cannot write prose like Mark Twain, even though he was naught but a steam boat pilot.

Never allow someone else to be your priority

while allowing yourself to be their option

Few can stir the blood like a Tennyson or Coleridge.

Half a league, half a league, half a league onward

into the valley of death rode the six hundred

Or evoke love and passion in the way of a Keats or Shelly.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever

its loveliness increases, it will never pass into nothingness

But I can write like me ~ direct, pithy, sanguine, and terse.

Haunting music of the wind, wave counterpointed, pink sky echoed

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

perhaps not the greatest writer

Fleming created an iconic character

tired and bored with myself

make a new start, get up and get out there, there is naught to fear

I don’t feel pleasure

there is no real pain

waking up is pointless

too much useless leisure

far too much cold rain

the days are countless

thoughts are mindless

nothing to lose nor gain

just isolated loneliness

it’s time to begin again

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

it’s time to laugh again

 

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