Tag Archives: Beautiful Women

Mysterious Witch

there are few rules when you build a witches castle in the clouds

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witch, you’ve got me mystified

long ago she touched my heart

when she said that she loved me

I built her a castle in the clouds

if I live to see the seven wonders

if I ever find the rainbow’s end

if I live long enough to forget her

I’ll never match her exotic beauty

the beauty that has me enchanted

an untrue love that broke my heart

bitch, you’ve got me mystified

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

never kiss a witch on the lips

the colours coldly burn

falling in love is crazy, like a bird in a storm risking it all

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some of my friends think I’m crazy

they think I’m losing my mind

too bad that love is blind

all at once I had it all

 

but it doesn’t mean anything

now that you’re gone

from afar I see

you cry

 

I will find a way to make it without you, tonight

I’m holding on to the broken dreams we had

I can still see the rainbow in your eyes

though you are an ocean away

the blue burns through me

 

the wind is in my face

too bad that love is blind

just wait ’till you see me smile

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

the poets among us know what I mean

when I say this is a found poem

and that I still love her

Love After Love

true love does not have an ending, only a new beginning

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The time will come

when, with elation

you will greet yourself arriving

at your own door, in your own mirror

and each will smile at the other’s welcome,

 

and say, sit here.  Eat.

You will love again the stranger who was your self.

Give wine.  Give Bread.  Give back your heart

to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

 

all your life, whom you ignored

for another, who knows you by heart.

Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

 

The photographs, the desperate notes,

peel your own image from the mirror.

Sit.  Feast on your life.

by Derek Walcott

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

this poignant poem was shared with me by a very special friend indeed

Songs on Saturday II ~ London Beat

senza una donna, e quanto è lontana, e sono senza unna donna

A very cool, tough, strong, grounded, together, harder, tougher, sensitive, wiser, self-confident, and self-aware guy doesn’t need a woman to make him happy.  Not much.

Not so long ago a woman almost broke me, physically, mentally, emotionally spiritually.  Luckily I’m over her now.  But not much

Please listen responsibly.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

she hurt him with her lovely eyes

Friends Without Benefits

she spoke to him with words, he looked at her with feelings

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can you just be friends with me?

was the question she asked him

since I get no choice I guess yes

are you really sure about that?

she asked, very sweetly smiling

twisting the knife a little more

he’s only a second-best friend

it’s a real shame he’s in love

even worse that it had to be her

but love has no common sense

it’s just the road to Hell

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

love and desire going nowhere

Being In Love

One life that soon is past, yet what’s done with love will forever last

Loving someone doesn’t mean being blind to their faults, nor always liking everything they have ever done.  But if you love someone you will accept, understand, and forgive almost anything and everything.  If you truly love someone you will support them through their darkest times, try to show them the way when they are lost, and never be negative when they are being stupid.

Nobody can make you feel the way that your love can.

There is only one true happiness in life, to love and be loved.

You may not be her first date, her first kiss, or her first fuck….. but be her last everything.

Some say that there is no such thing as true love.  And that all everyone wants is sex.  All I know is that I loved someone….

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Jack Collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

Making love in a spring meadow

is a memory or a dream.

Christmas Fun ~ The Pretenders

Christmas is the day that holds all time together.

For the first time since he died, this morning I had a fond memory of my father, from very long ago.  It seems that Christmas transcends time and distance.

This song is another memory from long ago, something that would be played in my car on the long drive north from London to a little pit village in County Durham.

Please listen thinking of those far away this Christmas.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

for the girl riding shotgun

who will be far away this Christmas

How Did Quasimodo Feel?

to love and to be loved is the ultimate,

but to love without being loved back is the truth.

If I said I had met both the Clintons, and that I liked him but didn’t like her, might either suggest that I lacked taste, or that I once moved in some exalted circles.  Well, maybe I did both.  I got used to turning left when got on the aircraft, having hotel receptionists know who I was without asking, and having bartenders mix my drink without me having to say it was a vodka martini.  Fuck! just how pretentious was that?

The trappings of success are seductive, money makes life much easier than it is for the less well off, and it seems that successful men attract better looking women than do the average office drone.  And, take it from me, when it comes to looking good most of what I had was clothes and charisma.

The circles I worked in, attracting top dollar, were filled with very attractive, well-dressed good looking women and men who could have had a career in Hollywood.  And there was I, a product of the post-war depression that gripped England.  Low calorie, vitamin deficient, crap medical care, and non existent dentistry.  We were a nation of short, maladjusted, angry, troglodyte, geniuses.

Among a nation of pretty brilliant, if mal-adjusted guys, I was in the upper quartile, at the far end of the bell-curve.  And that’s a hard place to live your life.  In England, at the time, being the top scholar in a grammar school just got you beaten up.  Ergo the smarter guys hid their lights under a bushel.

Then the worst thing imaginable happened.  Valerie Nelson, the prettiest, nicest, most attractive girl in my year had an obvious crush on me.  Valerie came from money, she was always suntanned in a town where the sun was always hidden behind the dirty cloud from the coke works.  She holidayed in Kenya, whereas I spent a week in Whitby.  She had a manicure and I bit my nails.

I’d like to say that the story had a happy ending.

It didn’t.

I was her Quasimodo and she was my Esmeralda.  There was a sexual incident.  That was the first time I knew I could be dangerously violent.

It broke her heart when I walked away.

I may get over her one day.  I may spend the rest of my life trying.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

Paris is Burning

 

Remembering Old Friends

if you remember people, then they will remember you

don’t just be one of the crowd

This is the time of year that most of us think back and remember old friends we haven’t seen for years, or even family members we hardly ever meet.  I’m reminded of that with every Christmas card I write, and by each one I receive.  Every year I am glad that I keep a Christmas card list, with up to date names and addresses, and that I take the trouble to send a card to everyone on the list.  And like many people nowadays I add a few lines about what my year has been like.

You can make more friends in two months by becoming interested in other people than you can in two years by trying to get other people interested in you.  ~  Dale Carnigie

There are some places I can go where I am almost certain to be recognised by someone I haven’t seen in years ~ and then I have to dredge through the corridors of my mind to put a name to the face.  I’s actually surprising and delightful when someone you haven’t met for a long time shows that they remember you ~ and it’s cool to be able to show the same courtesy.

It may seem insignificant but, if you remember people, they will remember you and that’s essential if you want to be successful in Life and Love.  Some may find this easy, if they have the kind of photographic memory that can recall faces, names, places, and events ~ but we can all do this too with just a little work.  Back in the day I used to keep a notebook; names and a few personal details of the interesting people I met.  If you’re a guy it’s doubly essential that you remember the women you meet.

The most important thing is to listen ~ stop talking, let other people talk for a change, and really listen.  That doesn’t mean saying nothing, a real man’s role in a conversation is to ask questions and encourage the other person, (or people), to share things about themselves.  Look for things that truly matter to them.  You will learn so much more about people if you try this, and when I was a deliberately good listener I learned a hell of a lot about myself too.

But, FFS, don’t make notes where others can see you writing stuff down.  That will get you into trouble ~ you may even get your face slapped.  I did.

If your notebook is to have any point, then you have to do something with it, preferably at the end of every day.  These days the best thing to do would be to create some kind of a database or computerised directory, even if it’s just simple stuff like partner’s name, children’s names, birthdays, where they work, what they’re vitally interested in…..  Back in the day I had a card index.  These days I have a Christmas card list.

Some say that it’s pointless remembering people because you may never meet them again.  And that listening to other people talk is incredibly boring.  All I know is that I used to be the best there ever was, because I remembered people.

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

if you want to be successful in Love

the at least get her name right

Songs on Saturday ~ Angel Eyes

only the moon and stars know
where you got those pretty blue eyes

I know a woman who has the the blue eyes of an angel, I wish that I understood her, but maybe that isn’t for mortal man.

Once I wrote a poem entitled a witch with angel eyes.

Please listen responsibly

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

never look into her eyes at midnight

else you are doomed to love her

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