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The Lady Loves

Sex without real love is as pointless as love without great sex.

~

sex,

lovers,

sensuality,

hot sexiness,

the lady adores,

his cool advances,

he takes every chance,

she loves a sexual dance,

she entrances with a glance,

amorous excitement, romance,

is this true friendship, love or sex?

real dominatrix or submissive enough?

does she like very hard, passionate, rough?

or a slow sensual romantic gentle caring love?

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

or maybe she likes meaningless casual animal sex

Tunes on Tuesday ~ Shania Twain

Never try to impress a woman ~ she’s seen and heard it all before.

What’s likely to impress a woman, and what isn’t?

Outside of a new love’s first bliss, I don’t know any really cool woman who isn’t going to think this line is totally sick making;  The darkest hour of my day is the hour in which I don’t get to see you.  ~  Amit Kalantri.  It’s a cute line, but to me it’s not cool, and not impressive.

Actually, that may not be quite true, it’s all about the mood, the moment, the time, the place, and the delivery.  But, in my experience, a line like that is just trying too hard.

In general terms, the harder a guy tries to impress a cool, mature, together woman, the less impressed she is likely to be.  The thing is, boys have been trying to impress her ever since they first noticed that she was a girl ~ so you’ve got twenty years of her cynicism to overcome.

Unless you’re Steve McQueen forget about impressing her, and just be true to yourself.  If that’s not enough then politely say goodbye ~ some say there’s always a nicer, prettier, sexier girl just around the corner.  Me I’m not always so certain.

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

Next to Snoopy, who was ever cooler?

love’s cold heart

In romance and love I want so much that I aim too high.

~

and then the cold winds of reality shattered my dreams

destroyed every desire and denied my expectations

she listened to my love’s pointless declarations

grim darkness came to a relationships end

knowing controlling power was hers

she held my heart in her hands

believe a witch’s promise

take the witch’s kiss

enter the abyss

and be lost

forever

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

She is the darkly mysterious sorceress whom the ravens name Lenore

blame it on the moon

Poets, lovers, and lunatics have such seething brains.

lost and alone, dismal depressed heartsick

I didn’t want to get angry again so soon

I spoke with her in the late afternoon

and I thought I was now immune

you can blame it on the moon

I’m still just a bitter lunatic

blame it on the moon

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

It’s just the dark of the moon.

my character defects

Character defects exist to remind you of how much you were wounded.

My past was darkness

anger, anxieties, arrogance

bigotry, blaming, boastfulness

controlling, cowardice, crudeness

dishonesty, destruction, deviousness

fear, guilt, hate, harshness, hopelessness

intolerance, judgementalism, lying, lustfulness

manipulating, negativity, perfectionism, recklessness

evil sarcasm, selfishness, thoughtlessness, unfaithfulness

unreliability, undisciplined thrill seeking, vulgarity, wastefulness

all my days were filled with misery, pain, suffering, doubt, difficulties

today I am empowered, self-aware, self-confident, accepting mindfulness

I have abandoned my character defects and found acceptance and happiness

~

jack collier

email;  jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

the pain you felt yesterday

is the strength you feel today

lusts wants needs desires

When I am true to myself, I am strong beyond measure.

the application of will

continues to tempt me still

uninhibited too dangerous thrill

urges wants desires needs emotional

uninhibited casual sexual relationships fill

my life with seductress midnight encounters

hazardous erotic carnal liaisons midnight hours

rash instant gratification sensual lustful animal urges

I know that I should have become a better man than that

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

the path to freedom from suffering

is through self-discipline in body, mind, and spirit

Preservation of Self

I am what I am, and that’s a man.

Your feelings are not my feelings, and my feelings are not your feelings

your standards are not my mine,  my standards are not your standards

your past is not my past, and my past is not your past

your life is not my life, and my life is not your life

you are not me, and I am not you

and yet we are friends and lovers

Jack Collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

a witch with angel eyes

I had my share of nightmares
didn’t think there could be much more
then in walked Rodrick Usher with the Lady Elanor

only the moon and stars know,

where you got those pretty blue eyes,

that smile while you tell such elegant lies,

you must have fallen down from out of the sky,

you must be some sort of witch to torment a guy,

who’s unwise as to fall hard for your delicate disguise,

your every word of tenderness a tormenting sweet caress,

but I know just who you are, and I know your long goodbyes.

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

she sang me a starlight sexual lullaby,

a thousand times, or maybe more,

and in the end, she didn’t care

Answered Prayers

My muse as always, is Aphrodite. ~ Shakespeare in Love

my goddess of love, sorceress, divine spirit,

you were there when I needed you most,

when I was lonely, miserable and lost,

drifting aimlessly from pillar to post,

you visited in dreams as a ghost,

and as a goddess lifted me up,

for that I shall you worship,

forever, no matter what,

you live in my heart.

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

Aphrodite, Goddess of Grace and lascivious love of Ares ~ eternally unrequited

The Dark Night of the Soul

Only out of suffering emerges the strongest souls.

inner torment

jealousy and doubt

the demon soul eaters

visit in the blackest night

darkness lonely frightfulness

another run around nightmares

of lying half-truths dishonest deceit

she was a dark witch circling the firelight

she made it so very easy, and my soul was lost

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

not all women are witches

but all witches are enchanted women

never accept a kiss from a witch at midnight

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