Tag Archives: Poetry

I am the lucky one

real love means doing whatever it takes

no more grey skies now

~

never felt a love like this

just that first tender kiss

was all that it took

for me to give everything

to make her mine

for all of time

~

jackcollier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

do whatever it takes

to chase the grey skies away

love is light

every moment is made glorious by the light of love

~

she walks in beauty in the night

the moon and stars her tender light

a soft brightness her soul incites

to taste of love’s passionate delights

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

starlight serves to highten her charms

Food on Friday ~ Aphrodite’s Herbalist

herbs demonstrate the earth’s nurturing love

~

there is a love called the herbs

which knows seasons and extraction

~

which chooses and uses through filtration

the pungent perfume of timed infusion

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aromatic alchemical warmed fluids

medicinal herbs mystical magical uses

~

richly potent oils from maceration

concentrated to potions by decoction

~

glistening alcoholic secret distillation

Aphrodisiac attention to her golden skin

sensual memories of myriad loves

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

sage is a psychotropic aphrodisiac

sensual women should beware

its dreams of desire

Driving Rhyme

promiscuity is about sex, not about relationships

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I drove day and night

to get to her

neither sane nor right

I wrecked the car

for what, just a cheat

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

cheating on a good man is like

throwing away a diamond

and picking up a brick

Sports Car Poetry

drive her like it’s your last day

~

long wide roads

soft top hard driving

toward the setting sun

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

any colour you like

as long as she’s white 

Arc Troubles

it wasn’t raining until Noah built the arc

~

 

Noah though he could fix the arc

with just a phillips screwdriver

the geese disagreed

 

~

with thanks to Paula Light for the phillips, thought, geese prompt

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

Canada Geese, the golfers least favourite bird

Tunes on Tuesday ~ Paperback Writer

poetry is a equal mixture of English and angst

The printed version of my poetry anthology Seascapes and Serenity Lost should be available on Amazon within the next couple of hours.  It’s a 10 by 8 inches, magazine-sized, paperback.  So, I thought this old Beatles song would be rather fun.

There’s also a much cheaper kindle version of the book.

Of course the paperback will look great on your coffee table.

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

the picture is mine too

it’s all in a dream

Poetry Anthology

Seascapes and Serenity Lost

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You can probably learn more about me by reading some of my poetry anthology than you could ever learn from anything I ever posted on here ~ and I have promulgated some gritty and very personal stuff.

Anyhow, my anthology is now available on Amazon, in several important countries, including the US, UK, and points east.  (For some good reasons, for the next few days the print copy is ‘author only’)

The words and pictures are all my own work, and there are a lot of photographs interleaved with the poetry.

I am also deeply indebted to Jan Olandese, who edited the whole thing.

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

the shining sea

talks with me

a carnal woman

maybe she was that way because she was sad and lonely

~

leaving a carnal, sexual, woman

one battle over, one victory won

the long struggle that will end

one day in honesty and freedom

not for her, not for years to come

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

heading to her favorite bar

to look for a much younger man

Armistice Day

they were young, they were pals, 744,000 of them died

~

they shall not grow old, as we that are left grow old:

age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

at the going down of the sun and in the morning

we will remember them.

~

jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

lest we forget

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