Tag Archives: Poetry

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

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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

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twilight’s last whisper

dreaming of memories

loves lost times past

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

loves sweet sorrow lingers

as the night gathers

 

The Sea and The Sky

I must go down to the sea again
to the lonely sea and the sky

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

pour out your soul to the clouds

and wish for a fair wind

 

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

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

perhaps not the greatest writer

Fleming created an iconic character

ruined world

now is the long dark midnight of your soul’s despair

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and after lockdown

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it was so quiet in the ruins

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walking through this old town

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the dogs bark but no children play

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every child is kept safely locked away

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no bright shining voices to be heard today

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

and the freedom to walk

has been taken away

 

my heart writes

I’ve been listening, listening to the soft silences

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my heart writes while my brain watches in awe

I could be dreaming, hopelessly stranded in love

your love surrounds me with thoughts of the ocean

soft sand, the deserted beach, waves breathing gently

sunshine, the passage of time, tides, the moon and stars

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

Life may bring a lot of things

just remember that you’re not alone

moonlight lust

the moon watched over all her lustful infidelities

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alone

it was over

lonely midnight

moon shining silver

and she was going home

trying to smile, nothing there

she was beautiful, a mature slut

she would regret her lascivious lust

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

just a thong, under a see thru dress

and what’s wrong with that?

 

 

white water

for true love knows no seasons, no endings nor beginnings

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black beach roiling

the lonely figure walking

March gales came in slashing

white water boiling and crashing

and yet he is far away day-dreaming

of love, the moon and stars, finer things

hearing her voice seeing her face in his mind

knowing, deep in his heart, this is the beginning

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

so in love with her

nothing else matters

 

barefoot sand

she left her footprints in the sand ~ she left her love in my heart

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and I dream of her

her touch her eyes her hair

the way she left footprints in the sand

as we walked along that quiet beach together

musical voice speaking of a future, her small soft hand 

resting gently in mine

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

 

a perfect day lasts for eternity

in our memories

the gift of calmness

inner peace is true wisdom’s best reply

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a silent sea

a solitary beach

love is within reach

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jack collier

jackcollier7@talktalk.net

what it would be to experience that numinous light

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