At Last… #Poetry

 

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At Last

I found myself leaning against the gates of heaven

As if they were no more than the local pub doors

If I push them open, would I find a pint waiting?

I doubt it. Then again, God has been known

To surprise and devastate. With the speed of lightning

Taking my soul. She was the summer rain

I prayed that dry weather should never come

That my arms would hold her for eternity

Now I care not if storms rage for ever.

The air shimmered with star dust; the gates opened

As I fell, I heard her whisper

You’re home at last…

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Life… #Poetry

 

 

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Life

One by one my days grow old.

Their faded edges curl

Like an old discarded paperback.

Words fall like scrambled eggs

From the pages

Their meaning lost in dust

Would that I could rewrite one day

The first time you looked at me

When I knew love

to be more than a fairy tale

A lifetime cannot be called back

Nor can it be captured in another’s eyes

There is but one true love

I will be with you soon

To sing of us under new dancing stars…

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Time… #Poetry

 

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Time

I will meet you by the bridge

On the other side of time

The space between the stars

Holds the story of us

Our thoughts echo through the universe

Do we create new pathways?

Trying to catch the seven souls that belong to us

We need find only one

That creates new life

Finding the eight soul can take many lifetimes

As it was with Buddha, Krishna, Christ

It seems to me that the eight

must contain all seven souls

The body, the breath of life,

the astral body, plus so much more

The first three are said to be eternal

Therefore, they must contain

the essence of all souls

The memory, the shadow of our other lives

I believe this triple soul we carry

is the reason I know I will meet you

by the bridge of all knowledge of Divine Law

I will give up my eternal soul

To live one moment beside you

To feel your heartbeat one last time

I would spend eternity in hell

I pray it will not come to this

That we will find what we are looking for…

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You are mine… #Poetry

 

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You are mine

I lay hidden in the long grass, watching

Her dress slid from her shoulders

Her milk white skin drawing me in

Slowly, she walked into the cool water

Sun glistening diamonds played

around the water’s surface

Her long black hair floated free, like seaweed

As she disappeared beneath the surface

Venus, vanished for a second

I held my breath, waiting for her to rise

To bless my eyes with her beauty

My mind telling me I should leave

This was her private moment

I couldn’t move,

she had been under too long

I needed to rescue her

Diving in I found nothing

Sliding beneath the water once more

Seeing little,

I felt a hand pull me further under

The water growing darker

Yet I could see her clearly

Her voice inside my head

“I knew you would come

Your soul is mine, as it has been

Throughout time.

We cannot live apart

We will surface as one…”

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The Perfect Visit…

A man, a very good-looking man with soft brown eyes and warm, gentle hands, has just spent the best part of ten minutes touching my face and gazing adoringly into my eyes.

Well, the last part might just be an exaggeration on my part, but I can dream, can’t I? Overall, though, he made me feel like a real woman, an interesting, desirable woman, and that hasn’t happened in quite a while.

No mean feat really, as I am over seventy and as far from desirable as it is possible to get. But I’m sure he likes me. His face lights up when he sees me, and that smile would melt any woman’s heart. He constantly checks that I am okay, and I get the feeling that nothing would be too much trouble.

He is younger than I am, it’s true, but I hear this can be a good thing. He wants to see me again, and I must admit I feel the same. It is a very long time since anything like this has happened to me. So long in fact, that I can hardly remember the last time a man made me feel like this. As if I could trust him completely.

When it was time for me to go, it was with a great deal of regret on my part, and I thought I detected a similar sadness coming from him.
He made me promise to come back, and no question about it, I would be there with bells on.

This man had washed every less than perfect memory at the hands of others, away. All the pain and sorrow gone, as if none of that mattered anymore.

For the first time in my life, I had thoroughly enjoyed a visit to the dentist…

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This week’s promo spot is for ‘Secrets’, a haunting family drama, all about the deeply buried guilt, secrets and suspicions that invade and control most of our lives.
About a child’s invisible friend, one that you assume will be outgrown eventually. But supposing this ‘friend’ seems hell bent on causing more than just childish mischief?

 

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Angel…

 

 

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Angel

She kissed my cheek

Whispered goodbye

Thinking I was sleeping

Her scent lay on my pillow

My heart knew that would be

The last time I feel her touch

I turned to watch her walk away

I had given her all I could

I had nothing left to hold her

My angel of the night…

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