Tuesday 11 August 2009

LOVE HAIKU

# 1

Under skies of grey,
or beneath a sky of blue,
I would love you still

# 2

Should the clouds obscure,
the glorious stars at night,
I will still love you

# 3

Wondrous chemistry,
electricity crackling,
when boy meets a girl

# 4

The science of love,
physics meets biology,
when boy meets a girl

BREATH OF SPRING

She Entered
Like a breath of spring
And her presence
Altered everything
She walked in
With such a delicate air
Heads turned
To watch the maiden fair
She then returned
From whence she came
But didn’t leave us
Quite the same
We hoped to see again
That breath of spring
Whose presence
Altered everything

OH GUARDIAN ANGEL

Oh guardian angel
Please watch over me
It would be a comfort
To feel the guarantee
That should I go astray
Watching over me
You would be there
To guide me back to safety

GENETIC MYSTERY

Our genes are passed on
To subsequent generations
Our complete genetic make up
Quirks, foibles, and pre dispositions

Parts of us are forever preserved
Due to the wonder of genetics
And we can see in our off spring,
Our own distinct characteristics

Through this miracle of procreation
The genes will even carry
From generation to generation
The basic instincts in Genetic memory

What a pity that God omitted
When he created Adam
The most important genes of all
The ones to carry wisdom

IS THERE ANY GREATER PLACE ON EARTH?

When June comes fourth upon us
Is there any greater place on earth?
Than England’s green and pleasant land
Surely nowhere of similar worth

When the breeze gently stirs the grass
And the sun is in the clear blue sky
Is there any greater place on earth?
You could look abroad, but why?

OUT IN THE COUNTRY, AGAIN

When driving the byways
Travelling far and wide
Whether the lakes or the peaks
Or any of the countryside,
One thing that’s guaranteed
To frustrate the driving clan
And cause them to become irate
Is to get stuck behind a caravan

IN SEARCH OF LARA

From my familiar seat
On the crowded bus,
I thought I saw you today
In the passing throng,

My spirits lifted
My heart beat quickened.
And like Dr Zhivago
In search of Lara
I beat against the cold glass.
To attract attention

You turned toward me,
And it wasn’t you.
I was mistaken.
Through vision clouded by tears
I had not seen you,
How could it be you?
For you are gone

OUT IN THE COUNTRY

Driving down country lanes
Top down, wind in my hair
The sun gracing the sky
The wind set fair
The smell of hay,
Freshly mowed
Beasts in the fields
Beyond hedgerows
Blue cloudless skies,
On a glorious summer’s day,
The only blot being
The cyclists in my way

SUBLIME MOMENT

Living sculpture
Entwined in embrace
Sublime ecstasy
Etched within each face

THE GAME OF LUST

Tongue and fingers
Toy with your treasures
Erotic play things
Enhance our pleasures
A base carnal urge
That primitive must
Satisfies desire
Of our guiltless lust

A TASTE OF HONEY

Drawn by scent
Like a bee
To a flower
Probing, amidst
Pink open petals
I sip the nectar

INSIDE THE SILK

Cool silk against my hand
Soft skin beneath my palm
Fingers searching, exploring
Seeking out the source
Of sensual oils
She had secretly secreted
Finger tips touch waiting lips
Then enter to sweet labial bliss
And with deft manipulation
Of centres of erotic pleasure
I feel her body tremor
And but a heartbeat beyond
That primeval shudder
In hurried lack of ceremony
She bid me quickly enter

PERSONAL SERVICE

Satisfyingly slutty
Down on her knees,
Dressed in black silk
Eager to please
Tempting and toying
The teasing bitch
Bringing me to the point
When I twitch
Then as her efforts
On me increase
I explode it that
Sweet moment of release