I NEVER WALKED A MILE

January 5, 2015 / gorgeousgael / Leave a comment

I NEVER WALKED A MILE

I never walked a mile
Without thinking of you
I was always walking towards your smile
Towards your twinkling eyes so blue

I never dreamed a dream
Without seeing a vision of you
I was always the cat who got the cream
When I awoke and found my vision true

I never told a tale
That didn’t have you in it
My laughter as I recalled
Was at least three times every minute

And now that you are are gone
I find myself walking even more
My journey it will be long
Until I find that ?&@%*** stevedore.

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THE ANALEMMA

December 27, 2014December 27, 2014 / gorgeousgael / 2 Comments

THE ANALEMMA

Standing here in the same spot
Every day
Makes me think of you
This figure-of-eight feeling
I sometimes get
Is not something new
Your smile, your being,
Your overall everywhere-ness
Mingled with your general couldn’t-care-less-ness
Make me think that perhaps I’m wrong
It is an abstract thing
Like a solar analemma
It has no physical existence
Except in images long-gone.

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TRUE ENEMY

November 20, 2014 / gorgeousgael / 2 Comments

TRUE ENEMY

Those whom the Gods love mostly die young
For time is the true enemy of everyone
The beauty that time cherishes
Is the beauty that soon perishes
And when time and beauty meet
It is always high noon on the street
Something has got to give;
Beauty dies so that others may live
But all dawns prove false dawns
And the payback is still to come
For time catches up with us all eventually
And not just the unlucky some.

COMING OF AGE

November 1, 2014 / gorgeousgael / Leave a comment

COMING OF AGE

Twenty one years of it;
I thought you might cry enough
You know – the tough gets going
When the going gets tough

But not a bit of it;
We are still going strong
I have wronged you on and off
But you have righted all the wrong

I hope you never get sick of it;
That love will carry you on
Me? I’m already in the thick of it
Clearing the path for another twenty one!

ANON

September 3, 2014September 3, 2014 / gorgeousgael / Leave a comment

ANON
Clubbed by kindness
I sit here stunned
By the knowledge that
You loved me once
Possibly.
No room for any doubt on my side
But you were forbidden fruit
About to fall from the tree
Trouble was
I never tried to catch you
Not really.
And now I have fallen further
Than you ever could
And there you are
Somehow
To pick me up

I AM RED

September 2, 2014 / gorgeousgael / 2 Comments

I AM RED
I am red like burning fire
I am covered with a glowing down
Alight with pure desire
I am glistening ochre, gleaming red
All to light a path to your chamber
And subsume myself in your head
It is time for us to forge
A loving union beyond your bed

BEING HERE

August 23, 2014 / gorgeousgael / Leave a comment

BEING HERE

I may never be a poet
I may never rhyme;
(having no time for all that crap)
But one thing I do know;
People don’t stay, they go;
And they never come back

Oh, they are there – empty;
Looking like they once were
But deep down you know it’s not really them;
Just effigies
Waiting for you to go too

She loved you once you know;
She would admit it
Now fire has seared her mind
Cleansing the important bits;
It’s not love that sparkles now,
Just tolerance
And not a lot of that

So where do you go
When the fire has burnt itself
But into it;
Ashes to ashes
Dust to December
And no better for it;
Complacency –
And no end to the pain of it

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LOVE POEM FROM BONMAHON

August 11, 2014 / gorgeousgael / Leave a comment

LOVE POEM FROM BONMAHON

God in his heaven never bettered this;
Never hit perfection more square-on.
Rugged cliffs lip the strand,
Opening to fields behind,
The Atlantic, white-layered,
Sweeping into the bay,
Its hurry washed-out
By the tug of sand, gently rising,
Before it.

A tangle of marram crowns the dunes,
Tousled, like windswept hair;
Whilst, on the slopes nearby,
A line of white cottages
Vie for prominence with the old church

Yet, it is the call of the waves
That steals most of the aces;
Those riderless white horses
Sweeping relentlessly in,
With their whispering lisps;
‘I love you, please don’t go,
I love you please don’t go’

And I, watching the ebb-tide dragging them back,
Silently mouthing in their wake;
‘She loves me, she loves me not,
She loves me, she loves me not…’