Cruising

I was sailing the Pacific Ocean
on the cruise ship Sea Princess.
I searched for a peanut butter sandwich,
but settled for cheese and cress.

I was approached by a Polynesian beauty
who asked me for the time,
I told her it was time to get acquainted,
so I ordered white rums and lime.

Throughout the day we drank cocktails
and nibbled on ears and necks.
We moved down to her stateroom,
which was on the lowest deck.

She explained the Polynesian customs
of friendship, love, and sex.
In the morning we went for breakfast
and ate fruit, cheese, and cress.

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Buttercup

This morning there’s blankness in my mind,
which is quite unusual for me to find.
The creative process has all but dried up,
but then I thought of a buttercup.

A buttercup comes to mind with a golden glow,
as though kissed by sunlight for a special show.
As children we placed a buttercup under our chin
and were amazed by its reflection onto our skin.

It was said that if a bright yellow glow was seen,
you preferred butter on your bread to margarine.
A child’s way of passing a warm summer’s day,
as you sat on the grass letting time slip away.

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Dimension Merge

For us the past has gone and the present moves on
into the yesterday of a future’s present time.
Despite living in the future’s past this will not last,
present and future will very soon combine.

Future or dimension, to some a misapprehension,
but they are one in the same.
If there’s more than one, they will follow on
to leave one, with it’s present name.

On merging we’ll realise we’ve no future to recognise,
and the past and present is all we’ll know.
The past will still be renewed, with each day used,
but the future will mean only tomorrow.

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Life Dictates

I was suffering from hypertension,
the doctor suggested rest,
and to spend more time sleeping
than I was spending on the nest.

I had to make life changing decisions,
by cutting my calendar in size,
which meant reducing my lady friends,
my primary reason for life.

However, this was incredibly difficult,
I loved all my lady friends,
How does one say goodbye to a lover,
when the power of love transcends?

The options were health or pleasure,
to die happy or with a broken heart.
I will definitely make that decision
when life dictates the size of my part.

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The Ballerina

She was the greatest ballerina I had ever seen
she commanded the stage, a real dancing Queen.
She danced so gracefully like a swaying flower
tiptoeing and pirouetting with effortless power.

The spot light shone down like the brightest sun
highlighting her gestures and missing none.
A pale glance of sadness was seen on her face
then as a tear fell she faded from grace.

In reality all had long since gone and so had she,
all that remained was the spotlight and me,
but I caught her ghost as she danced once more
and I heard again the applause and encore.

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Time Alone Will Tell

I woke up dead this morning,
at least I thought I was.
Death isn't like I imagined it
and nothing like the world of Oz.

It's misty, quiet, and lacking substance,
but there's other people here.
We're kind of floating about in a vacuum,
as though waiting to disappear.

Sure enough some are slowly fading
whilst others are falling from the mist.
Do they really go somewhere different,
or do they both cease to exist?

Even here the same old questions get asked,
is there really a heaven and hell,
am I really floating about or just dreaming?
Time alone will tell.

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A Tremor in My Heart

I was talking with some friends
when you appeared out of the blue.
My voice failed in mid-sentence
at the first sight of you.

My heart raced and began thumping
I saw my dreams in your face,
and when you turned and looked at me
a tremor in my heart took place.

Your next glance brought with it a smile,
which immediately captured me.
My friends saw the effect you were having,
but you were all I could see.

I apologised for stopping in mid-sentence,
but I was completely mesmerised.
They jeered and laughed, and made fun of me,
but now I’m seeing love in your eyes.

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Together They Howled

My mother was a teenage werewolf
and my father a wise vampire.
They met in a medieval graveyard
in the shadow of the church’s spire.

They married on the eve of Halloween
in the light of a bright full moon.
Together they sang a haunting melody,
which became their howling tune.

Screeching bats blocked out the moonlight
as werewolves and vampires danced.
Throughout the night the creatures howled
as my mother and father romanced.

I became the first product of their union
and I’m a changeable type of man,
but I do have my problems
just knowing what I am.

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An Ordinary Imperfect Man

You're always placing me on a pedestal
and I really don't stand that tall.
You look upon me as someone special,
and that's definitely not me at all.

Yes, I'm quiet mannered and unassuming,
seldom get angry or raise my voice.
My feelings are hidden behind my face
and that is my personal choice.

However, I wish that you wouldn't place me
so high up in your esteem.
In time I'm bound to disappoint you
and shatter your illusional dream.

Please see me as I am in reality,
an ordinary imperfect man,
and when I do fall flat on my face
just smile, and accept me for what I am.

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Dear Lord

For sometime I have been unhappy
and my life seems to be all in vain.
No matter what I do I’m unhappy;
have I only myself to blame?

I have no desire to be rich or famous
I’d just like to be happy and content.
Am I to be one of the losers in life
and have to wait for joy to be sent?

Do you consider me not yet worthy?
Is my faith seriously in doubt?
Am I not a good enough person?
Does my character not shout out?

These questions remain unanswered
and I ask them of myself everyday.
Tomorrow I’m going to smile at the world
and maybe make someone else’s day.

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