Author: goldfinch1948

I have been trying to be a poet for many years

Those Thoughts.

I sit here with the page before me,

Thoughts race around my mind.

What shall I write today?

Shall it be of the love I have,

The love of my beautiful lady

Who is now in my life forever,

We are as one in life

And always will be.

Shall it be of music?

Music has been with me,

With me all my long life.

It brings all emotions to me

To become embedded in my mind.

But no I just cannot think,

Cannot think of what to write today,

So maybe tomorrow

The words I seek will be found,

And those thoughts get written,

Get written on this page.

Old Is Beautiful

As we walked by Our River,

My lover and I

A young lady pushing a pram

Walked towards us.

My lover looked at the baby

Then said to me,

“Is there anything more beautiful than a baby?”

I looked at her with a loving smile and replied,

“Yes there is, you”

“Me!” she said,

“Yes” I said “Babies are beautiful,

But that is natural for them.

Beautiful old people are works of art

And I am looking at a beautiful artwork

Every time I look at you.

FarewellTo Stromness.

There was that sound,

Like a silken web it surrounded me

In such golden beauty,

Pulling me deeper and deeper

Down into its glory and wonder.

I was lost in that sound’s world,

Into a place where satisfaction reigned,

Showing me that all was well

And my life was beautiful.

I would go on in peace and love

Even when that time came,

When I said farewell,

Farewell to Stromness.

Two Muses.

I look  up and see them,

See the pictures of them,

The two muses in my life

Giving me the gift,

The gift to write words.

Each day they are there,

There for me as I write.

Their thoughts coming

Coming into my mind

As I sit at the table,

Writing each day.

Calliope watches over me

To show the words,

The words that mean,

Mean so much to life.

Joyce, my lover, looks at me,

Her love giving passion,

Passion to my words.

So this day I can write,

As I can every day.

My muses are there

And care for me

Each and every day.

Dream A Little Dream

Once more I was sitting eating my dinner,

Looking across the table at the empty chair

Where my lover used to sit and look at me,

Where we looked at each other.

The profound love we had for each other

That was seen through each other’s eyes,

So strong and never ever leaving us.

Never leaving me now she has parted this life,

Leaving me sitting at the table alone,

Thinking of her and that so deep love we had.

Then that song came on and took me to her,

As we dreamed a little dream together.

More Back In Return.

In life you see people,

People with their own ideas.

They want to go their way

No matter how it affects others,

They do not give to anyone,

They just take.

You then see people,

Who need to help others.

Not thinking of themselves,

Not expecting any rewards,

No matter how much it costs them,

They just give.

In life you come to realise

That when you give,

When you help people,

You always get more back,

More back in return.

She Was Standing There.

I looked up from my computer,

She was standing there

Her silver curls surrounding,

Surrounding the smile,

The smile on her face

That was always there,

Was there for all to see,

But at this moment it was for me.

Her eyes full of love

Looking at me

Showing me that love in her

That was for me,

For me alone .

She came towards me

And came into my arms

Where we kissed.

That kiss so full of love

Love we had for each other,

That love had been there for so long

And had never failed,

And never would fail.

We looked deeply into each other’s eyes

And saw the love that was within us,

Within us for each other.

She took me by the hand,

We walked together away,

Away from this world

Into that place of peace and love

That is there for us,

Where we will be together for eternity.

Then I awoke,

With tears of love streaming down my face.

Strictly, Here I Come!

I just do not what happened,

There I was preparing my dinner,

A glass of Rioja to help me,

Music playing as normal,

Listening to a favourite rock band.

When this tune started playing

The foot started tapping,

The legs went from side to side.

And there I was dancing,

Dancing around the kitchen.

This was just not me,

I had not danced for years,

But here I was moving to the tune.

Strictly, here I come!