Sugar Lips
You make my head spin
when you touch my skin.
Like a fish, I want to swim
in a deep blue ocean
of your liquid love.
I can’t help but grin
when you hold my chin.
So, I beg you, my dear,
whisper in my ear,
and kiss me again! |
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In Love in Toronto
Last night me and my lover
shared a black umbrella
as we walked together
down the Yonge Street sidewalk,
enamoured with each other,
our eyes often glancing
into each other’s gaze.
She held my torso,
and I held her waist
as we wandered together
in search of a place
to have a hot Java,
and watch the cold rain
slide down a glass pane,
our hearts both stained
with love. |
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Love Letter Across The Pacific
What I remember the most
is standing hand in hand
on the cold, wet sands
of the Oregon coast.
I watched the invisible wind
rushing through your dark tresses,
the Pacific Ocean crashing
white and wonderful
like classical music.
My dear, if we both had wings
to fly beyond the horizon,
would your heart be open
to the journey there with me?
How long must I be lonely,
waiting patiently each day,
for you to come back to me? |
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The Lady in the Mirror
Mirror mirror hanging on the wall,
when I look in you I am in thrall.
It is not I who is reflected there,
but rather my bride, lovely and fair.
I was lost to her three nights ago
when I was found frozen in the snow.
If she saw me, she would not cry so.
But my being here she does not know,
and very soon, at high-noon, I go. |
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Invitation to New Brunswick
I looked for you, but could not find you.
I wanted to know if you would like to go
to Millville for a little adventure.
I received a call from the farmer
who lives next door to my mother.
He has two buck teeth; he looks so funny
the neighbours call him Bunny.
He’s been raking and bailing hay all day.
Strong hands are needed to stack the wagon,
and pack five-hundred bails in the barn.
I don’t think he’d mind when the work is done,
if we meet in the upper loft at midnight,
and have a little fun with a bottle of rum,
a blanket, a lantern, and two feather pillows. |
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Man and Woman Merging
On the deck they stand,
holding each other’s hand.
As the priest softly speaks,
words of love she repeats.
I’m the right-hand man; I am
behind the lucky guy, and
though I try, I can’t help but cry.
Her words of love lift me above
this life mundane to a higher plane,
and in this moment this planet
has infinite magic in it. |
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The Maiden in the Desert
I remember our earliest
encounter, the first full day
of the past fifteen years.
My heart filled with fears,
my eyes red from tears,
she found me in a dark, dry,
and devastated land, shyly
offering me water to drink.
Her eyes were radiant, bright
like early morning light
shining over the high hills.
A blue cloth covered her face,
and when she pulled it down,
my eyes began to gleam,
for I had met the maiden
from my nightly dreams. |
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My Love I Lost
I see her in the castle halls,
then she fades into the walls.
I spot her at the top of the stairs;
when I climb them she is not there.
She speaks to me in my dreams.
When I wake how real she seemed.
She stands by my bed at dawn,
still and silent as a fawn.
Although she died so long ago,
I still weep, and miss her so. |
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Lady of the Night
I met a lady of beauty,
majesty, and mystery,
and we both danced madly
to the mirthful music played
by the King’s drunken fiddlers.
Mystified by her long black hair
shaking in the moon-lit air,
and enchanted even more
by the sound of her feet
tapping the marble floor,
when the night of my life
finally came to an end,
I watched her ride away
in the early morning light
to a land beyond my sight,
and no matter how far and wide
I search for her, I don’t know where
to find her. |
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The Faerie Who Loved Me
I fell in love with a faerie.
Her flaxen hair was pretty.
She told me she was a lady,
kissed me, and I felt merry.
I thought she truly loved me, so
I chased her across the Prairie.
But I wasn’t thinking clearly, no.
When her silver wings stopped beating,
she vanished, and left me shivering
in the freezing wind and falling snow,
and I did not know the way to go
home, and to this day I still roam,
wandering alone, looking for my love. |
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Checkmate
One day in June my darling Queen
sang a tune by a gushing stream.
The Sun that day was shining hotly,
and I, a King of spontaneity,
suggested something to my lady.
Luckily for me, she
agreed with me completely.
We took two blankets into the trees,
and behaved like the birds and the bees.
Though we were scared by a black bear,
frightened out of our wits I do declare,
soon she will bear my royal heir |
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Love Letter from Toronto
I remember riding the subway
on our honeymoon in May,
the crowded car packed full
with lonely-faced people,
but my heart began to soar
when we walked out the door,
my hand in yours, yours in mine,
our hearts both beating in time
as we passed the cello players,
hearing their heavenly songs,
then stepping up the stairs
to a bright sunlit street,
to the place where I knew there
was no one anywhere
I would rather be with.
In that loud crowd we kissed.
My heart burst with bliss. |
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The Mermaid Who Rescued Me
When my heart felt faint,
and I could swim no further
against the awesome power
of the mountain-high waves,
a gentle mermaid came to me
in the salt water beneath my feet.
Her voice was gentle, soft, and sweet.
She held me up so I could breathe,
and saved me from drowning
in the unmerciful hands
of a dark, deep, and deadly sea.
She set me on the white sands
of an uncharted island,
but I am not abandoned,
and never am I lonely,
for she visits me frequently. |
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The Maiden in the Mist
In the fading light I followed her,
for whenever she looked back,
it seemed to be what she wanted.
She ran across a field of tall grasses,
then dashed through a maze of alder bushes.
I watched her leather-covered feet
touch softly on water-soaked leaves.
She wore a bluish night gown,
and a white veil over her face.
Beautiful beyond description,
she awakened love in me,
then disappeared like a dream.
She was the perfect duplicate of you,
and the dream seemed so real,
that I am beginning to feel
deeply in love with you again.
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Maid Marrying
Her lips are like honey
made by bumble bees,
her kisses like fine wine.
My heart do they please.
Her breath is an elixir,
fragrance of flowers and trees,
her black hair a curtain
that ripples in the breeze.
Sent to me from heaven
with a face like a Siren,
she’s an immortal beauty.
How lucky I am that she
is betrothed to me. |
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Reflection
Lady Shanna looks in the mirror.
To me there is no one more dear.
Though I was low like the tide,
when I fell, she knelt by my side.
Like storm clouds that fill the skies,
mystery I see in her eyes.
Her black hair is long like a song
sung by a throng of Sirens.
She is Queen of the maidens
who lifts my heart heavy-laden. |
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The Siren
When my ship was sinking,
I saw seven Sirens singing,
standing at the edge of the sea.
Never did I hear such beauty
in all my years of duty.
When my men all drowned,
I too went down to sleep
into the bottomless deep,
but one Siren had mercy.
From her sisters she broke free,
and swam to rescue me.
Now I live alone with her
in a place where no one weeps. |
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The Damsel from the Wasteland
On the breathtaking speed
of my fine white steed,
we rode across the Dead Man’s Plains,
a barren land of dust and weeds.
I gave her my hand to step down,
and as her feet touched the ground,
the whistling wind filled her gray gown
with a gentle rustling sound.
Her long locks of coal-black hair
moved like curtains in the air,
and to everyone’s surprise,
I declared she was my bride.
She is like a gentle dove
sent to me from heaven above.
We are both madly in love,
the kind that people dream of. |
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Love Letter to a Princess
When winter ends its lonely freeze,
you will smell blossoms in the breeze,
hear the buzzing of the bees,
and see red robins in the trees.
I know you never see the Sun,
but in a thousand hours I will come
to free you from your stone tower.
I promise victory will be ours,
and your freedom will be won.
To you, my true love, I will run
when my time in this dungeon is done. |
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Love Letter to a Gentleman’s Daughter
We must not lose hope, my dear,
for if hope is lost, then I fear
we too will be lost forever.
If you are forbidden by your father
to see me openly in public,
then let us meet each night
under the pale moonlight
where wood owls make Gothic music.
I hope if we wait a few weeks longer
his mind might be persuaded to receive
a poor man like me into your genteel family.
But if he will not, how can we sacrifice our love
to the will of such a hard-hearted man?
I know I cannot, and I hope you cannot,
for if you leave me I shall never recover.
Meet me at midnight, my love, my fountain,
at the windmill upon the mountain. |
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The French Maid
The kind and gentle daughter
of a poor potato farmer
fled into the field, filled with tears.
She sat weeping under a crab tree,
in pain, shaking with agony,
wanting to die, wondering why
her lover abandoned her,
breaking her heart forever.
He proposed this morning
to a Gentleman’s daughter,
whose inheritance was far greater,
making the man filthy rich. |
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Love Letter from the Air
When my airplane lands in two
weeks time, can I run to you,
and you run to me through
the crowded airport terminal?
I will kiss your lovely face,
and lock our bodies together
in a whirling, spinning embrace.
Standing under the skylight,
our faces shining bright,
holding each other tightly,
touching each other softly,
inhaling passionate fragrances,
can we forgive and forget
each other’s done wrongs
in a moment of renewed love? |
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The Maiden by the Water
I took a maiden in my boat.
Down the river we both did float.
We saw two lovers in the grass
kiss and laugh as we rowed past.
When the sky started to get dark,
I landed at the King’s park.
The maiden’s beauty enchanted me
as we walked quietly through the trees.
When the path opened into a glade,
I invited her to the masquerade.
She needed no persuasion;
she said yes to my invitation.
I asked her if I might kiss her then.
She said softly: “Let’s wait and see,
but it is a possibility.” |
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Love Letter from the East Coast
This Saturday before Christmas,
let’s drive to Millville, New Brunswick.
I’ll take you on a sleigh ride
through an old-growth forest
I wandered in when I was young.
We’ll keep warm under wool blankets,
watch the white rabbits running
along forty-year-old fences,
sip thermoses of hot chocolate,
and slip our arms around each other
to increase our body temperature.
I can’t think of anything more romantic
on this short notice, so please
let me know if you would like to go.
I heard on the radio it will snow. |
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One Morning After One Night
We met one weekend
on the Washington coast,
trying to make the most
of the time that remained.
All along Long Beach we walked
barefoot in the warm rain,
then sat on the docks
until we felt the same.
In the early morning light,
with the Sun in her eyes,
we had to say good-bye.
Never had I felt so alive,
so I asked her to be my bride,
and still as the seventh day
goes by, I await her reply. |
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The Painter
Lovely Siren of the sea,
full of magic and mystery,
look at me and sweetly stare
as I paint you standing there.
Your beauty has pierced me
like a dart, and like a solar flare
you penetrate my heart.
On this canvas I will duplicate
how you utterly infatuate.
I shall create a work of art. |
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Published by New Name Press.
ISBN: 978-1897207116 | 68 pages.
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