Poem Number 125 - I'll Be Always Thinking Of You - 29/6/1986

All night long, I’ve been sitting here waiting for my love,

I feel like sitting, at the moment, on top of the world,

And there’s no wheel that’s turning round the world,

Making me think of her all night long.

It is my own current thought, that makes me feel surprised!

It is a genuine feeling that is going around.

Feeling so cold with air around,

And no one to speak too, at that time! Not a sound!

Was it something I said to her the other night?

Was it something I said, that gave her such a big fright?

Oh, I don’t know why it should happen to me,

To be stood up by her through all this, all night long.

I surely know that I said the right time,

I also surely knew that she was all mine.

If she loved so, so tenderly care,

We would’ve been not here, quite a few hours ago.

Maybe, I can eat this cold, cold dust,

Shake my hands out of my pockets.

Maybe, I should forget about this night,

And go to her this morning, and tell her from the start.

Isn’t it wonderful that you left me in the dark?

Isn’t it pleasing to know where you’ve been?
Or doesn’t it make me happy, to be waiting and wondering of you,

Until the tan of the sunsets, in my sleepy eyes.

Oh, how could you let this happen to us?

Oh baby, how could you do this to me?

I will listen to you, for you to explain,

While doing so, think of how long, I was waiting in the rain.

Sweating like hell on her front door step,

It’s ten in the morn and she’s clothed to her head.

She won’t let me in, as she is hiding another man in her bed,

So a pushed off reply, I get, not knowing why she had done this.

Oh, how we had known each other, from teeny years,

Oh, tell me, tell me true, that there is love between you and me.

Oh, if I don’t hear from you in a day or two,

I will always  (no matter whom I’m ever in love with), think of you.

How desperate can you be, to cheat of me?

To certainly make my life so difficult?

Maybe you don’t mean it at all,

Maybe you’ll come back to me in next fall.

The love was so deep between us, both,

We’d never had let go, until that very night.

You were so important that I’d always care and understand,

But, this has really taken the last bite of the cake. 

Poem Number 124 - Think Of Her First - 28/6/1986

Don’t get married with your eyes closed!

Don’t lie to the,” me” that you love!

Share secrets and converse in a no “a-hide”,

Just don’t make your tie into a loose end.

Maybe, you cannot tell her one thing,

But first think at your first agreement.

Speak as you would: kiss and caress,

Listen as you would be touched and loved.

Just don’t feel too cautious to the person you love,

Just be yourself, but think of her first.

She will love you at all her expensive heart,

Just don’t do a thing wrong, to split both of you apart.

Please listen to the one, with interest!

Please listen and see if there’s any personal repair!

But don’t just ponder and waste all your time,

Take firm hold of her hands and look directly at her face.

Say what you mean to say to her,

Say with controlled emotions and feelings,

Don’t stop! Don’t stop now or even later!

For if you stop the end will be near.

If it be four letters or more,

If you speak as if you are poor,

If only you give and not only take,

There will be shared rewards, of such beautiful love.

Take to the altar of the highest,

Tell her your plans and your future.

Ask her for her love and compassion,

And this will lead you closer, to the gates of heaven.

Squeeze her tight of all her anguish,

Suppress her with mountains of dreams and wishes,

For then she will respond to you,

To all your actions and words.

If you wish to see through others,

Let the others see you at large.

For your friends will be friends,

Of which (in bits and pieces), reflects you.

Wash away your sinful reactions,

Cleanse it with blessed soap of purity,

For they shall be, whom of which, will be,

The ’now important’ or ‘later disinterested’.

Throw away your keys to open doors,

Throw away the bad from the good.

Accept a more cleanly respectable life,

So beside you, you have the same in ‘wife’.

Patience of waiting for the time of life-today,

Where the wedding bells ring to chime,

To a happy paid reception, asking no parents for a dime,

To a crystal white remembrance: day and night.

Oh, for the Son of God!

Oh, for the father of all men!

Let all this true happiness of love,

Come from the imaginary, all above.

Poem Number 123 - Sex, In Reality - 25/6/1986

Sexual intercourse is the tie,

Which links up both, men to women.

It can be used as a product or merchandise,

Of which, is not medically suggested for anyone to do.

“Sex”, as it is commonly known,

Either men or women can use it inappropriately,

And can also result in criminal charges,

Via sexual rape and molestings.

Sex cannot lead to death,

But it can in the long-term,

Lead to another life,

Of which, both parents should accept the big responsibility.

Sex is the communication kink,

Which generates excitement and happiness,

For the period of time, that is done,

Although not many continue sex with the same partner, after the first time.

Sex can be used as an unkind word,

But should not be used in the wrong context.

However literally it is taken,

It just relates to the description of a biological reaction between both of the sexes.

Children may know little or nothing at a small age,

But, as they grow, their parents should tell them.

To let your children ask and wonder why,

Until the day, it happens to them in reality. 

Poem Number 122 - Budget For The Year - 25/6/1986

To budget to a financial position,

Starting again from the word, “Scratch”.

Is something I didn’t need to do,

Until, ‘Miss Mitch’ was introduced, years ago.

At twenty-five, not a cent to my name,

Six years of working and only a few things to show for it.

I have never stuck to any budget,

As I have not drawn pen to paper.

I will stick to my new budget from now on,

With any financial advice accepted from my parents.

This new budget is an incentive for me,

To encourage savings with a minimum social life.

The wanted and the needed goods I will want till the end of the year,

Which will be: to purchase a motor vehicle of two and a half thousand,

And then, save up to buy a unit for my girlfriend, and myself

In between, I will update myself with clothes and records.

If I can do extremely well with what I save,

All these items of purchase will come, in time.

Yet, I have got all my priorities right, according to me,

And all will be happy when all is mine.

Of course, I want to enjoy myself,

But Carla will always be with me,

Whether we both go out socially,

Our reminiscing with be at home with romance. 

Poem Number 121 - Smokers Anonymous - 25/6/1986

Smoker’s anonymous is not for me,

As everybody knows that I smoke.

For someone who didn’t like smokers,

I had taken it for various reasons.

Sure, the main reason is that it is a habit,

But I just wanted a change to my life-style.

So, at the time, I moved out from home,

And had created havoc in all areas of daily routine.

The one thing I must admit,

Is that I was not forced into it.

It was a major decision,

That went beyond all my beliefs.

For one time being, I will eventually give up,

Which will at first be hard to do.

But with patience, time and essence,

It will be the outcome of my trial and error. 

Poem Number 120 - Innocent Consumers - 25/6/1986

It’s been years since I have ever had,

It’s been years since I felt flaked out,

It’s been years since a flat mate went to jail.

It’s been years since I touched the stuff,

It’s strong inhalation, brings the smoke from all around,

To cough up, choke and be left on your own,

While you keep on floating inside your head.

It is suppose to ease your frustrations and nerves,

And there are no instructions to tell you, if there is a medical caution.

It’s a self-destructed drug that has a long-term affect,

Which makes the medical officer’s job, harder to detect the drug.

Once you start an the small drugs,

You can lead yourself to expensive lethal drugs,

And all you do at this stage,

Is earning money, just so you can use the drugs.

I don’t believe every copper is crooked,

I don’t believe every copper is straight,

But when it comes to drugs, that are revealed,

Don’t they take photographs and then burn the whole illegal crops.

With many drug bust, made now-a-days,

By our friendly coppers of days-anew,

The drug peddlers and pushers are all to blame,

Yet, the innocent customers die off, in shame.

Let these cowards be publicly hanged, in full sight!

For they will then show our world, how we mean it.

Send the customer to a rehabilitation Center,

So we can see them, pick up their heads and shake it out!

Poem Number 119 - He Loves You In Heart, Mind, Body And Time - 24/6/1986

With the knowledge of a pregnant woman to be,

Asking me, “If I’d be running away?”

Left me, with the answer that I had always known,

To be a king of the castle and ask her to share my own crown.

Oh, how I wish if I, pregnatise a woman,

How I wish, later on am I the father of all.

Don’t worry, sweetheart of any future child,

For we will both share the responsibility of our parenthood.

Get off your chest what is needed to be said,

Cause if you can’t talk to your ‘Other’,

Then there’s no use to discover,

And explore the beauties of both lives.

For he love you in heart,

For he loves you in mind,

For he loves you in body,

And he’ll love you more, in time.

Her warmeth me with fire anew,

My over-reacting sexual desires and emotions will be few.

I had promised to act cool, calm and relaxed,

To Carla once and once before, but I over-reacted.

I plead to her with all my true heart,

That I will request forgiveness, of all that day,

Please make it easy on me, to beg on my knees,

Lock me up in a closed room and leave me, with fleas.

To comfort, satisfy, care and cares,

And not to disassociate, disregard and destroy,

The great true blue relationship,

Of two lovers whom, ends up getting married.

Poem Number 118 - A Scene Of A Show-Off - 23/6/1986

I am eager enough, to show her,

How emotional I am, over her,

I want to die lying right beside her,

To be buried six foot underneath the earth.

So that, my corpse will mean nothing,

But only our two souls: running towards the gates of heaven.

With no hearts afire by the evils of the demons,

Just God-sent humans, who leave behind all their children.

The electricity is so strong,

It cannot and will not be cut off.

For the force is holding our hands,

It’s not a scene of a “Show-Off”.

Poem Number 117 - The Jealousy Is Not There, Anymore! - 21/6/1986

Isn’t there a word or two, I would say of Anne-Marie,

Yet, even in the cheerful way she thinks of me?

Age is the major difference between the both of us,

And only recently I’d like to over her, make some fuss.

Every so often, I think of my wonderful sister,

I think in a way, that I would’ve liked to do, what she is doing now.

But as I hardly ever tried or cared for my studies,

I have no excuse to blame anyone else, but me.

Even though, so young and outgoing, energetically,

I can’t believe that in the family, the brain is “Anne-Marie”!

Congratulations, for your hard envious studies,

As the results will be towards you, in a few more years.

You’ve mixed with good girl friends,

Who don’t tear you to the ground.

The0y’re the one’s that don’t use you:

To find out more of your intelligence.

As many times I’ve mocked you, “Anne-Marie”,

As many times, I request for your forgiveness,

From the jealousy, from within myself,

Is not there, anymore!

Poem Number 116 - just Be Yourself - 20/6/1986

Cold! Oh, how suddenly cold it is!

The wind blowing, so strong,

How can I find the solution, to not being cold?

Is there an answer, in my day of age?

Can I think of someone, woman to be?

To be warmingly wrapped up in satin sheets?

To be shedding her tears and sharing her laughs,

To tell me of such warm relaxing dreams?

For her to respond to my actions and words,

For her to display such devotion and care,

For her to touch and feel such temptuous ideas,

That she is not scared to do.

As she will show loves’ strength,

And not to be feeling so, so tense,

As she will always be with me,

To encourage and support.

Let her tenderness spread towards me,

Let her hair, hang long-on down,

Let her naked-woman body,

Trust the man, of whom she loves.

Bring in the right time,

Bring in the right place,

Bring in the right mind,

To bring in, the unborn child.

Think consistently of mother’s nature,

Where as, there’s no kingdom that is empty.

Think of the beauty and the beasts of animals,

Then go to the wilderness and try to start a new society.

Don’t uncover the sheets until dawn!

Don’t suddenly jump up, get dressed and run away!

Don’t be separated by the one that you love!

For togetherness is the result of closely bodied humans.

Just be you! Don’t make anyone change your image,

Just be in a mood of good, for you and for him.

Just think and think of the future wonderful times ahead,

Just keep yourself: warm, cuddly, cut and stay in bed. 

Poem Number 115 - One Way Mind - 17/6/1986

Cool, calm and relaxed is the air,

Making me float in my dreams.

When the crowd or races, shut their eyes,

To see the way I enjoy these precious moments.

To look upon yonder at the fertile land,

Is the sensation of the beauty of mine.

As if no one wanted to speak to me,

And to bother me with weary problems.

Just breathing in, the warm moist air,

Just wonder what mixture of carbon dioxide, it is in.

Just plain old whinging me,

Releasing my tongue from chained jungle words.

Mot mention that a feathered animal,

Is searching for crusts of uneaten food.

Like a poor unhygienic male beggar,

Pouring outwards his hand, bludging for his living.

Not I can poor enough,

To live a life in the lower class.

Nor can I, with money,

Buy all the world’s brass.

I need not search for what I have before,

As what was lost is now completely found.

Her one track pureness, really intrigues me,

As I also agree in thinking the one way mind.

Equality, I don’t believe in with men and woman,

As there are certain distinct differences in-between.

Of course both sexes are equal in requirements,

To fulfill the other’s needs.

But there are physical aspects of argumental sake,

Which doesn’t clear the other’s mind in achievement.

It’s like, for example after twenty years or working,

Another, whom is efficient, replaces you immediately.

You feel cheated and double-crossed,

And your temperature rises,

As you keep on wondering,

If what you had done was wrong. AND IT WASN”T!

I believe that the man should be a gentle man,

And look after his woman, as a “lord’s lady”,

To comfort her with flourishing kisses,

And to sweep the red carpet for her, every day.

Poem Number 114 - Togetherness: All In One - 17/6/1986

Do I look upon every woman, to gaze on one’s breast?

Can I put myself to mind and also to rest?

Is it that there is an eye out for them?

That they have an eye out for me?

I do not believe that there is one eye on me,

As my body to me, is not handsome.

Yet, I may have an eye out on one of them,

But right now, she’s not to be seen.

A woman of make-up on her face,

A woman, whom I won’t compete against in a race.

A woman of beauty,

And that doesn’t include, “Good Looks!’

How I miss her, not being near me,

How I miss her, not sitting aside me,

How I miss her, in every aspect all told,

And how I love her socializing ideas.

Thanking God, for getting us to know each other,

As I will love and cherish her,

As long as it takes,

Before one of us: death-depart.

I have found the woman of love,

I will want her in my abode.

Given time, patience and a mutual understanding,

We can both make it through, together: all in one!

Poem Number 113 - An Attitude Of A Man - 16/6/1986

Isn’t it wonderful to be feeling so content?

Isn’t it terrific that someone else cares of me?

Isn’t it magnificent to love and be loved?

After all, isn’t it the reason why we were born?

Such sweet romantic signals of love, I receive,

Not just vibes that are around for a short while.

How I wish that there were no fears,

And I lying on a softened ground, with my dear.

Oh, touch ma and feel me,

To explore and navigate!

Oh, listen of me and talk to me,

You woman of such a garden, of the heavenly gate.

At present, I feel as if that I need the power, money and strength,

To do what I personally would like to do,

To marry Carla: and that we both own: A two-story house,

With updated facilities and to create our own multi-million dollar business.

Ensure that our parents and properly provided,

To enable our time to be spent with our children.

Of course, that is the dream in most of us,

Yet, at times this dream ends up true.

But for me, there is a large percentage of me,

That would like me settled down, to grow my own family.

My sweetheart Carla says to me,

“That we can not predict our future”,

Well, at least we can assist ourselves to know,

What the short, medium and long-term future is.

As I smother my sweetheart with wet kisses,

Her skin, feeling so smooth… is rubbed against mine.

To embrace her with tender passionate movements,

Is like for me to bow graciously down, to someone from the monarch.

To water one’s mind of fluids of love,

Is like to watch closely into the bush as men hunt the turtledove.

To suckle on breasts those really turn you on,

Is like to watch little ducklings, waddle out of a pond.

To feel so close, as never before,

Is like you give all what you’ve got.

Empty hands and joined by others,

To confirm that gentle lovely feeling.

 To be suppressed by a man who won’t let go,

To be tongued and licked from knee to toe,

To be gentle with no fear at all,

To be frightened that he may, one day leave.

No. No. Not at all. He would leave you!

No. No. He would never depart!

For if he did, he would commit the uncommitable sin,

For the ones that don’t know…that is suicide.

Free him from fear of insecurity,

Free him from any worries he has,

Be a wife of a husband, of his,

So he can respond by an attitude of a man.

Poem Number 112 - Painless Virtues - 12/6/1986

There is no excuse for us to live happy,

There is no excuse for us to die and go to heaven,

It’s just so true,

And that is what we all go through.

You can’t have a beginning without the end,

You can’t have an end without a beginning.

The only thing you can have with sacrificing,

Is the middle: which represents your life.

There is no guess to what your life leads,

And there is no limit to what you can plead.

Relax and think of what, of whom, you’d like to be,

So that the way and direction, is in front of you.

Don’t get stale, by setting yourself for jail,

For you will be through tremendous amounts of hail.

Be extremely popular within yourself,

For the endless results will bring fortunes in your way.

Unresisting your brain from painless virtues,

Will rainbow a colorful pattern of you,

So that peace of mind endures,

And you can walk yourself, to Mother Nature’s pastures.

Be vigorous with enemies of one’s past,

And you’ll realize that life doesn’t go that fast.

For you will retort, for the kindness of your real friends,

Of who will never send you, going round the bend.

Poem Number 111 - A Phone Call Away - 11/6/1986

How close does she feel from me?

Is an answer I quite know well?

Feeling the touch of her exterior body,

Rubbing against mine: to fulfill one’s wishes.

The atmosphere is different,

We both don’t feel like solid cement.

There’s one thing we love to do,

And that is using all means of communicating.

Her cheeks feel warm and round,

Her happiness, one that is joyfully shown all around.

Her clothes, loosely being walked from place to place,

Her mannerisms are all in, only thoughtful grace.

Dictating expressions of daily on comings,

The small bird that is still humming,

The innocence of life’s expectancy,

Crowding and drowning me with such beaut thoughts.

Imagining her physique and figure,

Touching, just touching myself at rest.

There’s no solution to depart these wonderful emotions,

As we in company, share each other’s search.

During these ongoing composition of thoughts,

I awake from a self-hypnotic dream,

And listening to that feminine voice,

Asking me for an answer to a question.

Stunned, that had drifted away in dream,

I replied to her so that she could understand.

Slamming the telephone, annoyed with myself,

I realized that I am thankful that Carla is a phone call away.

Poem Number 110 - Red Carpet - 10/6/1986

There are so many items on my list of buying,

From clothes, to a motor vehicle to an apartment.

But the one thing that I don’t want to buy or sell,

Is the greatness of love with Carla.

I have never felt the same as before,

Only once was I involved with a whore,

This time, I know this is the right person,

To be in love with me, such a sweet woman.

If only, I had a car to drive us out,

If only, I had the choice of clothes for night,

If only, I had enough money saved,

They are the 'If’s', that I don’t like.

For Carla, deserves more than the red carpet,

She deserves mature tender loving care,

Not to be used by any man at all,

So she can stand up, on her feet so tall.

Poem Number 109 - Poets And Poems - 7/6/1986

I am asked about when I write poetry:

I respond not despondently but with honesty,

“That riding to and from work, on trains and buses,

And when I think it is a good moment, to do so.”

One thing I realized, is that all the poems,

Are written outside the home environment.

Most poems are extremely personal, of self-life,

And at that time expressed, how I feel is recorded.

There is the expression,” There is a method in your madness”,

Well, there’s the mechanics of written words,

Description of expressions and feelings,

Just meaningful and easeful words of positive thinking.

Most poets when writing their own styles of poems,

Reflect either on one or two messages: in-between the lines,

In my own case, not all the poems rhyme,

But they are split up into thoughts of lines.

The “Icing on the cake”, isn’t necessarily the end,

It could be a whole phrase or paragraph,

That attracts all reader’s minds,

To infiltrate one’s mind, with one’s creation.

Every single one of us can easily write a few words,

And perform a work of art, by painting your thoughts.

Like a fast running streaming water spring,

Running to the shores of no end.

Poem Number 108 - Financial Computered Financial Institutions - 7/6/1986

Just isn’t my day, with telli-card machines,

For three days now, from machine to machine,

The Credit Union has reached its daily limit,

And makes me chuck a fit!

How good banks and building societies are,

As I rely on these machines to be paid.

Frustration occurs when I have little in my pocket,

As I feel like kicking a bucket or two!

Queuing up, waiting sometimes: five to thirty minutes,

To find out what you didn’t want to find out.

Oh, how I would like to abuse them,

For they are inevitable, that it bother’s me.

Inconvenience of computerized machines,

Is not the same as an incompetent bank staff.

In most cases, the bank staff I would prefer,

To these broken down computer, so called “Financial Institutions”!

Poem Number 107 - She Did Not Seem A Happy Woman -6/6/1986

Here I was sober as a man should be,

Merrily walking home, through the arcade,

Asking a womanly cleaner, stopping her for just a moment,

“Where is the nearest bank machine, for me to withdraw some cash?”

She did not seem a happy woman,

Yet, she admitted she was foreign,

And not one ounce of good talk,

Could I get out of her.

So meanfully rude she responded,

With no passionate prude.

That she wanted me out,

So she called for others, in a shout.

How can anyone expect some, they didn’t know,

To be friendly, in a good mood and pleasant,

It just doesn’t seem, to me to be fair,

That you should stretch your pleasantness so far,

And you are thrown aside and threatened.

I hope this unknown woman of our world,

Is not like this to anyone else.

So that she lives in cheerfulness,

And doesn’t perform the same, like towards me she did.

Poem Number 106 - Hold Her, So Tightly - 6/6/1986

I am a man that loves to make love,

While asleep, in the middle of the night,

If a beautiful woman lies beside,

I would hold her, so tightly.

It’s not awkward, as it is mutual response,

And it creates sweet pleasant dreams,

Until the sunrise in the early dawn,

And both of our lips meet and are together drawn.

Most sexual relationships of partners,

Would not even think of this kind of making love.

They would do it first thing, at night,

And fight first thing in the morn.

There has to be a deep understanding,

A signal from both to know each other’s steps:

With the man acting like a silver-dressed knight,

And the woman with the laced golden brown clothes.

To enlighten the darkness of any night,

That encourages a strong and friendly relationship.

If the time is not right,

If the atmosphere and hours does not feel right,

If one of them don’t want to love, at that time,

Then just respond by not being rude, and accept it!

There will always be a better time,

There will always be better moods,

There will always be a better chance,

As there should be no feeling of guilt.