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A Vision
 


Walking along the beach at night she said
To her friend that she had a vision -
That she saw centuries back to a goddess
Who was dressed in flowing white and somehow
There was a bond and there was a gathering
With her friend playing the central role there.
Was she a story teller, poetess or
Visionary? She was certainly romantic.
Later that night while reading he saw
Peeping in his window on page 40
His White Goddess 'born in his mind, born
Out of wishing?' He thought not - real as real!
He bet he could convince the Poet that visions
Had existence outside the Poet's mind.

The Poet in 'Two Hearts Two Cities' does not know all the answers to philosopy nor all about Nature and Wizardry but he does know he is in love. Order through Zora Knight the illustrator whose art at times speaks more clearly than poetry - more times than the Poet wishes to admit.
knightly100@hotmail.com


1.

Not sweet-thought-talk nor thinking when you're near
On this or that no matter what is safe
If some task needs one's mind stable and clear -
Most mundane things that without you soon chafe.
When computers don't compute words afar
Distance is distance and no sweet talk's done
And laughing at some mishap that work can marr
Becomes sighing with wishing we were one
To sweet-thought-talk over coffee and cake
So my unstable mind, my unclear head
Causes little harm and work's not at stake,
Maybe just one or two foolish things said.
I'm missing the oneness that flesh love brings
But with the sweet-thought-talk my body sings.

2.

You do not know what you are worth to me!
I am a million dollar man you've made -
Astound myself as I dance daringly;
No star of stage such touching love has played,
No singer sings with more desire, more fire,
I am a million dollar man made glad;
My brush sweeps the canvas with flair, with higher
Grander sweet wishes than poor men love mad.
I am a million dollar man enriched
By you, through you, in you, with you - Yes you!
When I walk, when I talk, love's fevered pitched;
Every knowing woman knows it is true.
I am a million dollar man, love made;
My eyes have fire though beard says I've not strayed.

3.

Love's Lust, lessen your grip, let good spells thrill;
Your presence surprises in ladies pure
And wizard will cannot combat, calm still
With one spell, seems no day must have failure.
So, Lust, if daily spells have hope, please ease -
Yet I know men brag, for them, you need not
And they wane and look elsewhere's their disease.
Love's Lust lessen your grip days spells cannot
Overcome your power, spells too pale and weak.
'The fault dear Wizard is not with weak spells
But in yourself, to fail to weave, to speak
And knowing this gives power that daily tells.'
Love's Lust I fear not you now and can sleep
And spells for lack of sleep from you I'll keep.

4.

How carefully I watched your lips say nothing,
Each zero shape meant everything required,
That heard makes dumb mighty men who boasts bring
Who would promise lies while they're circle fired
But you're a six zeroed number heart-wise,
A number to count before sleep not sheep
Princess with lips that perfect pleasure's cries,
Sought after by the loveless and love-deep;
That your lips are free you please firmly locked
Save where you love and open doors to floods
Between the banks of my river, love shocked -
Washing away pain, wiping clear all muds.
You'll never be stolen though looters tell
Of tricks they'll use so in your heart they'll dwell.

5.

When I've seen smiles that change your face with grace
Your proud breasts can't catch seeking eyes look down
Though smiles spread surely to each hidden place
And colour all flesh; if searched, would be found;
When you've said this, not profoundly I've said that
Yet our words washed the shores of Love with fun
And Love shone with no need of sweet lust chat
But know that replaying your smiles you've won
Eyes' wish to wander straight where smiles love swell
Here and there, hidden and not so hidden
And call all my parts where love poets' smiles dwell
That through your smiles know all the wheres and when.
These thoughts will no doubt prevent sleep's smiling
But tomorrow's smiles will adorn yawning.

6.

Love your lips yet 'twas your knee near-kissed mine
Knowing your heart tells much with small things shown
And nearly's not good enough's out of line
For close can boast and romance clearly own
And truly I watch your hands like the moon
For full moon's a touch, new moon's coming near.
The pleasure of waiting's dating love's tune -
Those without candles claim I'm mad I fear.
As your lips move I'm moved with waves of praise;
Though my lips love to kiss, speaking of lips,
Being near your lips, kissing by knees does raise
The question of nearly hips stealing hips.
Oh nearly, nearly is good enough dear
If it promises promises are near.

7.

How narrow, how broad-filled life seems with you
Home with no eye opening with eye surgery,
PC sitting while van's school sitting too
Son pampered, earth's sons war-wait patiently
Yet poems of our love reach, home sitting here
More students' hearts taught lively many years.
Praps with hand and voice serving high career
Driving, flying here there wiping 'way tears
I'd help best rather than writing of heaven
Telling of lost years finding grand singing,
Old values not working, true love times ten
Once found, once treasured, once you brought sighing.
The world questions the man happy as I -
You muse from me thousands of sonnets why!

8.

Once your love was seen against strained love lost
It's merit soared in my bruised heart's eye
And this knight could fight and not count the cost
Where before triumph was to lose not die.
With love at first my weakness was lust's strength
Then wisdom saw your love's kingdom sacked lust;
If to forgo breasts' call, resist at length,
To look and dream but yell not was a must
For your love to lavish me forever
Then this knight could fight, though count the cost
But fight he would 'gainst insanity's lever
And plead that surely once sin could be tossed.
Such is my love, to you I do belong;
May my strengths be weak and all night do you wrong.

9.

What of her wisdom without her? dead thought
There where the soul should thrive, grow to full moon.
Her talent without her? night would be wraught
Where the good moon's gone and not to rise soon.
Her foot steps without her? beauty missing,
Bare feet that state freedom, comfort beat mould,
That grass and paths love pretty toes kissing
And moonlight would give away fullness bold
To play with them with poesy with the night.
What of the heart without her? Love would cry,
My poetry would die, words would wither white
And my heart would return to rivers dry.
But strong are good hearts with the moon's full will
To never be without light and love still.

10.

Be not troubled when wished we were elsewhere,
On beaches of the world, bathing, baking
Seeming I'm bored - No! I'm dreaming - Beware!
We'll go there before we're famous, hiding
For great love, great talent must famous be!
But to dream away the moment of worth
Truly would be foolish - please chastise me.
To waste moments changing our place on earth
May be romantic but your eyes must win
Over every place on our planet plain.
Forgive me that I've dreams given by sin
Watching your hair, your womanhood - please blame.
Be not troubled when wished we were elsewhere -
The magic moment wasted will be rare.

11.

If your love could knock on my door tonight,
Knowing no better spirit wings nor sighs
And the praise of my lips spends all their might
To capture the pure beauty that resides
Then kisses would waste no words tongue kissing -
Their poetry would surpass that of my hands
Yet still they'd fail to better hearts beating
Love's wonderful melody soul commands.
If your love could knock on my door tonight,
Eyes would dance, feet would touch lightly and well,
Smiles would make sounds, arms would ring circles-quiet
And pen with life of its own in love would dwell.
Thrive would love, never to leave such splendour
And poetry would never pause while sleep's poor.

12.

If love's best measure were but cards and flowers
Then my day and night would have been dead-scored
For only past gifts can hands hold this hour
And treasured they are though with time they're flawed.
The best love measure's hard to show others
For might not my smile be made through long fame
At chess, with barbecues, raising brothers?
Believe me my smile near foolish, must blame
Not just your love but your beauty, your being.
Many, yet no card nor flowers came your way from me
For foolishly believe perhaps, I bring
A measure of love too much to buy, but free.
If love's best measure were but cards and flowers
Florists would have called on you far more hours!


Walking along the beach at night she said
To her friend that she had a vision -
That she saw centuries back to a goddess
Who was dressed in flowing white and somehow
There was a bond and there was a gathering
With her friend playing the central role there.
Was she a story teller, poetess or
Visionary? She was certainly romantic.
Later that night while reading he saw
Peeping in his window on page 40
His White Goddess 'born in his mind, born
Out of wishing?' He thought not - real as real!
He bet he could convince the Poet that visions
Had existence outside the Poet's mind.

The Poet in 'Two Hearts Two Cities' does not know all the answers to philosopy nor all about Nature and Wizardry but he does know he is in love. Order through Zora Knight the illustrator whose art at times speaks more clearly than poetry - more times than the Poet wishes to admit.
knightly100@hotmail.com

By David A. Doolan

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