Poem 113- Days of Love

Days of Love

We have passed this
Summer in a flurry
Of feelings. Never knowing
The time or looking to
Ask as the sky gradates.

Todo el verano en
Un cielo con nubes blancas
Con libros, con risa, con
Los colores de sus ojos
Y su cara cerca de mí
Cara

Tout l’été est toute un mélange,
Nôtres aventures, notre
Conversations et nôtres sentiments
De plaisir

Have I told you today (and the rest of these idyllic days)
How lucky I am to be in love with you?

Poem 112- The misdemeanour of marriage- a classic acrostic poem on the topic of inter-connectedness.

The misdemeanour of marriage- a classic acrostic poem on the topic of inter-connectedness.

Mandatory conscription
For all those in love

Advantages of lack
Of loneliness outway
The fear of subjugating
Yourself to another

Reveal your deepest
Secrets and hope they
Make you more appealing
And more of a catch

Reminisce about your
Own life before, create
A new one together

Invest in happiness
Reap anger, no time alone
And cynicism

Always remember
Who you were before
Lose no aspect as you merge

Give all you have
To the garden, 2.4 and
White picket fence
Be not shocked by your
Flat by the motorway

Everlasting love
Everlasting change

Poem 111- Tomb of an unkown old man

Tomb of an unknown old man


Most stories told negative
Save for your adventure
For freedom

All remembrance faded
The reconstituted to
Fit the image of an
Avuncular grandfather
With toffees and the shell of a husband
And father figure

Some recount for skin
Shudder and adjectives
Too impolite to shower on
The dead

Death is an equaliser
But does it settle
The debts of housing
costs, infidelity and
bad parenting?

No repercussions remain
Or do they?
Death is an equaliser
But does it wipe away
Selfishness and the run
Off of poor attempts at
Love and the effects
Played out in 13 years
Of silence.

I don’t and do feel sorry
For you and those left behind
That caused me to be left behind in turn.