Category — Love poems

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Link here http://www.susiehemingway.com/books/  to purchase this  richly  designed poetry anthology filled with Poems of Love in diary form. More than one hundred  pages telling ‘our story’

              Later this month my poems are to be published in a book called  “A Power Within” It is  pleasing  to see more than fifty of these poems of love, all together in this  beautiful book with it’s rich coloured cover-not I might add, the beautiful photo I leave here for your delight today-and 105 pages, which would look beautiful adorning any coffee table. I am thrilled with the result of the proof and with the superb layout done by Matt Rutherford of  www.mattrutherford.com  thank you Matt. More news on the release date will be here later this month.

~Sunset Photo courtesy of Colin Brown – All Rights Reserved~

Silver shimmering crest of light

that shines and glistens on special nights

but only seen by those who love,

for those who notice this moon above

fluorescing glow of softest light

that shines on waves in rolling flight,

this secret candescent light that holds

a special place in lover’s souls,

when the flotsam of life is tearing at you

lift your head and see this view.

When life’s foreboding ways do seek

to sometime knock you off your feet

take your dreams and shake them loose

never stumble for you will see

this shining luminosity of moonlight free,

for on these magic nights of love

that glow for lovers from above

especially for those entwined souls

for secrets between them never told

tilt your head to gaze above

to see this gemlike moon of love…

This poem is dedicated to Sally and Maurice. October 2009

Copyright @ Susie Hemingway 2009

Photo courtesy of Sally Leeves

I carry thee like the heavy rain drenched leaves cover the precious plants

I carry thee like the mother with soft-fleshed babe in arms

I carry thee on heavy days, when limbs are tired but heart is willing

I carry thee.

I think for you on difficult days when drug filled mind is fuddled and quiet

I think ahead for you with heavy heart filled with anxious thoughts of decisions that must be made

I think of you when struggles to move are hard and bones make creaks and eyes are dulled

I think of you.

I watch for you, I listen to your breathing, when night has fallen and stillness comes

I watch for you with hope you never stumble or fall

I watch for you to make that kiss you love, entirely right at night

I watch for you.

I dream for you that days will pass pain free and  be filled with God’s blessings

I dream for you when watching  Autumn leaves fall as trees again show their tangled limbs.

I dream for you that you will see the Summer sun, rise across the pastures green once more

I carry thee….

@ Copyright 2009

Do you remember long ago

you found that magic place,

where lilies filled most every room

and beds were dressed in lace

the men in polished uniforms

took bags and opened doors,

and the crystal of the chandelier’s

twinkled straight on marble floors.

The majesty and splendour of

this, your special place,

was clear as sparkling water

that ran from fountain space.

You sat me by the sea-view

in a chair of plushest silk

the lady with the clear sweet voice

the harp, it’s gentle lilt,

you said my hair was "pretty"

and my dress was "just divine"

and then they brought us pink delights

and goblets full of wine.

The scent from all the lilies

that filled most every room,

could that be what was turning

my heart, amid the blooms,

perhaps it was the dark red wine

perhaps it was your face,

perhaps those gilded bronzes,

I remembered in that place

We walked on Turkish carpets

in rooms of ormolu,

along the ‘china’ terrace

admiring stunning views,

we walked along the waters edge

leaving sandals on the stairs,

still that beguiling smell of lilies,

I wondered where, from here

and as you turned and smiled

coming, face to face……

where lilies filled most every room,

and beds were dressed in lace.

@ Copyright 2006

Brilliant Sunset sinking fast

of pumpkin corals and scarlet reds,

slowly first, as watchful eyes

dream and melt in paradise.

We turn to stare at coloured sky

and watch graceful bird swooping by,

we listen to the palm trees sway

as sun kissed bodies feel close of day,

evening warmth on cooling skin

pleasures seem to merge within.

Sinking slowly, small cirrus streaks

enhance this beauty we love to seek.

Vermilion ambers, Magenta hues

spectacular colours for me and you,

gentle sounds of ebbing waves

this rhythm and flow of life and days…

Why we seek this twilight sky?

this energy that makes us sigh,

that makes our shoulders rest this way

that always takes our stress away.

This colour of power, this colour of

might, this reason to live, this reason

to fight,

this Sunset watched with only you

delicious memories come into view.

With many thanks to Sandy Banks *

http://www.retiredforgood.blogspot.com for allowing me to use these very beautiful  photos and for dedicating the top rather special  Sunset  Photo to us both.*     

Sandy said… Your poem prompted me to gift those precious moments as the sun slips down behind the mountain and sea – caught, but not stopped – to you and your beloved… I love your words that bring the essence of a season or a moment into very sharp focus. Thank you again….

All Rights Reserved@ October 2009

She came rushing in, or though it seemed to me,

disbelief that this colourful Lady with her cloak of reds and golds had already arrived, when I glanced from my window.

I must have been looking the other way!

but then we don’t count the days pursuing more important matters now…

As the relentless stricken battle appears once more

on the horizon, had she come to distract my mind or bring colours to my heart?

This feckless stunning Lady who sheds her clothes

and scatters them where she will, like drops of tears in

a template of sadness perhaps?

A powerful change of authority as restless and now incipient to decay.

Old roses fade and fall like shattered fragments of glass from a precious mirror,

the hedgerows become bare, no  more luscious berries

but still holding onto their thin strips of  life.

Leaves, could they ever be more beautiful? 

turning to deep maroons and burnished, glinting,  jewelled colours.

Conkers appearing from their secret shells to fall in copper splendour from the impressive stately Horse Chestnut trees.   

We arrived, like we had  just opened our eyes.

Another Autumn! who would have believed we would

see this majestic Lady together, dumbstruck once more at her  beauty

but belligerently waging war on staying in our perfect peaceful Summer… 

not for us, the rushing of time…

@Copyright Susie Hemingway 2009

Photo at “Hemingway”

I missed you, when the heated rhythm of Salsa

- that feels so like chillies when they touch

your tongue – drifted across the dance floor.

I missed you as this enticing music reached

my jewelled pinned ears.

Where were you? when the luscious sounds of

Sax blues, caught my needy toes

so carefully encased in high dancing shoes.

Where were those slim ‘sun touched’ hands that would

reach to twirl me to the dance floor.

Where was the graceful dancer, whose gentle persuasion

could spin me like a whirlpool, making me turn

and sway to the sounds of Latin beats and Bluesy tones.

Tell me, where were those magical eyes,

those sparkling rays of light, that always laughed with me.

Where was that smile, those breathy movements on the dance floor, those feet that could glide and coax

the dancer from my soul…

How my heart wants to dance with you once more,

instead of standing alone when the music calls to me.

I watched the others spin and whirl but my arms were empty,

sadness for your charms that made me feel like sixteen again.

I was never a wallflower but she has found me now,

where were you… when the deliciously heated sound of Salsa reached my ears… where were you?

@ Copyright 2009 Susie Hemingway.

Photo Susie and Hamada –Alex 1986. Wallflower Photo courtesy of Janey Johnson Photos. 2009

*This Poem was Posted On The Day Patrick Swazey Died Of Pancreatic Cancer. He Was A Wonderful Dancer bringing much pleasure to many ladies who saw him in the enchanting film “Dirty Dancing”  So I dedicate this poem to Patrick and to all lovers of dancing . “May Patrick continue to dance in Heaven”

It seems to be like yesterday
this time I spent with you,
inscribed within my heart
rust gold and cobalt blues,
unfurled in beauty of this desert place
in infinite dunes that stretched for always
like endless domes diorama,
asking me to look forever not relinquish,
requesting me to see your life.

The warm winds of the Rub’ Al Khali
blew gently with your love,
like a sacrament anointed
within the centre of my mind,
awash my heart no clemency
the secrets of your soul,
in whirlpools of the desert
that stole my heart as easily
as the lushness of sepia light.

We ran, and fell upon those sands
while ‘drowning’ in the heat,
It seems to be like yesterday
the sands beneath my feet,
it seems to be like always
in this bejewelled world of yours
it seems to be forever
the love from you that pours.

My heart stayed in the desert
and this time I spent with you,

this time I spent with you…

*Rub’ al Khali Arabic الربع الخالي‎), which translates as Empty Quarter in English is one of the largest sand deserts in the world, encompassing most of the southern third of the Arabian Peninsula, including southern Saudi Arabia, areas of Oman and the United Arab Emirates. It can be cruel but it is breathtaking!

Copyright @ August 2009

Soft jade green and mellow amber
are the colours of these days,
soft green like finest cashmere
I’d wish to wear in special ways,
liquid amber of runny butterscotch
poured gently smooth on silky creams
calm like soothing sax at midnight
seems to be the current scene,
days unfold like gentle ripples, lapping
clear against the shore and you
as peaceful as the morning vista
that glistens across land we adore.

Calm and peaceful for a while
like soft vowels in lovers breath,
warm and sweet like feather touch
a pause infinite and needed
Oh! so very much…
Then days that came like brightly coloured
Peacock that arrived in view,
we sat together admiring beauty
no ‘grey life’ was meant for you!
Colours shimmering a Midas touch,
treasures of the purest nature
“thank you Lord” this means so much.

Soft jade green and mellow amber
are the colours of these days,
then turquoise blues of dazzling splendour
arrived for us along the way
like prismatic rainbow over Maui
or amber sunsets falling West
just as clear as morning dew
with glistening eyes – I drink this view.

All Rights Reserved @ June 2009.
Photo taken by Susie Hemingway
( The Peacock visted for three days )

Brown they are you know,
big and shiny like Autumn conkers
fringed and dark charcoal smudges
emitting beams like fireflies,
seeing all but telling no one,
meditative powerful authority
once of lushness,
the eyes that could bewitch a maiden
now a little faded perhaps rheumy
one might say, yet could in a blink
seduce and tempt to lead astray…
the eyes that tell the story
the eyes that show their pride,
watchful ebony pigments that
twinkle indiscreetly like
magnificent coal diamonds,
templates of sadness
still, such infinite eyes of pride.

As sure as the sun rises
in the East everyday
as sure as your smile
lights-up the room where you lay
as sure as this calamity
life robs in this way,
as sure as my anger
snags through this pain,
as sure as the worried looks,
painted on the faces of friends
I see, there will be no gain.

As sure as the rippling tide
ebbs again to flow,
as perpetual stride comes
in the darkness I know,
as soft light fading
to soothe for a while,
how pointless this shattered glass
I hold in my hand…
for as sure as faded petals fall
from the ‘roses’ on your face,
as sure as your dark eyes
keep looking for me,
I’ll breathe and breathe again
so you will never see…

As sure as the gibberish words that I write
as sure as day, comes after night
as sure as this ache that grips at my heart.

As sure as….

All Rights Reserved @ June 2009

Photo: Courtesy of Matt Rutherford.

The music, distant, dusty but ours from years ago…

In watchful reverence as slumber creeps
Comes the silver rays that cast shadows on my walls
My pen doth scratch the paper,
In breaking silence comes my poetry by moonlight,
Rest quietly beloved, with your rendezvous in dreams
This daily plunder systematically steals your frame
But nought can rob your soul.
This modicum of peace, this repose in sleep.
I proffer my heart as my hand trembles in writing,
Just your breath faint and steady, holds my heart.
And as the clouds cross the quivering rays
Leaving my heart in darkness,
In breaking silence, comes my poetry by moonlight…

All Rights Reserved :@ 2009
“I Watch” has been selected to be published in a forthcoming book by United Press called ‘Poetry By Moonlight’