Category — Love poems
As Sure As – A Lament by Susie Hemingway.
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.
June 1, 2009 9 Comments
Through My Eyes – by Susie Hemingway
The music, distant, dusty but ours from years ago…
my face in smiles my hands do clap,
April 22, 2009 7 Comments
I Watch – by Susie Hemingway
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’
March 27, 2009 14 Comments
" I Write For You" – by Susie Hemingway
As sun doth melt the silver days
and fresh green buds do chase away
the remnants of these chilly days,
I write for you…
you sleep and sleep my only love
you miss spring birds and clouds above,
in dreaming slumber, days do pass, and
even though against the breeze
the fragile words do come to me,
still sleep stays on those lovely eyes,
for days are shorter dear for you
the circle smaller, in violet blue,
again the sun will find it’s rays
to warm your heart and fill your days
and I will spend my time with you
in quiet gentle solitude,
till this day, my only love,
I write for you…
soon once again, dear God for me
you’ll sit on swing, beneath the trees,
to listen to the buzzing bees
the rustle of the summer leaves,
then you will snuggle close to me,
when smudges of my tears
do fall, to stain the ink,
and you will sleep,
and I will write
my words for thee…
This Poem read by Susie on BBC Radio on 20 May 2009 during Poetry Week, can be heard, on: http://www.susiehemingway.com ( just scroll down, past the poem “Love Smiles” )
Copyright @ 2009
March 3, 2009 18 Comments
And The Heavens Smiled – A Prayer -by Susie Hemingway
shafts of sunlight fell my way
great big rays of golden glory
came to me that bluest day,
from somewhere amid the heavens
upon a gentle breeze,
issued forth that tranquil feeling,
bringing salvation straight to me.
A calm and needed preservation,
radiant in beam of light
to not forsake, although forlorn
and hopeless, seeing all within my sight,
I lift my face to narrow beam
it’s pouring warmth to cover me,
and stubborn as this heart allows,
I stand in watchful patience now.
Come shine for me, your rays of gold
come gentle breeze, to bathe my cold,
Oh! glowing energy in crimson light,
impervious to change so bright,
enlighten with your power,
the vigour of my soul,
in dreams of costly structure
this folly, that is bold.
Who sent this cheering influence
in heart where sadness dwells,
what spark, what fiery brilliance,
provoked this staunchness now,
still, the heavens smiled, and shafts
of sunlight fell my way,
great big rays of golden glory
came to me that bluest day…
@ Copyright October 2008
October 27, 2008 12 Comments
You Are – by Susie Hemingway
You are the sun when shades are pulled
You are the sparkling water that rushes
over shiny rocks in torrent stream,
You are the smoky moonlit shadows on quiet walls
You are the sweet smelling cotton of summer days,
Yours is the smile, adorned in radiant highlights
on a tired face,
Yours are the dark ‘bitter chocolate’ eyes
that twinkle indiscreetly !
Yours is the contented sigh that embellishes my room,
You are the blackberries that hang in myriad burgundy
array against my garden wall,
You are the saxophone in bluesy midnight tones
that stirs my heart,
You are the will and courage of every day
and I am the heart that never ceases to worry…
All Rights Reserved 2008
“You Are” – Now Selected For Publication in A New Poetry Book – The Gift Of Love
October 10, 2008 12 Comments
"How Still – Remission" by Susie Hemingway
How still this life of ours becomes
this joyous quiet silent scene
this plateau held in time
this tableau captured in a dream,
rest here on this your island
marooned with only me
for peace is all that’s needed
to complete this tranquil dream;
my pilgrim, breath this air
your days are restful now
nothing to weigh more heavy
than my hand upon your brow;
as your friend I stand protective
wishing to clasp this pause,
as your lover I fight your corner
always asking for much more!
suspend this moment fast in time
and navigate all hurt away
this dreamlike state, this voyage this journey,
how still this perfect scene…
All Rights Reserved August 2008
August 30, 2008 8 Comments
Sea Dreams – by Susie Hemingway
Sea Dreams.
In dreams that free the tangled man
you walk on beach of fine white sand,
it’s in your soul to yearn this so,
a struggle yes! but we shall go
I know you dream to smell the sea
to fill those lungs with ozone free
to feel warm breezes brush your skin
taking pain from deep within
the sea a vivid colbert blue
on crest of waves a dream or two,
your slim brown feet will curl and flex
as salty ripples flow and ebb
dream dear man for it will be,
to walk the sands again with me,
to feel the sun on tortured skin
to ease all damage held within
for if I have to carry thee,
among the palms your limbs will free,
your eyes will see, your heart will soar,
the pain no longer at your door.
“Sea Dreams” that deep become,
a wish for thee, that will be done…
All Rights Reserved July 2008
July 22, 2008 8 Comments
My Clock – By Susie Hemingway
How peaceful in this pavilion
as the pendulum is free to swing,
I wish to guard these regulated movements
as you oscillate in free time.
I wish to savour your liberty of actions
your power of self-determination
I need to imprison and restrain this time,
to mend this clock of mine.
All Rights Reserved – June 2008
June 25, 2008 4 Comments
Should I Pray Now.
Should I be praying
is the time now ?
will you be listening
if I pray now.
Have I got Angels ?
quickly come now,
should I be praying
I’m sure the time’s now,
would you be listening
if I pray now.
Where is my Gabriel
from angels above,
will you be listening
to help and to love.
If I open the door,
If I open my eyes ,
have I got an Angel
right by my side.
Should I be praying
is the time now,
would you be listening ?
If I pray now……
@ Copyright 2006
Sung by Jo @ http://www.myspace.com/jomoursimusic
Photo : Courtesy of Matt Rutherford.
May 29, 2007 6 Comments
If You Feel You Cannot Stay.
May 26, 2007 9 Comments
Cairo.
empurple in the late of night,
the sparkling rays on marble stones,
the quickest steps and gleaming domes.
The narrow streets and alley-ways,
the different smells the different ways.
The hookah pipes, the mint tea trays ,
Oh Cairo and your faded ways.
The empyrean of mosaic mosques,
the many souks and little shops.
The hot and dusty lives we lived,
the little child with flower to give.
Street cafe where every day
we sat and watched,
in wondrous gaze.
Oh Cairo, I remember all those days.
The perfume shop, where we paid
to smell like Chloe, in a way!
The special time, with special friends,
we thought that it would never end.
Halcyon days spent with you,
enticing splendour of garnet hue.
Twinkling stars in darkest night,
Oh Cairo of the sepia light.
The dark robed men,
with beads and dice,
delicious honey with special spice,
the bright and silky lengths of cloth
tahina, lentils in a pot.
Can you recall this magic place ?
for I can see your handsome face.
Oh Cairo of the sepia light.
@ Copyright 2006
Top Photo – Courtesy: Matt Rutherford,
May 26, 2007 9 Comments
Sing Heart And Come Alive.
Sing heart and come alive,
close your eyes and clear your mind.
You can recall those desert sands
and when I take you by the hand,
atop the golden dunes we’ll stand,
in heaven, in those mountains high,
sing heart and come alive.
Sing heart and come alive,
the alleys of the old Oman
in bustling fruit filled market place,
I clearly see your lovely face.
The dhows along the river nile,
it’s splendid majesty of pace,
sing heart and come alive.
Sing heart, and come alive,
close your eyes and clear your mind,
the hanging fragrant jasmin blooms,
will take away your heavy gloom.
The beauty of your mothers face
the slowness of our daily pace,
sing heart and come alive.
Sing heart and come alive,
the frankincense in pots of gold
the alleys and the boys so bold,
the galaxy of sweetest cakes,
the air so warm upon your face.
Close your eyes and clear your mind,
sing heart and come alive…
@ Copyright 2006
May 25, 2007 5 Comments
If You Should Leave Me
where would you go.
To the arab courtyard,
where once you held my hand.
The fountains flowed,
the coolness of the shade.
If you should leave me,
where would you go.
If you should leave me,
where would you go.
To those corn fields,
with sapphire skies.
Where hand in hand,
we walked and cried.
If you should leave me,
where would you go.
If you should leave me,
where would you go.
To empty beaches
where once we sat
on fine white sand,
under palms so tall.
If you should leave me
where would you go.
If you should leave me,
where would you go.
To hot dry lands
in tiny street, or
market place,
with ‘tawlah’ game in hand.
If you should leave me,
where would you go.
If you should leave me,
where would you go.
To Paris or to Rome
will you remember,
friends or me.
and most of all your home.
If you should leave me,
where will you go.
If you should leave me……
@ Copyright 2006
May 22, 2007 10 Comments
Lean Towards Me.
For I am strong and tall.
I will hold you, not let you fall,
lean towards me.
You have a right like every tree,
to breathe and stand,
to fight when harsh winds blow.
You are that tree, and I am strong.
Lean towards me.
Hold your spirit strong,
like newly sown corn,
pushing through the difficult times,
for I will hold you, not let you fall.
Lean towards me.
You set your heart free
You let your spirit soar.
For you are brave, you are that corn,
And I am tall and I am strong.
Lean towards me.
Our fight is long
Like the river flows,
twists and turns with stones to cross,
but you are here, and life is now,
And I will hold you, I will not let you fall.
Lean towards me…..
Sung by Jo Moursi on http://www.myspace.com/jomoursimusic
@ Copyright 2006
May 21, 2007 10 Comments
