Category — POETRY – POEMS OF LOVE.

The faces staring out you see

a legacy from the past

linked by love it seems to me

a marriage that will last,

this primed, set and ordered way

made this for Miriam, a special day.

The ladies all in hats so fine

brought in boxes and decked in time,

dripping with flowers, covered in lace

see how the little boys know their place.

Brush your hair, pomade at will,

shine your shoes, bring Grandpa’s pills!

Sparkling jewels on collars and cuffs

has Aunt Maud brought her muff?

our handsome pair have walked the aisle

a special breakfast in a while,

but now we must look our best

for Hubert’s ‘heaven’ in nineteen eleven.

Don’t forget your gloves or cane,

dear God, don’t let there be more rain!

bring the chairs for we must pose,

young Jimmy please to wipe your nose.

Are we ready in our places,

a little stern, for happy faces!

Poof and Bang! the camera goes

who’d have thought the world would know…

All rights reserved with no reproduction of Photo.

Copyright @ August 2009.

With special thanks to Ged Tucker for the 1911 Family Photo

and also to Janey  Johnson for the restoration of this wonderful Photo.

In dreams I make you well again

in the velvet of the night

you run with me in endless flight,

far away in thoughts of long ago

we run on beaches sailing to

deserted islands, strong were the arms

that pulled the boat ashore.,

in dreams I see you there once more.

In dreams I make you well again

your long limbs brown and strong

the warm breezes puff at our skin

we swim in blue waters

you touching my nose and cheeks

the droplets of crystal waters

dry with salty streaks,

In dreams the picture never alters

In dreams  I see you there once more.

In dreams I make you well again

to walk the sands with me

you standing tall, with eyes so clear

from El Salam  unto the sea,

to see the lighthouse in the bay

for you to breathe that salty air

for you to brush my long fair hair,

In dreams I see you there once more.

In dreams I make you well again

in the quiet velvet of the night

the smile that changed my life

from dusk until the light,

in dreams you dance with me

on islands in deep blue seas

close your eyes and dream with me

see those najoods that stand like waves

see those golden seas of sand

see the place you held my hand…

*  ‘najoods  – Sand Dunes

* El Salem – Favourite Hotel 

@ Copyright 2007

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More Poems Of Love on http://www.susiehemingway.blogspot.com  -Views 9238 @ 25.7.09

It was never a choice was it?
it sneaked in and through
along and around,
this nasty wicked ‘beast’ that coursed
along the channels of our lives
it tangled and tried to spoil,
bent, broke, quietened and flawed
it tried to rob, steal if you may,
inflict, damage and take away,
it encumbered, hampered, distressed
and sapped,
this dark encroacher that went too far.
Still, it did not spoil or mar
love twixt us two
this fight…without choice.

All Rights Reserved @ July 2009
*This poem is dedicated to all Multiple Myeloma Sufferers and their Carers.

See twinkling eyes that dull with pain

eyes once bright as fire flames!

we juggle pills to make it wane

with every day I cry for you,

moving now is hard to do

limbs get stuck, refusing to

unbend and move, as graceful should,

“I wish I could untangle you”

Dreams that see you run again

walk the miles that never end

play the games that lovers do

dance forever just us two,

this once strong man

who laughs with me

now has morphine in his tea

instead of  ‘bubbles’ in a glass

thinking of the days gone past…

Still we can dance  if  very slow

so legs don’t stumble, I’ll

not let you go, put on

the music hold me tight

and yes, it still feels  very right,

we’ll play the soft and gentle songs

the ones you love, we’ll float along

I’ll watch your singing eyes

and wish I could, until I die,

“I wish I could untangle you”

“I wish…I could untangle you.”

Copyright @ 2007

First written 2007   :but the sentiment is just the same.

“I wish…”

I can hear him sleeping

I can hear the storm

it’s fierce ebony clouds

scudding, the yellow flashes

spend themselves against

my window pane.

Trees crashed, branches fell

and my heart no longer knew it’s way.

Still he slept, his

gentle breathing at odds with the

violence that shook my soul,

can you hear the storm?

is it inside your realm

is it beyond your pain

is it beyond mine.

The sky lit and intruded

into my domain,

it’s clear shadows against my walls

a dark mark against my heart.

Wake and listen

do not enter that sphere

no, stay and sleep

quieten my province.

Stay and sleep…

*A Care-givers Poem.

Copyright @ 2007

“The Waiting Game” a new poem by Susie Hemingway is on: http://www.susiehemingway.blogspot.com

How beautiful this Summer day the colour of the flowers,

to match my mood, I’d like today,  rain and thunder all the way.

The snow and hail they could come, and even lightning too,

If I could take your pain away a hurricane would do.

How beautiful this Summer day, with not a cloud in sight

and there you are again in bed, putting up a fight.

The sun is blazing down the rays, and when you turn and smile,

I’ll keep you with me  and that gaze, and never miss the flowers

and if you think I love you less, I’ll long for summer showers.

How beautiful this Summer day the stillness of it all,

the sky is brilliant almost red!  you smile at me and rest your head.

So does it matter the flowers are out does it matter that their blue!

if I could take your pain away, then this is what I’ll do.

For then the rays, the lovely sun, the flowers each and everyone,

I’ll keep you and that lovely gaze then this will be my Summer day.

@ Copyright 2006

How glorious the gardens

each and and everyone,

how extravagant and bursting forth

with riot of perennial fun,

we wandered down the sunlit lanes

on this our lovely ‘open day’

the splendid evergreens and rose-beds  wide

to narrow scented lavender surprise,

walkways of the greenest hues

from red, to yellows and to blues,

the pinks so soft upon your eyes

geraniums  potted on one side.

Hellebores in groups of six

herbaceous borders in pretty mix,

cabbages, onions and chickens too!

fruits and herbs in stunning views

delphiniums lush in velvet blue

sturdy potatoes in their pots!

leeks , carrots and shallots.

Water features to cool and trickle

fish ponds, rock gardens and plants that tickle!

Many pots and nursery beds

perfumed scented that turn your head.

Arbour’s, enchanting ‘rose cascades’

Ah! what a wondrous pleasant day.

What a wondrous pleasant day…

All Rights Reserved @ June 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 )

He dreams of Montazah

the palace within his mind

as he is quietly resting

I know he goes back in time,

the splendid ‘Salam-lek’ palace

built high on hills above

this turquoise studded jewel

secluded bay, entwined with doves.

Amid the palms stands clearly

this monument of  love

built from finest red bricks

a blessing from above,

smooth and graceful standing proud,

with white ‘najoods’ and sea around,

he would walk in verdant grounds

in peaceful harmony, no sound.

The quiet of these gardens

lush all, 370 fed-dans,

would take his heart in a myriad walk,

his feet on fine white sand.

He dreams of  Montazah, the palace,

always within his mind

this paradise inn of time,

he enters gates that keep the crowds at bay

which for him are opened every single day,

and when he’s tired of strolling

I know just where he’ll go

leaving  gazelles and rock gardens

and the flowers he loves so,

he’ll step across the water

to the island of all time

where classical statues never alter,

in plethora there to stand,

and here he’ll fish or flirt,

or swim, in sunlit sheltered bays

and for a little while,

he remember all those days,

“Montazah” keeps him peaceful

I see the smile again, and when

he sleeps tomorrow,

he’ll go right back again…

* najoods – sand dunes

   fed-dans – measurement of land.

All Rights Reserved @ 2007 

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.

I dreamt of having boys you know

a thousand years ago,

tall strong  bright eyed boys,

who’d make me laugh as I grew old,

good honest loving boys

with values and a  ‘Joie de Vivre’

two boys would be just right I thought

to stand with me in times of strife,

that they would be – seamless friends,

I could not ask for more.

I dreamt  I would ignite their courage

infuse – to follow all their passions

and watchful for eternity I saw,

their dreams painted on perfect smiles

as brushstrokes make a painting,

and a sapling  makes a tree…

a thousand years ago

my boys did come to me,

I dreamt of having boys you know

a thousand years ago…

sometimes dreams snap and break

but sometimes dreams come true.

In Honour Of Matt’s 40th Birthday. June 2009

All Rights Reserved @ June 2009

Although you’re down and feeling blue

a little bit dreamy not wanting to

talk or read,  I understand,

just love smiles will do…

I’ll wrap you soft as feather down,

and feed you from a silver spoon,

bewitch you with procured delights

just return those love smiles tonight.

I’ll fill the room with bergamot

and camouflage  your pain,

find the crystal glasses

and then I’ll pour champagne,

unstring my heart like oyster’s pearls

enthral at just one glance,

if you can muster just for me

a ‘love smile’ when I glance.

I’ll soften all those noisy vowels

when cooing gentle mantra,

and even toast some butter crumpets

or pick a  Shakespeare rose…

and as the peace from pain

like absolution comes,

as when the scent pungent and loved

reaches to your nose,

smile for me beloved one

those ‘love smiles’ that I know…

All Rights Reserved @ May 2009

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