...Love of a Playwright...

*Love of a Playwright*

Along comes the Spring
Buds, birth and beauty of no age
February to April; three months
Its short spanned run upon
Nature’s stage
Act one. Scenes 1,2 and 3
Opening Snowdrops or Tulips it could be
A season so elegant
Post winter it’s dated
Cold dark days we must fight
To reach up; become elevated
Spring it is
So hard to follow
But yet summer shines through
And home comes the swallow
Swift and sharp
Weather compliments his performance
For May, June and July
Illustrated in summers sky
An act of joyous renegade
The finale was an encore, a sweet Parade.

...Origin...

Enjoy :D

*Origin*


Jumping into this its seems to me is wrong
Elaborate your feelings please,
Where do I belong?
It’s obvious that you like me but please
Lets talk.
I now have this feeling that maybe I should walk.
To you I may be harsh
A little bit too shy
But honestly I’m finding this
Hard to get by.

As the day begins to end.
The end becomes my nightmare
I’ll never get to see you again -
Again the end is not our friend
The end is our nightmare

The origin of this bond
Is forcing me to see
Another side of you
That love could only be
Dragging from me though
Is the pain I begin to see
Another man in your mind
Competition
I can’t compete

As the day begins to end.
The end becomes my nightmare
I’ll never get to see you again -
Again the end is not our friend
The end is our nightmare

Lifting away my head it seems
You’ve made your full decision
I walk towards my next stop
Never looking back
Searching around for help
There’s nothing to that degree
Closing my eyes on you
My thoughts have been too deep
Laying my head on your friend
I’m feeling sorry I’ve been a creep

Now it becomes clear that the end
It is our friend
And not our Nightmare.

...Liebe für dich...

Short little Poem...fun little ryhme really....loving is fun so I thought I would just say it in a more complicated way :P

*Liebe für dich*

Glinting eyes
Reflective tears
Quirky smiles when you draw near
Those tiny white doves
All fleeing their hatch
To tell me of hope
Of love, my match!!

...Lighthouse Blues...

Sexuality can be the most fluid of all things...Make the most of who you are...Pride '10 Yeow!!

*Lighthouse Blues*

Slowly crashing upon the rocks
(Both) Battered and bruised.
Fast approaching midnight
Not yet ready to move.
Drained and Exhausted
Your mind not at ease.
You long for your Lover
Not a want a mere need.
Your womanly posture
Neither frail nor thin
Lies naked; fully clothed
Exposed by winters wind.

Waves crash; Hope is lost
Smashed and shattered.
While waiting in woe
A vision befriends you-
An image once forgot.
Before. Breaking barriers
Now a distant thought
Thoughts evolve into realities
And now,
Another woman roams that same beach
Love is love after all
There are no distinctions to reach.

...Divine Homecoming...

Thank you to everybody for their comments so far....really puts a smile on my face...Hope you all enjoy the next three :D

*Divine Homecoming*

Golden gates welcome us – Greet us
Shadowing any other woman, any other man -
In one glorious moment.

A being of beauty your prime existence
Resembling that of paradise

The clouds, the keys, the angels
Not a match at your time of leaving
for your inner tranquillity
your wonder; pure peace.