- Let Me Serve You (Softly Erotic)
- The Real Taste of Liqour
- No More X’s and O’s
- Drift
- We’ll Meet on the Thames
- Intoxicated
- To seduce Me, seduce my Mind
- Twin Flame? NA Not Applicable
- Night Joining
- If We Could Only…
- My Obsession
- If I should die 3 x’s, then so be it
- Ambrosia
- Poetic Voyeur
- We Delve
- Waiting
Shall I tell you a story
or keep it in a poem
Shall I tell you a story
or take you home
Some verses are hidden
secrets that should not be spilled
love requited and forbidden
but if I tell you, my lips would not be sealed
I wanted someone once
He never knew
I used to watch him like a dunce
This story is old, not new
I would not say it’s love
even though others would say it was so
tears fall from above
As my mind’s red light glows
If we shared a kiss
tender it would not be
the hunger in my internal abyss
rips at me until I cannot see
He is my secret obsession
ashamed I am not
I am tactical in my discretions
If I took him, I’ll know that spot
My feelings will stay hidden,
buried deep within
as I play and talk so sweetly
Maybe it’s good to keep away from him
It is alright
That he will never know
I have him in my dreams at night
Passions melting all the snow
I am drawn to him
this should not be
this secret I will keep within
till the day there is no more me
So this is your song if only…I like it.
Thank you, appreciate that;))
A song played on a radio, as a teen-aged girl dreams of that secret crush she has. I’m sure that this lyrical gem has been played for so many young women, and men. It’s called a crush because thats what it feels like in our chests, huh!
Yes your right. A crush feels like our chests is being crushed. Thank you for the comment
Beautifully penned, Fia. Excellent write my friend. I really like this a lot. Appreciate you, cuz.
Damian
Thank you Damian:)) appreciate that
Chère F.,
Every time I discover more reasons to love your write to bits.
And this is also such an event.
At the end of your poem, you offer a possibility to choose. Simply wonderful, but it reminds me of a song I once wrote. A long long time ago. And its title is Bevrijdingsdag. Translated: liberation day. I wouldn’t write a song with such a title today, but that’s another story.
The chorus of the song is forceful and perhaps a bit extreme. It translates like this:
You said ‘Married’ – and I said so what
I’d love to choose if I may
Don’t talk to me about divorce
Everyday’s liberation day
And then I asked the public:
You’ve heard it. She said ‘married’. But didn’t say who is married, so it’s up to you to choose.
– is he married
– is she married
– are they both married, but not to each other
Raise your hands!
And I would let the public decide. And I would have three songs ready to fit the decision.
A situation, prone to personal ‘colouring’. My personal colouring that is. I’m not On a stage for nothing.
Yes, a bit of a long reply. But maybe an idea 💡 for if and when you’re going to do some beat poetry. The public will love you all the more for this kind of surprises. Really.
I’m a huge fan of open mic evenings; maybe I can transfer some of the excitement to you.
Other than that: keep them coming, please.
Warm regards, Gus
I do not mind long replies. I am happy that this ignited a memory and that you are encouraging me to do open mic. I would love to read it. No worries. I will use a translator. Thank you for loving my work. poems and stories.
Very nice indeed ma’am .. Neville 😎🌻👍
Thank you, Neville;))