A Sonnet of Love.
Love is a word that
is easily said, It
slips off the tongue with tiny dealing. For it’s been written, always being read, You lay together, look at the ceiling. For love is simply a four letter word, It should be spoken without clause in place. Said without feeling, should remain unheard,
No heirs and graces,
division in race. Its
given meaning when two beings bond, When spirits are floating, absorbed as one. The hearts entwine, their emotions respond, Praise each other, like the moon and the sun. Many allow it to flourish and part, As it occurs, takes a piece of their heart.
©Anthay
Fruit of Mind.
Like a jar of jam on a desolate shelf My thoughts are my own, kept to myself. A twist of yawning, the contents preserved The fruit of mind, sweetness served.
With notions of you, an attraction untold
Of ripened berries
that are sealed, not sold, Charmed to the tongue, no bitter taste To gently grasp without wanton waste.
A loss of youth but matured with pips No unsavoury taste will pass your lips, This freshens the heart, no hurt to grieve.
Just remove the lid and allow to breathe!
©Anthay 2006
Phantom Army.
On a cold dark and foggy night The dogs don’t bark, no cats in sight On top of the cliffs, stands a tree By the sea, by the sea, by the sea.
Fixation figures start to appear A Roman legion is marching near Shields to carry, their swords do hang As they clang, as they clang, as they clang.
They’re
battle hardened, fought many a’ war They march as a troop in lines of four The general rides the horse he’s got To a trot, to a trot, to a trot.
With a tedious trek their search abound They wearily wish their fort is found They carefully look, but to their cost They are lost, they are lost, they are lost.
A visionary
fort, their eyes a’ trick For the eerie brave their pace is quick The general, his horse and eighty men It is then, it is then, it is then.
They solely believe it’s the fort they see As they quickly march towards the tree For the Roman elite, it’s one and all
As they fall, as
they fall, as they fall.
And now today, if fog is in sight Don’t follow Romans into the night On top of the cliffs stands another tree By the sea, by the sea, by the sea.
©Anthay 2006
Dad and son
I was there son, with tears of joy, When you were born, my baby boy. From your first words, that began your speech, The moment you walked and you could reach.
When you were two, your mummy went, Found a new boyfriend, her time was spent.
Throughout the
years, she did not miss, Her baby boy, he didn’t exist.
Daddy stayed, your life to build, To watch you grow, play ball in the field. To polish your shoes and wipe your nose, To take you shopping, buy sweets you chose.
To wash your
clothes, when covered in dirt, To find a plaster when you were hurt. To watch you achieve and be your best, To take you to school, help with your test.
Now you’re a man, my job is done, Throughout the years, we had fun. When you visit and knock on my door, I will welcome the son I adore.
Now mummy sent you, a letter of pain, Through her wisdom, she would explain. That man you worship and call your dad, He’s not your father, so don’t
be sad.
In
her spite, she hoped to destroy, What we had gained, when you were a boy. I was absent, when the sperm deed was done, But through nurturing you, I have gained a true son.
©Anthay
Until tomorrow!
Why push my buttons, provoke my fear? Is your craving so great, you can’t
stand to be near? I
want to understand, this anger you create, Why there has to be a problem, so you can debate.
You have to pick fault for my anger to feed, So you have a reason, to quench your need.
As the happiness
we had, will been put aside, My madness will start with the bottle I hide.
Then you will control, the mind I knew, As I go insane, trying to help you. You’re licking your lips. Has your mouth become dry? Now you need a reason, so you can be sly.
My bloods have
boiled and explode to a peak, And now you will run to find what you seek. You steal my tears, my feelings are hollow, And now I’m to blame for the spirits you swallow.
You stand in denial, but your craving has
grown, You’re
no longer the person I have loved and known. So now you’re content, our life is a’ blur, With your glassy eyes and your voice a’ slur.
Until tomorrow! When it will then repeat,
With another argument,
I can not defeat. Until
tomorrow! When my madness will start, You take all my tears and break my heart.
©Anthay
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