beautiful blonde

Posted on April 13, 2019 by

beautiful blonde by anelephantcant

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beautiful blonde

do you believe in love at first sight
I ask the beautiful blonde
immediately regret my badly timed words
quite unsure of how she might respond

she gazes at me with no hint of surprise
as each syllable hangs in the soft Scottish air
they float like strange clouds in a blue summer sky
I feel that my soul is laid bare

she smiles back with a gleam in her cool green eyes
she answers with no hesitation
perhaps you can explain your thinking dear sir
is it a question or a sweet invitation

some questions are fancifully whimsical
while others seek true information
this one escapes out a window of my mind
she opens with delicious imagination

she sees pain in my eyes like translucent Scotch Mist
like lines from a long forgotten song
and now she withdraws to a far better place
to which I know I can never belong

do you believe in love at first sight
I ask the beautiful blonde
I knew you would ask me is her gentle reply
but we both know I have passed far beyond

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not enough

Posted on April 6, 2019 by

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not enough

the heart is a fragile organ
which shatters at the slightest wrong touch
this happens when you love someone
too much but not enough

love sets you free and cripples you
love is like the stars above
diamonds dancing in her eyes
too much but not enough

she thinks I am a butterfly
she thinks that she is tough
she leaves me in a crumpled heap
I love her too much but not enough

love is a walk in the park and rainbows
buttercups and a dragon named Puff
when darkness comes they disappear
far too much yet not enough

I never quite recover
my roads are long and often rough
I never think it possible
she loves me too much but not enough

love is holding hands and smiling
sharing jokes and all sorts of stuff
like memories of together for so many years
far too much and yet not quite enough

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a year

Posted on March 30, 2019 by

a year by anelephantcant

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a year

a year
has slipped past
since last
I saw your face
a year
of good times
and bad
a year
when I cherished
a few moments
of joy
and endured
many months
deeply sad

a year
when you smiled
and held
my hand warm
but only
in my desperate dreams
a year
when the darkness
grew blacker
each night
the sun slept
and there were
too few
moon beams

a year
when I witness
my life
running slow
a year
that says
I am growing old
a year
when the rain
is less wet
than my tears
a year
that ends
with my heart
empty
and cold

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time

Posted on March 23, 2019 by

time by anelephantcant

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time

the poet remembers the old days
when summers were long and hot
he was young strong and immortal
and time stood still or so he thought

time presents us with a challenge
fills each of us with deep down doubt
we know that with each passing moment
the sands are close to running out

it is more than fifty years ago
that Bobby told us in his poem
nothing ever stays the same
times change and the waters have grown

Jim Croce tried to preserve it
in a bottle and a beautiful song
but time moved far too fast for him
sadly Jim is now long gone

The Stones thought time was on their side
but still it trickles past
it pauses not for any man
not even Jumping Jack Flash

no point watching that second hand
it will just leave you deranged
you check the wall look at your wrist
find time has already changed

the future grows forever smaller
the past gets greater every day
the present moves each time we breathe
each second crawls its lonely way

and now the poet has to leave
he has finished his poor rhyme
he’d like to write another verse
but finds he is out of time

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in the sun

Posted on March 16, 2019 by

in the sun by anelephantcant

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in the sun

summer is over and autumn has fled
dreich winter is just settling in
the wam lazy life we enjoyed all those years
disappears like the slow setting sun

do you think the love we once had is dead
do you feel that the passion is gone
is there any future in who we are now
or should I just sadly move on

will your life be much better without me
do I bring you less pleasure than pain
will you be happier not to know where I am
and never to see me again

I have been here too long growing tired and old
when I want to lie every day in the sun
don’t make me stay here slowly fading with cold
let me be warm let me live in the sun

and please let me die in the sun

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shooting star

Posted on March 9, 2019 by

venice by anelephantcant

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shooting star

I remember a clear night in Venice
when I wished on a brief shooting star
all I ever asked was to be always with you
now I don’t even know where you are

I thought that you felt the same way
I didn’t believe that you could desert me
all I ever needed was to be always with you
I didn’t know how badly you’d hurt me

our romance was painfully turbulent
my heart was left battered and scarred
all I ever desired was to be always with you
I didn’t know love was so hard

I remember the last time I saw you
still hoping for a last moment reprieve
all I ever wanted was to be always with you
I didn’t know you didn’t want me to leave

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angels died

Posted on March 2, 2019 by

angels died by anelephantcant

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angels died

I thought we’d paint all heaven’s glory
created by Pablo’s insight
instead we redraw Vincent’s story
of that longest of bleak starless nights

I thought we’d write tales of great heroes
like Homer in those days far off
instead we scribble nothing too serious
deserving only of Steinbeck’s great wrath

I thought we’d soar wondrous in sunlight
multi-hued as love’s butterfly
instead we plummet like unstringed kite
unable to soar graceful on high

I thought we’d dance waltzes together
in music that Johann inspired
instead we stumble blindly forever
in the shadows where dark angels died

I thought we’d walk Mediterranean beaches
in laughter amidst drops of rain
instead we learn all life can teach us
about the heartache the loss and the pain

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