the sky

blue Scottish sky by anelephantcant

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the sky

the poet loves to contemplate the sky
though most folk say it is over my head
I like to savour each drop as I gaze lazily up
unless of course I’m at home in my bed

le ciel over la Med is quite dreamlike
with the occasional wisp of a cloud way up there
floating gently as high as an elephant’s eye
or a balloon with no string and no care

in Scotland the sky is much darker
covered in low-hanging menacing cloud
the promise of snow brings some joy and some woe
and the future may be thunderously loud

darkness delivers an alternative vista
diamonds sparkling in silver moonlight
your scribe’s eyes keenly scan it seeking out the Red Planet
once again admiring Vincent’s Starry Night

but the blue Scottish sky in the springtime
has a gentle tranquillity all of its own
this old heart reminisces of childhood summers it misses
when days were long and the sun always shone

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dreamer

number 46 by anelephantcant

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dreamer

warm summer days mean naught to me
I don’t care for golden sunbeams
I prefer to dwell in moonlight
and to spend my life in dreams

I recall those nights from times long gone
seconds crawled and hours ran
I remember you were woman
and for fleeting moments I was man

so many fragments in my mind
they never cease I can’t begin
yet still I see the traces left
by your fingers on my skin

those days in number 46
when we struggled free from strife
enough to eat enough to love
the best days of my life

but all the joy you gave to me
I dragged blind through each bleak mile
and never more was I to see
your truth your soft vague smile

they strangely disappeared one day
near the brow of Briar Hill
a moment wide a moment bright
a decade of dark cruel chill

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no direction

in clouds by anelephantcant

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no direction

winter creeps in from the east
cap lardier lost in misty shrouds
the sky is wretched dark and grey
my spirit writhes in clouds

sun shines warmly in the south
forgetting pain and dismal cold
but in the darkness left behind
my soul is bleak and old

for she is far off to the west
across
the angry tortured sea
broad prairies cities mountains high
that’s where I yearn to be

so I seek solace in the north
my land of ice and sleet and snow
even ‘mong the bonnie lochs and glens
all love seems long ago

now I wander aimlessly
unaware of the direction
it doesn’t matter where I go
there’s no dream of resurrection

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regret

regret by phil burns

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regret

you smiled and turned your face to mine
my soul began to shiver
I knew that when our lips first touched
my life would change forever

when your sweet breath entangled me
like a song without a sound
a perfect harmony of love
my world stopped spinning round

when I looked into your moonlit eyes
and saw the love that shone
I knew that I’d keep holding on
till hope’s last drop had gone

because I always understood
you were far too good for me
but I had to try to live the dream
praying for eternity

if I could go back to that night
just before our lips first met
and quickly walk away from you
I’d have nothing to regret

but then I’d lose those memories
that I can’t bear to forget
so I’ll hold on to the heartbreak
and the tears and that regret

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holding

holding by anelephantcant

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holding

I am holding your hand and smiling
seeing your eyes shining up into mine
I see your lips curl into laughter
knowing that they taste sweeter than wine

I am holding you close to warm you
against wintry winds bitingly cold
no matter the weather I’ll be here
every day until we both grow old

I am holding your heart in my heart
keeping it safe from all of life’s pain
my love will protect you forever
any sadness will visit in vain

I am holding a memory in my mind
of sunshine and your dress of white cotton
when we danced to rock n roll music
but these songs are now long forgotten

you are holding my happiness in your hands
as time passes so little hope lingers
my whole world is starting to crumble
I watch sadly as it runs through your fingers

I am holding nothing

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beautiful blonde

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

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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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