When I Have Fears I May Cease to Be

When I have fears that I may cease to be Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain, Before high-pilèd books, in charactery, Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain; When I behold, upon the night’s starred face, Huge cloudy symbols of a high romance, And think that I may never live to trace … Continue reading When I Have Fears I May Cease to Be

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A Closed Door

The silent tears that nobody saw cry As deep within a soul just wished to die Unspoken the words that voiced so much pain Of a heart broken again and again Self-loathing thoughts can never be said When no feelings remain to be confessed How can the hidden truth ever be expressed When the heart … Continue reading A Closed Door

I Am!

I am—yet what I am none cares or knows; My friends forsake me like a memory lost: I am the self-consumer of my woes— They rise and vanish in oblivious host, Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed Into the nothingness of scorn and noise, Into the … Continue reading I Am!

Yin to my Yang

In the heat of the moment I want to explore your femininity discover the essence of your being while savouring what makes you a woman the woman who brings out the man in me the woman who drives me insane nurturing my masculinity until all I want is you naked beneath me as we make … Continue reading Yin to my Yang

Death of Love

Once more ice dances amid the flames its coldness the only retreat from the burning passion that sears desire in confusion heart and mind out of line as fiery heat melt a heart of ice and the passion dies © JG Farmer 2017 Form: Free Verse

Abandonment

My senses are aware of everything. The coolness of the air from the open window, the involuntary shiver on your lip as we kiss and I see that erotic glimmer in your eyes before your lashes close. That glimmer that drives me to the brink of sanity night after night as it pulls my desire … Continue reading Abandonment

Friday Fix

The sunset is fading into the darkness of night. The streets are silent as the clubbers are clubbing and the stay-at-homes are sat in front of the latest instalment of some reality show. It is Friday night and for the first time since the previous week he feels the need to go out. With the … Continue reading Friday Fix

Watching the Sea

While sitting on the shore I watched the sea, My heart was seeking the answers of life, I saw the waves, cascading white horses Released to run towards the pebbled shore Each pushing further in towards the land And washing sun-baked stones until they shone. While sitting on the shore I watched the sea, My … Continue reading Watching the Sea

Mister, Please

I know for many trans people being misgendered is a common and daily occurrence. I have been relatively lucky then, in that it is a rare thing for me to be misgendered and addressed as a woman. To be honest I was more likely to be misgendered before I started transition as I looked like … Continue reading Mister, Please

Waiting for Love

Oh love seems lonely on the internet These lines I pen say much but nothing yet For words can never say the way I feel Too shy my heart shall know only regret Through screens comes another tender appeal Another layer discarded reveals The hunger of the love I hold for you A passion felt … Continue reading Waiting for Love

The Bird Flies

  We stand in line, waiting our turn as one By one we reach the ticket office door And the rain pours down where there once was sun The brollies open like never before For the show will go on no matter what They all want to see a diva perform For the last time … Continue reading The Bird Flies

Dychwelyd y Gwanwyn

The winter’s reign is receding Just remnants in spring’s succession Seasons turning and mischief misleading The merriment in perennial progression Pastel blushes as trees are blossoming Behold the beauty, sweet and sensual Senses echo with passions promising Spiritual pairing within a Pagan’s Pentacle   © JG Farmer 2017 Form: Droighneach

Fishing with Sam

From behind a dark cloud the moon glimpses a bright spark to light the night while the bats fly out to feed rising and falling across the path and I look out into the intimacy of the sweet darkness catching your shadow playing guitar by the fire your voice singing that song breaking the silence … Continue reading Fishing with Sam