Late April

Form: Epistle Oh sweet I need nothing more than you to make my world complete and I wait in this emptiness until that

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Living in Hell

Form: Free Verse No warning, just attack my senses. Anger and rage

Terracotta

Form: Free Verse Sir, can it be that your living flesh so ruggedly defined like the chiselled marble statue of David in the V&A

Kisses of Seduction

Form: Free Verse In those eyes of innocence I saw your supplication as a graceful goddess offering her hand and I see your face in all the beauty of love

Take It to the Bridge

Form: Epistle Hello, my sweet distraction of love and how you distract me as my mind searches for words and all my thoughts lead to you

The Artist

Form: Free Verse The feelings are mine in a stroke of a brush a thousand words hidden in fine lines an image that says nothing in its stillness yet reveals everything in its silence where graphite marks paper there is only truth and my muse stands still whilst my hand follows my eye from his … Continue reading The Artist

Your Choice

Form: Free Verse I can’t take the power it is not mine to take yet it is my desire to possess it when you choose to give it

The Standing Stone

The stone stands alone it seems against all weather and wane. No one to share the vicious rain. No shelter from wind or snow. Storms come and go, the stone remains, a little battered but tall and proud. The kiss of sunlight warms through, easing the cold dampness away. The love of the moon lights … Continue reading The Standing Stone

Within the Storm

Waking up from the wonder beyond dreams and I step out into the beautiful world the burn of sunshine on my shoulder and like the vagrant cloud crossing the blue sky I seek the gathering of the storm craving the touch of rain on my shoulder to cool the heat on my skin releasing the … Continue reading Within the Storm

Good Morning

Voices that sing in perfect harmony as sweet as any heavenly choir and the light so golden it is as pure as any wedding band while a blade of grass dances with the elegance of a ballerina and so shall my spirit greet a new day to sing with the birds as they chorus and … Continue reading Good Morning

Night Shift

Wide awake beneath a black ink sky only thoughts for company sharing bittersweet sips of coffee feeding the words in spiralling strokes on the page thriving in the creative pool oxymorons play with juxtapositions conflicting ideas united in device and the pen throws in a delicate pause whispered in the night as the synonyms and … Continue reading Night Shift

The Waiting

The virtues of patience are wearing thin when the hands of time stand still after years of waiting so long in anticipation and yet now that I know the time is near I feel it is out of reach that patience running so thin it’s almost out with the mockery of time all doubts have … Continue reading The Waiting

Autumn’s Song

The sweet perfection of nature held within an acorn’s dark shiny shell marking the end of seasons with the promise of rebirth in the harvest a gathering of sustenance survival and new life gathered in the bread of hope the future of destiny in the circle that never ends © JG Farmer 2017 Form: Free … Continue reading Autumn’s Song

Atrophy

Within pleasure the essence of pain stirs an awakening the knowing love will hurt too much but I want you so, I endure the pain as it plunders my senses until I want so much and I can’t instead my thoughts drift to a different dimension an out of body transition so, I can fulfil … Continue reading Atrophy

Grey

The nights alone as I lay thinking of you as I lay in the cool darkness the images of memory cascade through my mind through my spine through my heart my eyes obsessed by the beauty revealed in a lover’s kiss that delves into the senses without physical touch into the emptiness that feels no … Continue reading Grey

Do You Really?

You tell me you understand but do you do you really? Do you know what it’s like to be stared at by eyes wondering ‘is that a boy or a girl?’ That!!! I am not a that I am me a person with feelings feelings that burn when they dehumanize me with that you think … Continue reading Do You Really?