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Collected poems 2010
Published by Boddaert Books at Smashwords
Copyright 2010 Peter Barns
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These poems are a work of fiction. The names, characters and events portrayed are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
We began with the corners;
the smile, the words, the touch, the kiss,
filling the spaces between with straight edges,
made fun by the curves on opposite sides.
We picked from our jumble of experiences
the jigs we thought might fit,
learning together which bits matched,
those to throw away.
After completing our love-saw,
clicking the last emotion into place,
and no longer needing the guide,
we hugged and discarded the box.
LOVE ABOVE ALL ELSE
How high can I fly
Before I get burnt by your heat?
You cradle me in your warmth and safety
And I grow with each encounter.
Somewhere, hidden away, deep in my mind
Is a place reserved for you,
Where your fears will be held,
Your wishes be met with understanding
And your love be returned a thousand fold.
And as I look down
From the high place you've taken me,
I hold out my mind
Waiting for your hand.
'Neath blue shaded skies,
see a swirling white mind:
A straight stem, decked in violet,
with eyes raised to a higher sun.
Little butterfly of emotions
painting pictures on my mind;
fluttering around a flame of gold,
on tinted wings, tipped with honest colours.
Mind on mind, you pass my hiding place,
gathering your strength,
distorting my time.
The seconds I am with you,
the eons in between.
And as my mind flutters into your hot flame,
a moth drawn to a blinding light,
you whisper your wishes at me
and I can do nothing but be consumed.
Smokey thoughts cradle tentative emotions
That wend their way through the deepest reaches
And as I look inwards towards the deeps
I feel the strength of your mind.
Through your medium you bring life
Spread across a weaved world
Touched by the finest of hairs
Born with colours from your mind.
And as my life dries on your easel
Your interpretations reflect my truth
That I wandered sometimes lost
Until rescued and held in your mind.
MIND THE STEP
Catch me as I fall
Having tried to lasso
The sunset for you
Hold me in your perfect mind
As I wonder how
I've been picked by you
You smiled when I said 'ello
And I nodded and smiled back.
You raised your eyebrows when I sat next to you
And I sat with my hands in my lap.
You said, "Your a nob," laughing at my surprise
And I looked at the floor confused.
You said, "Come back tomorrow”
And I nodded as I left.
Then the miracle happened and I was reborn
You whispered in my ear, “Now you have a soul”
And I stood tall and proud.
You nodded at the transformation
And I sat quietly contemplating.
You gave me emotions to wear
And I wore them proudly.
You gave me my first kiss
And I fell in love.
Then the miracle happened and you said , “Yes.”
She came in the night
Her words carried on a soft sigh
That channelled my senses to new heights
And floated my soul across tossing waves
Whilst my heart stopped under her fingers
And I was born anew
My passing no longer certain
Did I catch a beautiful sunset
Or a passing cloud?
Did I look into the sun and was blinded
Or did the moon steal my gaze?
Or maybe I caught sight of you,
As you fluttered past on silken wings,
Trailing your hurts behind you;
Leaving me no choice
But to share your load.
It hurts now when we part.
I return to emptiness.
No more riding the currents,
Where I fly with you mind on mind.
A part of me you always share;
A part of you I dream I do.
Ripped as I am,
I can only shed my tears;
My blinded eyes turn towards heaven
And murmur, ‘Touch me lightly for
The pain I feel now is the pain of love.’
Every day you slide a little nearer.
Each breath, like a breeze in the night
Carries you nearer to here.
My mind tells me here, my heart there,
And I turn, confused,
Like a spinning top
That never quite settles
How can a world so big, so overwhelmingly vast,
Seem so small when you enter it?
Drawing me down to just a few small gestures,
Compressing my emotions so tightly,
That I turn, light hearted,
Like a newborn
That never knows sadness.
. . . THREE MILLION AND EIGHT . . .
How much do I love you?
Let me count the ways . . .
Best not hang around
This could take quite some time
Seems to me that I’m expanding
Seems to me that love is banding
Seems to me that chance is landing
Seems to me that time is standing
Seems one soft word sets me a’fire
Seems one soft word fills my desire
Seems one soft word lifts me much higher
Seems one soft word makes fate a liar
IT'S WET OUT AGAIN
and your tears run down
Touching them brings you back.
Damp patches on my fingertips,
cool receptacle of our love.
Your tears are salty
as I savour their memory.
Salty, soft and tentative.
This one, our wedding day;
your face is reflected in its shape,
framing your beauty from within.
Here, our child's first hurt.
You cried with her. I,
not being there, cried later.
The harsh taste of your mother's death;
as she gave up her struggle
and left you behind.
All things wiped away now
With the edge of a curtain.
WORLDS WITHIN WORLDS
Standing on the sand, I’m surrounded by you.
Your form evident around me
In the gentle undulations of the dunes.
Reflecting the curves of your breasts
And the sensual sweep of your thighs.
The moon carries memories of your milky skin
And the breeze, the warmth of your breath on my lips.
The sea spray, the tangy taste of your hotness
In the aftermath of our lovemaking.
Yet when I reach for you, you slip through my fingers
Like the rising smoke from the fire that warms me.
Tenuous and mystical,
It carries my dream towards the heavens.
And as my tears trace memories down my cheeks,
My soul cries for you, beneath the darkening clouds
Now, as the dawn slithers
Its red tentacles across the lightening sky,
And I wake with a softening hardness
Pressed against my thigh
I know, I’ve dreamt of you
Somewhere I hear the sweet sound
Of a flower opening
And as it turns towards the sun
Its brightness blinds me,
For from the shadows of the passing cloud
Your face smiles down upon me.
Such beauty is hard to face full on
But I must, because it is given
Freely and with truth.
Smiling softly I take this wonder,
Cradling in it trembling hands,
Hearing a soft sigh as I hold it to my lips,
Kissing it softly before
Allowing it to flutter away.
You walk tall through my mind
On lithe limbs made stronger
By a steely determination
And I look out into deep blue pools
That transcends mere sight
Taking me, as they do
On a flight into the unknown
How can it be that your strength
Has seeped into my soul
And now carries me along a bright path
Towards a greater understanding
Led, as I am, by your gentle touch
And sweet red lips, that whisper your love
And all the while my heart aches
For I know this is but a dream
And one day I must awake.
EXTREME EMISSIONS OF COHERENT LOVE
Love Love Love Love Love Love
I love you you love you
You love me love me love
Love Love Love Love Love Love
Do you know what?
You make me laff
And that's real love
I paint you red
You paint me blue
I paint you happy
You paint me sad
Then we reverse the painting
And begin again on the back
How is it we fit together so well?
You short, me tall
Yet spooned in bed, the same.
You the flower, me the bee
Buzzing through life's garden.
LOVE THE THINGS YOU SAY
Why do I love you so much?
I want to play ferrets
Why are you so naughty?
You make me laff
Why do you do that?
I didn't hear the alarm
Where's my morning coffee?
You forgot to wash my back
How much is in the bank?
You need a haircut
Is that a spot on your nose?
Can I squeeze it?
Why is the day so long?
The loneliness so complete?
The heart so sad?
The head so disconnected?
When you're not here.
Sometimes I feel so sad
Because I've said a wrong word
And killed the sparkle in your eyes.
Sometimes I feel so happy
Because I've said a right word
And brought a smile to your eyes.
But always I feel so lucky
As together - with no word
We speak the language of love.
COLOUR ME LOVE
See this piece:
The red one with the little spikes?
That goes here.
Now this piece:
The yellow one?
That goes there.
And this green one:
Slightly worn but still usable?
That'll span those two, see, like this.
Now this purple piece:
Have I misplaced it?
Oh well, never mind.
Use this one instead:
Golden like my passion.
A keystone for our love.
HERE YOU ARE
I'm an old dog
Who knows you're on your way
Not because he hears the car
Or because he smells your scent
I'm an old cat
Purring by the fire
Who knows any minute now
You'll open the gate
I'm an old lover
Who knows the brightness
That suddenly floods my eyes
Means you're back
KNOW WHAT I MEAN?
It’s a load of rubbish
Lettuce is lettuce
Just caterpillar food
Know what I mean?
I mean it ain’t a rose is it?
Or a great big bouquet?
It’s just a bloody lettuce
Know what I mean?
But you: well you?
You’re the moonlight
You’re the stars high in the night sky
Know what I mean?
No lettuce you.
If I could spray you on the wall
The graffiti guys would stare in awe.
WHY DO I LOVE YOU?
Because you turn your jumper inside out
when you’ve covered it in paint
Because you make me cups of tea
when I’m drilling holes through the wall
Because you understand
when I mess up and forget to collect you
Because the world spins a little faster
when you smile at me
The sugar in my tea
The egg ‘longside my bacon
The marmalade on my toast
The onions on my steak
The sizzle in my sausage
About the author:
Peter Barns live in the Highlands of Scotland.
Retired, he now spends his time writing and refurbishing houses.
Connect with me online:
Twitter: http: https://twitter.com/#!/peterbarns
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