Song for a Distant Love

Will you let me love you from afar?
And will you let me live my life
As one who'll pledge, for your regard,
To ever soften in your gaze?
And offer days of laughter, when
And where we meet,
You'll link my arm and kiss my cheek;
My jealous lips, too shy to speak,
Will tell you tales and sing you songs
To make you smile,
And all the while my guarded words
Desire release.
They are not free, I am not free:
One love cannot another still,
No pledge should e'er be broken.
Must that deny the truth, distant love,
That though I'll never hold you close,
I'll ever hold you dear?
Must that deny a constant love
That longs to hold you ever close
But cannot hold you near?
 

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DRINK STUPID

Martini dragged me through the early hours,
A double gin and just one more
Sank me deeper in the night.
The Schubert strings were sad enough
To match the sorry state I'm in,
And all for feelings un-requite!
Ha!
She likes me well enough I know:
She'll share a meal, and share a laugh,
But when we're done, it's time to go,
All tender hopes are put to flight.

So much chat, so much drivel
Keep unsaid three simple words,
She must have thought me mad or tight.
I drove in circles, lost my way,
To keep her minutes more
A reach away, a touch away,
In my car, to bless my sight.
But I could never find a door
That opened would reveal my heart;
She quickly left me to my dreams,
A friendly peck to say goodnight
My only joy:
My only joy before the gin,
With grinning strength,
Drowned me deeper in my cups,
Sank me deeper in the night.

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Poetry's the Pits

Life's a bitch
Emotion's worse
And poetry's the pits.
It's full of thees
And full of thous
And never talks about the writs
Or those decrees
That finalize
But make no mention of the loot
To be divided
When you're parted:
Nisi and then Absolute.
No, poetry's
About the thrill,
The urge, the tears, the clamour;
It serves to aid
The charm of love
And emphasize the glamour.

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Sharing

 

They’re sharing a fag.

A cuddle, a kiss;

She’s on a break,

He’s never remiss:

His shift now over,

There’s work to be done

To keep his love loving,

And keep their love fun.

 

They work on the run

To scratch up a living,

So much to be done

Before their day’s over:

A cuddle, a kiss

To keep them awake,

Then a breathful of bliss

In sharing a fag.

 

© wilf jones 2014