Grab love with both hands For if love passes you Life will be a winter That dares not turn to spring. 
My English poems |  |
AloneLike a lonely wave,
I wonder back and forth in the channel of life,
Some of my days are blue, some are dark,
Most night I keep my candle alive with hope,But anticipation makes it glow like a lighthouse,
Will I end up crashing on a beach like the lonely wave, or,
Will I sail for Batu Ferringhi? Back to Poetry index AmbitionsWhat is the aim: perfection or ambitions?I ask you:
Should I settle for bliss or hold for dreams? Go on, give me your wisdom;
the benefit of your mistakes
as people of few or too many experiences: When the bet is "double or quit",
Do you say "done" or "you’re on"? Back to Poetry index BlueOut of the blue, I found you
like a poet finds its muse.When our eyes crossed, the clock stopped;
That moment;
I knew, I had been waiting for you. In the midst of space, your smile lit up your face;
That moment;
I knew, I would be crazy about you. Out of the blue, I spoke to you
Like a long lost friend. Out of the blue, I am falling in love with you. Back to Poetry index Blue Bell’s belleChuffing hell, been a miner for ever!
Down at the coal face, seen many faces, even your grace.
Always digging & singing me, whilst searching for a burning heart.Chuffing this and that, went up there to see what was what?
Down the mine, there was no sunshine; just ‘golley’ men singing my song.
Sunshine always the unexpected can be found in odd places... Chuffing for space and surrounded by noise,
I buried my life style for a chance to love:
The sunshine burning in her heart. Back to Poetry index BubblesBubbles of love rumble as I stumbled across your double;
In need of a summer shower to dampen my gullible nature.Lucid, all was left was to tackle my fears. So I went to make a bid for your love
Humbled by your smile, I felt disabled. Ready & able to gamble my freedom
I steadied my nerves and discussed the impossible: Us. Back to Poetry index Darkest nightDarkest nights when we fight.The scale is flying again, weighting your anger;
Your heart is heavy, my skin is cloudy.
Years of illness have lead to months of madness. I am lost, and lost for words:
I stand accused and abused, as
I could not find the words to appease you. Somewhere along the way it happened.
Everything appeared so normal.
I used to go home, now,
I drink to the brink to numb my senses.
From harmony we evolved to zany. I am lost, and lost for words:
I lay in pain with my spirit drained, as again
I could not find the words to appease you. You sleep by day so we can fight by night
Armed with grim reasons to justify your cruel intention.
Once I used to trust you, now I can trust you to be cruel. In a pact with the devil, you traded lost love for dreams of money.
I could not listen anymore.
It is over now, we got lost.
You have got your plans, I just plan to survive. Back to Poetry index Drenched in tearsAutumn drums its arrival in a festival of colours
As I wake full of optimism.Blinded by the last of the summer sun,
I read your letter oblivious to the demons hiding between the lines. Torn between your past and your hopes,
Your kisses were drenched in tears.
This fragile moment was our chance to change destiny. Autumn has drummed its arrival in a carnival of emotions.
As I fell asleep full of frustrations. I could not break into your world of silence.
The intimacy you fear was our chance to change destiny. Back to Poetry index FateFate has left me standing here for so long.Now that I found you my Princess,
Will you lead me to your door? [Love is a] Stepping-stone to fear and dreams. Going from none to tonnes,
Our lives are loaded with emotions. Love can be a lonely word. So step this way,
We have the right of way. Back to Poetry index Fair HellAngry as hell cos hell was her furyI gave to the forbidden
Cos fair had to be whole and never felt right. I have given to the forbidden
Cos fair was whole & never felt just. Back to Poetry index For FreeYou gave me life then set me free.
Gone the day where you were my world!
Best or pest, you took care of me;
From grunt to discontent, we explored your patience.You gave me life then set me free on that hot summer day.
Gone the day where we argue!
Like an old couple we learnt to accept what we became together.
Come rain or shine, our bond is love. I have been a son,
I have been a father.
With the life you gave me, I learnt to love for free too... Back to Poetry index Full OnRun on full on
Life’s been a long run stifled by trouble.All is not as it seems;
From the brink, I collected a few kinks.
A fool’s abuse has made me confused.
Torn between adventure and fixture
At least, I still hallucinate a vision of love. Run on full on
Life is too short to abort now. Every day as I rise before her first smile
Ready to dive in the pool of her eyes.
Waiting for her first kiss, I tremble
My mind a choir of desire tuned to her every move.
Our embraces will be a symphony tuned to the melody of our bodies. Run on full on,
Life is now ripe for peace. Her first kiss always a wish come true.
Feeling in bliss, I kissed her and said:
I have reason tempered by passion.
So show me, I need to know now.
As quiet as a mouse she whispered: Life and love is ours
So love me full on. Back to Poetry index GhostGod, give me the strength to endure the pain;
Hope, give me the opportunities;
Olympian of life, stage my future without further a do;
Salvation, deliver peace;
Tender love is what I crave but is so hard to find! Back to Poetry index HighwaySomewhere along the way it happened,
I left the highway of steady way:
Too many one nightstand in no woman land.Strolling through the park watching the lucky few,
My soul feels the emptiness;
Overcome by sadness.
I must have got lost, somewhere, along the way. Back to Poetry index Homage at Elizabeth Burrows BrowningGrab love with both hands
For if love passes you,
Life will be a winter
That dares not turn to spring. Back to Poetry index IsolationI wonder in the wilderness of our world
Alone in a crowd of thousands.Many akin spirits that dare not talk or share,
Lost souls that cannot see the rich golden fields [of opportunity around them],
Gather of rose buds without scent. Harvesting sorrows and convinced of their good fortune. Back to Poetry index Lost dreamOnce I found my soulmate,
Creative, stylish and passionate she is,
She gives love without fear.In her arms, I was waiting for the hour where I would be free. She made me see what I was:
Frighten, meager and shallow. I thought I was looking for beauty of the soul
But I soon realise that what I was looking for was also skin deep. Please forgive my err,
Please forgive me. Back to Poetry index Love-drome in TruevilleTonight, I write away my demons to make room for passion.
Safe in our love-drome, we shall roam our peaks of pleasure.
And when tiredness overcomes our embrace
we shall continue in our dreams.Today, I have put away my demons to show destiny the freeway.
Me and you won’t be taunted ‘til the next moon.
But we only have a few sleeps to reach Trueville
So if I were to sleep walk starring at shooting stars,
Hold me tight right against your heart. Tomorrow, all in a daydream
Me and you will find true-love in Trueville
When you and me have soothed my fears. Hear it from me!!!
Back to Poetry index My sentenceIn my secret hideaway, not even spiders have right of way.
The postman never calls; may be only the lost travelers?My sentence might be the silence, but What I have to protect is worth more than your interest
As your intrusions will never be in my best interest.
Precautions are an essential condition of my quality of life. My privacy is my sanity Lucky me to be able to stipulate the undesirables
In my secret hideaway. Back to Poetry index OctoberIn October, I discovered a Mongolian Flower.There she was concealed amongst the thousands.
Only the scent of a good omen led me to her. In her sunless playground by the sea, she blossoms.
Shades of fire reflecting in the snow. Embrace her multitude
But resist to take her home, my friend; Instead, give her the love she needs to thrive
And her pollen will fly by to touch your heart. Back to Poetry index Rant of a drunkIs it loneliness or is it boredom?
I don't need anybody - I just need love!
I can love myself but not like you could do it -
if you were really special.
Yesterday is already gone and the future is at my door
Freedoms to be true and truly be understood...Could you trust the "Rant of a drunk"? Back to Poetry index Real FearIn a world robed of hope,
Millions exists on dope.
When the richest bomb the poorest,
Fear humanity with nothing to loose.In a world robed of hope,
Have we all become out of reach?
When righteous politicians negate human rights with a creepy smile.
Fear the future, our freedom has none! Back to Poetry index RegretsOne love the less, one tear the more!
Two people alone, two broken heart!
Three drops of rain on our 2 faces and one desire.
Three tears on our face and a common regret. Back to Poetry index Rising Sun  I traveled half way across the world to forget
the sweet memories that used to mellow my mind and fire my passion.Those sweet memories of late night drinking wine, laced body and rising sun. I traveled in search of peace and my destiny
Like a swallow urged to leave all and fly toward the horizon. Crossing the Black Sea, I finally left behind all my dark days.
And in the end concluded, sour memories were your only legacy. Back to Poetry index SalvationWhen hope was gone, I sat alone
Looking like a sac of bone.
Too young to sit alone;
Too old not to know better.Feeling dark and deep, I could not sleep.
Our situation was desperation.
My only saviour was my behaviour.
Our salvation was separation. Full of intent my purpose was to become solvent.
Loaded and free, I upgraded to peace.
And even if the echo of her shadow still haunt me
Thankfully, we are now sailing in different ocean. Back to Poetry index SearchingAs we climbed, our love was in the palm of our hands.
Following this tortuous road, a road sign read: Danger ahead!Our minds busied following the upward path to bliss
We shared the passion and endure our self-inflected pain. A candle of hope in your hand watching your love in my palm
You found it hard to look ahead. Whilst my arm held you, you found some deserved peace.
Never fully reassured, we kept searching for our destiny. Back to Poetry index SixteenthOnce I said "I will love you till the 16th of never".You were the one when we were one
But now love stands for no one. So I stopped saying "I love you" on the 16th of November.
And the next day, I left taking only my love with me. Back to Poetry index So sad I feel so sad; if only I could cry?
At this crossroad, I only have memories.Far ahead feels so scary
Under the bedspread thinking about our history. I feel so sad; if only I could re-write our story?
What it could have been, should have been I feel so sad that our love has been. Back to Poetry index StayingI don’t know why you say: I love you
When I say: I want to leave you.Fair do: one day to the next…but…
I love you then I could not care less about leaving you. Why stay when leaving is so appealing?
Why leave when love is so rewarding? Back to Poetry index The GameDam shame, the dame has left the bridge.Just as I got used to her name
Our game was done. My claim to fame was in vain;
My hope in flame, I went back patrolling the bridge… Back to Poetry index Times FlyTime has passed, yet you still harass
Dropping notes and raiding my letter box.
The phone rings to say nothing?
Beset, where will you follow me next?Your observance is a nuisance
But I am not bothered by my pest. More’s the pity
When all is said and done. Back to Poetry index TrickleWoke up at dawn, ready for a new night:
In my mind, there is a river of trouble.The days are for doing,
The nights are for forgetting. When the last drop has been poured, the river faints to a trickle.
And whilst I am dead to the world, you may fleer at my words.
But dreaming akin to forgetting overlooks your sour words. Back to Poetry index We don’t talk anymoreOnce, I listened next to you,
And I wished all your words had been for me.
I wanted to be there but could not.One evening, I got to play in your field,
I was charmed and got too enthusiastic. Now, I realise I probably scared you away
And the grass is burning under my feet. Now there is only the silence of the cold morning brise
And the smoke prevents me from seeing
if it is dusk or dawn. Back to Poetry index WordsI write by night and mumble by day,
I unscrew my pen and my heart flows,
I move my lips and my soul rests on my lip like a wingless bird,
I move mountain with my pen and shatter dream with my words. Back to Poetry index Your lipsI long for those simple times,
when my only desire was your lips.Your friendly face against mine;
Smooth likes the petal of a rose
And perfectly shaped like your body;
Warm like a sunny day in May. I long for those simple times
when we kissed. Night birds kissing till 3 in the morning,
I felt free in your wings.
Drunk with passion, I was drowning with emotions.
Hours of felicity momentarily interrupted for breaths of fresh air
Those hours of bliss I still cherish with a wish
that your kisses had been eternal. I long for those simple times;
And if we should meet,
would you still let me rest at the temple of your lips? Back to Poetry index Your Smile I am on my way to discover your smile.
Like a missile gobbling the miles.Feeling all volatile & agile,
I stand there waiting to discover your smile. And there you are, staring at your mobile.
Like a fossile, un-prepared for worthwhile beauty,
I stumble across, to discover your smile. Feeling febrile, you feel my presence
And made me, discover your smile.
Mes poèmes Francais |  |
La passionL’amour perduL’anticipation et L’inquietudeL’importance de mourirDes baisersLa passionLes passionés vivent comme des ivres,
Ils construisent des chateaux de Tarot à bout de souffle
Et d'un seul mot leur rèves s'écroulent
Chaque carte a une histoire à raconter et promet l'avenir,Pour les rèveurs tout est possible
Mais pour les passionnés, rien d'impossible ! Back to Poetry index L’amour perduJ’ai aime comme un reveur
Mais j’ai perdu ma fleur
et je regrette les odeurs du plaisir.Maintenant l’orage est dans mon coeur et il ronfle,
Et mes larmes encercle mes paupieres qui gonfle. La vie n’est pas une repetition [generale],
Mais les rue sont deserte dans la capital. Je sais ce que j’avais et l’avenir est maigre
Ou sont toute les bonne femmes, ou se cache t’elle? Back to Poetry index L’anticipation et L’inquietudeLes premier rayons du soleil chauffe mon visage,
Mon coeur palpiltes enticipant l’avenir,
Mais l’air est encore froid et j’en extrapole des soucis. Back to Poetry index L’importance de mourirVivre est une crise,
De rire et de larme
Mourir est l’avenir
Mais quelle plaisir? Back to Poetry index Des baisersL'Amour m'a envoyé des baisers une fois de plus
Juste quand je commencais à espérer
Madame Réalité m'a rappelé ma vocation.L'Amour m'a envoyé des baisers une fois de plus
Tout semblait si heureux
les croissants étaient chauds, le café était fort
et d'un seul coup, le ciel est devenu noir. L'Amour m'a envoyé des baisers une fois de plus
J'ai besoin de personne, j'ai juste besoin d'etre aimé.
A poem someone once wrote about meIn the elements of time and space
a rush of wind will refresh
and bathe your sad face till it reflects the warm hue of soft roses
your body will quiver and breathe again and you will be whole.
Poems written by someone who wants to be "big"... Mist |  |
Beyond abrasive mist our time has passed,
We knew our love would never last.The words we spoke we knew weren't true.
The kiss you gave as cold as due
And as I looked through tainted glass
I saw you leave in haste. The love you gave did now come true,
You did not love,
I just loved you... Night WatcherBorn in blue I came to you.
My heart was cold, my hands were to.
And as I stepped into your light I felt the world so warm.Despite the hurt I felt
The smell of death the hurt of hell,
You gave me grace, you loved so well
I knew you'd calm my cold night;
Hell My hellThis fucked up world is just a skin
and to be quite frank it’s caving in.So now I sit and watch you decay
as you pray to god. Who is he, anyway?
This man you choose to help you lie. (when I die I will not cry, for god himself will guide me by). There is no heaven, there's just my hell.
Just try to escape I designed it well. So now Bill Gates, you will be proud.
I've created a virus in golden shroud.
Just like your shit, I will crash and burn. So come to me and now you'll learn.
My poison arrow has hit the middle
and Cupid's death's become a riddle. I did not kill, I killed for you.
Now sit and watch as I kill you. Nowt here's thus riddle of human design:
"To be or not to be"
To be is fine.
The ending now is guaranteed. I will stand and fight for what I believe
and if you don't then this is fine;
for it is more fun to be surprised. | 
