O Flower of Paradise..

Whispering sweet nothings as am unyielding on to you.
A mind that's in a fog a brain that will think not
A body that refuses to yield.
O flower of paradise so sweet so true
I can scent the perfume of you,
But my mind refuses to see not,
Whilst my senses playing havoc with the nearness of you.
The air's so full, the music intoxicating
And my brain lull's to the sounds so sweet as you whisper on to me.
O flower of Paradise gives's on to me!
In my breast, a heart beats to the sound of your beating heart.
As I count the beats my breath stops.
What are you doing to me
O flower of Paradise O love of my life discerningly so
Moments like these are so rare, your yellow petals so full of dew.
Your scent's so heady, as I inhale the scent of you.
My burning mind refuses to be lulled sufficing or not the passion!
The darkness of the night the moonlit light suffices,
Of wine, we need not, simply our hands eyes lips!
Exploring, the sighs.    

Solitary Sound

The Midnight came with the beautiful solitary sound of a lone flute.
As the moon shyly appeared on the velvety blue firmament.
With a promise of cumulus clouds, but I so love clouds.
The leaves on the trees dancing in the breeze as soft as the touch of he.
Glancing here about's as if in a fairyland's we'll be.
Forever framed in a dream.
A dream of peace of understanding a dream of love.
Moments like these are rare, rare indeed
Like precious elements grains of sand,
Like a momentous explosion fusing together, like an infusion of love.
The rhythm set by nature is all that's needed day and night, night and day
But we're always in a rush..no time to stand and stare.
Running running around like demented soulless beings.
Please stand still for I am looking at you, no one listens no one hears.
No one understands the meaning of those undecipherable words, and so the journey goes on.
For we are on a journey, of a journey of discovery.
As the train pulls away sounding its whistle, letting them know we're on our way
Faces familiar faces some unknown
Some unfamiliar faces telling their own stories
And some in muted silence..
The magic journey going through darkness and light
Through different time zones as it arrives, to a sudden halt,
To the loneliness place on earth, that station was..
But I am no one special..yet am someone..
Must be somewhere nowhere in search of a different meaning of life and love..
As the train came to a sudden halt, that's precisely how it started again..
Suddenly we got moving again.
Without any warning, the sky's opened its floodgates,
An almighty clap of thunder fork lightning shook the whole earth
As if it's tumbling on its own axis..
Particles fragmentations of a primitive naked earth.
In its ageless light the moon and stars above.
There's always a meaning to unanswered questions being written someplace somewhere
Like the words of Tagore, this is the first of many,
When a new soul is being born..
Who are you they asked, no answer came..
 As the years passed on the last day of the last sun..still asking the question
Who are you?
There was no answer.
There never would be..                

Blue Waters..

In the blue waters of all time,
I've pictured you in my mind, most times
Being kissed by the light of the rising sun,
Before my eyes mesmerised, the beauty unfurling before my eyes

Extended arms high in, supplication worshipping the sun
Its golden light shining on me, mesmerising me
My eyes shut my lips my hand thus
As if in prayer facing the dawns magnificent rising of the sun.

Standing alone on the shoreline, hugging myself from the cold
Head held high closed eyes, facing that eminence sight.
Before my eyes wishing for He to be there, besides me
That someone to smile upon me.

As we walk amongst the cloud's the hazy moon,
With the stars high above.
Between the city wall's I walk alone..
In the light of the moon,

I sit alone with my words silently
Whispering in the night words that's alright.
To whisper to you alone..
In my fantasy the lostness, within.

I at times search onwards for the vision.
Of the shadows that hang,s up above within the light
The darkness that I can not abide darkness, between the light.
Travelling once again by the rail tracks..

On the horizon far I stand and smile all the while..
Believing am the one that someone.
That see's he in the eyes of my mind..
That imaginary shadow differentiating most times.

Like a book opened some pages missing out
By the light of the golden hour the candle light
I stand there mesmerised with he waiting for me
Sitting writing my words my very first words of poetry.            

       By Connie James. 

My Dream ..

He makes me feel good in every way
That's what I told her..When she asked about you
I never knew it would happen, to me
For I was not in the least interested in he.
A cheeky beggar I thought he, in every way.
But he persistently, wouldn't give up every chance
Where did you spring from says I
From a land far far from you across the oceans so true.
Asking what do you want with me
He sneeringly laughed and said I like the look of you
I couldn't imagine where he seen me
For I certainly knew not he.
But with time, we chatted on
As we became more involved
His language was such his questioning intense
He simply wanted to know everything about, me!
I can not believe you've asked that of me
When I last made, love you see...
Cheeky, beggar says I how could you ask that of me!
But the way he used his language exciting me somewhat
I knew not what he meant at times.
Do I have to explain it to you, says he
And I began to feel more excitedly.
No one's ever spoken that way to me
Might as well been, a virgin I understood not he.
Then one day he caught up alone with me
And persistently chatting incessantly.
His words penetrating my mind
He's words playing havoc with my senses
Playing a game with me.
And I excitedly played along with he
Let's do it he said insistently
His words flowing over me I can believe not what he said to me.
The fire in my brain inflaming me, so I played along with he
It reached a point I was high as a kite
The fire building in my blood spilling out
His sweet nothings much to be desired, I was playing with fire
Under my skin was he I could wait not to see where it would take me!
Good at this game I was not, saying this much to him
Experienced I was not when it came down to it
Although I liked the games he played, saying this much to him!
Then everything went wrong
As my friend searched he, wanting him not for, me
Saying I had my poetry, that I didn't need he!
She put the spokes on us to see if he..how good he was.
Questioning me about she, was he.
I could believe not how interested he was in her
Whilst he protested putting the onus on me
About my possessiveness.
But in my ambiguity, I could believe not he
But my mind was full of him in my waking hours my dreams
I dreamed that he was making love to me
The dream was such the experience so real.
Fighting him, I wanted not his words burning like fire
My senses my mind my mind allowing me to make love to he
His words burning a hole in my mind insistently.
Grasping with my senses for sanity
Wrapping myself around he incandescently so.
My mind in shock I can believe not as he enters me
Sending shivers through me my mind in ecstasy
Crying out your name time and time again
Oh darling, love me love me...

                                    Connie James.

Words You Owe Me

Words I owe you my life my freedom my sleepless nights
And you owe my dreams as I whisper in the night
Underneath the stars fallen as I make a wish
Following that falling star gliding across my firmament
Extinguishing puff, right there before my eyes
Wishing on that star falling across my sky's
The face I see in the mirror don't think it's me
It's the face of a stranger staring back at me
Those shadows beneath my door
Why should they there be?
O shadows depart from my door for you have no business there
Walking across the visions in my mind, have been blind
After mile upon mile just to see you, smile casting my gaze upon you
With the touches between us, the distances that separate you, and I
It's like a rebirth of dreams soft so softly as I whisper tenderly
Those words those letters that I owe you in its entirety
Words you..owe me my vision my lucidity my poetry
Mais Je ne veux pas le melancolie..

                 By Connie James

Some People.

Some of us seems to attract lonely people
Those that'll have lost themselves there's no purpose of living
existing not here there or anywhere simply existing within
There mind their souls wearisome their minds weary
Caring not what others think
Whether it's a fable or not most probably is
That at the point of midnight the waves he must ride
Now drunkenly, he stands on tiptoe waving about like dancing
As his being hit once again by the force of the oceans
Knocking him of his feet reminding me of the character in the Garcia Marquez
But he was not a figment of my imagination he exists
But in the midnight hour he bobbed up and down
As I stood there watching him..
Why does this only happen to me!
Maybe in searching characters know not.
Then he looking my way saying I've had it my lad I've had it.
Worry not over me!
Oh, I  think not.
Are you a midnight phantom are you real.
Who would you be!
Call me a stranger might as well
I think I like you stranger
Then another wave knocks him off his feet
Drunkenly saying now I love myself I like being me
As he tries propping himself up yet again
A whispering wind blowing through lifting he's long so long
Over a distinguished face cool, cool winds
The moon at half light casting him in silhouette
Must say he was beautiful so handsome.
Where's your home?
Home he repeats stupefied.
That's a word that's a word I quite forgot.
You're, staying here about's?
Am fine really!
Really are you.
Yes, am happy.
Another wave comes suddenly hitting him he falling within.
Helping him yet again leading him to where he's staying
Rudy's shack say's he as we're approaching he hugs and kisses me
Thanking me for my kindness,
Just one thing..Yes!
If you ever find the way home let me know.
Sure, I promise.
Walking away coming back to the shore
Searching maybe.
What he really meant by his words.