I've Painted You.

I've, Painted You

In my mind, I've painted you, all the colours of the rainbow
All I need is close my eyes try to visualise your face
The shadows in my mind as I sketch your, contours again
My mood suddenly changes,
The letters I didn't write but should have
My pain consuming me as I try trance like
To see the river so blue.
That first time I saw you,
You and I much the same
Exchanging verses that you and I compose
The emotions so rare, a forgotten collagen of words
Hanging between us..Somewhere
Some unknown passage retreating, amongst us
Forgetting the sigh's
Infiltrating the love between us
When love lived in the wings,
As we flew over the river so blue
The river knows that, how I loved missed you
But my words like my dreams
Underneath those hills so green
And where the river flows, my blue Danube
Silently seating at the old abode
Where once lived love
Knocking quietly on that door the colour so red
Seeing you once more as I opened the door
Staring at you, wondering if there was such a thing,
As a god, looking back at me.
In my sleepless nights I write, new words a must
With a zeal that's in my heart
That I should love you
As you deserve to be loved.

By Connie James.

Lingering Shadows.

                Lingering Shadows

I'll gladly listen to your words whenever, you chose to extol
Your words your verses of poetry they're like a balm to me
The memories of childhood so very, far away
But those memories were good, in every which way
The magic of it all..
In accordance with the magic from, those days
The days of my youth when poetry verses were born for you for me
In between the distances,
The distances between me and you
Between the lane's the closed shops and the roads dusty so hot.
That bench the fallen leaves the colour of yellow so bright
Lingering shadows
Amongst the houses opened doors
Heavily in mist between the footpaths the trees
Hanging heavily so thickly, over lowlands over the rivers
The rail tracks.
Lighting those tracks thickly in fog, eerily like
Aimlessly I walk from street to street
Roaming free go where ever I want,
See whatever I, please.
Roaming free in expectancy, I stand listening,
To your words you verses of love of poetry
Speaking, whispering softly so softly so just, you can hear
Breathing each word each sound each little nuance,
Hanging mid-air as if still there..my mentor.
That saw in me, what others did not
In me, he believed..
Going from lane to lane street to street
By yellow house, I stopped outside the brown door
I knew so well, writing my words, my verses of poetry
Bellow that street lamp, where the light shone for me
Behind that brown door where love lived, once before
Standing there, watching you through your window pane
Searching through those papers where words,
Are, newly born.
Time and time again without refrain listening to you.
Are you the one!
Are you listening!
Are you?

By Connie James.
        

Spring Time

Spring Time

Before the shadows take hold
Of me of my mind of my heart
And the little whispers of spring
Like droplets of pain taking hold of my mind
My minds, broken somewhat
As I collect those letters pure of heart
The lessons I've learned
From the retreating of spring
Spring that I've left behind that time
When there was love in the regions of our minds
When spring sprang in between the road of old
The castle bell the wooden bridge
Where the river flows, so blue
In between the unheard lyrics
Sung or not by you
In my dreams,  I whispered
Here..
In ignorance taunting despairingly
Those winds crossing here everywhere
I find myself writing
Those words I've found here
In the silence of the night
That silent kiss
From the lips the unknown man that knew not
It Was Spring Time

By Connie James.

Winds Of Life.

Good Morning Darling!!
Minds In Turmoil After Last Night Talk
About Love And Such Like
My Minds Grapple Can Not With
The Words And Such
Especially, After The Words That I Write
Ambiguously
The Ambiguity Of  Those Words
That I Write Fictionally
It's Much Easier To Write Words Fictionally
My Imagination Running Wild.
With Thoughts On My Minds Unsatisfied.
But Voicing Such Words That I Know
You Want To Hear
The Reality Of Extolling
Such Words Personally, Not So Easy.
I Have, Had Not, Lacking In Experience.
I Know You Believe Not It's Not Possibly
I Hear You Say
That I've Only Had One Love
In My Life's Entirety
Words Come Not Easy, Even When I Want To Say
Kiss Me My Love Touch Me Touch Me!
Let Your Hands Whisper Over Me Slowly Softly
Making Me Feel Am Flying High
Like A Kite In The Sky
Soaring Way Above The Clouds
The Blue Firmament,
Like Your Eyes Darkest Blue In My Firmament
I Want To Feel Your Arms About Me
Hold Me Tight Caress Me
And I'd Do The Same For Thee..
I'd Love To Kiss Your Eyes Your Lips
And Extol What's In The Regions
In The Recesses Of My Mind
Within, The Depths The Very Core Of Me.
I Need Your, Words To Inflame My Mind
My Mind That Otherwise
Quietly Will go & die
This Morn Make love I Tried But
The Words Were Missing
Matters Not How Hard I Tried.
Your Words Weren't Coming.
I Was Crying Out For You,
Love Me Darling Won't You
Ohh..Darling Won't You!
The Frustration Was Such That
I Could Reach Not The Height's
As I Cried Out You Name Yet Again,
In My Minds Mind.
My Minds In A Fog Like
In The Extremity's, Waiting.
My Minds Crying Out Deflated.
That Balm That Quietens Down My Mind
Even When I Reach Not The Height's
Flying High Like That Condor Gliding
Effortlessly On The Thermal
Winds Of Life.

                       By Connie James...

Good Morning World.

     

   Feel Good 

Good Morning World 

Reporting From Dorset Way

It Seems It's Going To Be A good Day

The Suns Shining Lifting The Gossamer Lining From My Eyes

Leaving me Feeling The Love In My Heart 
That At Times Diminishes
When My Eyes Can See Not The Light From Within
The Darkness Surrounding One
Needing The Light Where My Soul Can Soar High Into Infinitum
That At Times Comes Crashing Down
Leaving Me Ambiguously.
Wanting Not To Go On Breathing..
But Today I've Got light In My Soul
And A Friend That Relieves My Mind From The Mire Of My Thoughts
Making Life's Worth living..
Today Am Smiling My Mind's Mine Once Again
Not Belonging To The Gremlins.
Today I Feel Good..

                   By Connie James smile emotic

Paradise Island.

Paradise Island

Pretty soon I'll be saying good by to my paradise island in the sun
Where God's cast a spell leaving me mesmerized by its beauty.
Will have to leave laughter behind, with the ones that I love
For the last two weeks have not done much
But laugh and laugh until our jaws our sides hurts..
The euphoria within I can not abide
To leave those that are blood of my blood
With silent tears flowing on my last day on my paradise island in the sun
We have been everywhere the old boy sister and I her hubby to
We've been up steep hills mountains highs
Until our legs carry us can not anymore
The pain in our pins is such that we can walk not, no more
But the laughter within us
The sense of the ridiculous is such
That we laugh & laugh as if a tomorrow there wouldn't be
Dear sis birthday three days past such fun it was
Little brother too, we couldn't let it pass
Without celebrating his too
Surprising him at his workplace with champers
And birthday cake walking in singing a happy birthday to you....
He standing there emotionally we could see tears in his eyes but flowing not
He loved it, his just as emotional as the rest of us.
But the day after tomorrow will be flying away
From my paradise island in the sun
Where the sun shines and the wine flows
And the beautiful little cakes that made me put on a pound or two
Irresistible they are so moreish too, that one can not pass
Without buying half a dozen or so.
Leaving behind the ponchas, the fire water the brandy
That has been such fun experiencing once again
The bounty that surrounds one the flowers the fruits unrecognized by many..
Me, and the blood of my blood,
Like my lovely niece and her family
My handsome nephew such a sight to see
And his beautiful love sitting beside he..
Indeed my paradise island in the sun
Where the mountains peek beyond the clouds
Like a veil descending low,
The waterfalls as we run through
The wonderful panoramas before one's eyes
My Madeira, my paradise island in the sun.

                             By Connie James.
B

Insensitiveness

Insensitiveness

Apologies dear friend for extolling what's in one's mind.
This mind that at times, knows not when to quit.
Running riot most times, that what's in the forefront of her mind
Good or not, extolling banal words without thinking
This Obtuseness in her that she spoils everything
Of those that befriend her, with questions after questions?
One's mind in turmoil trained has not in containing one's thoughts
Keeping them under control, to herself.
Grow up one must,  taking responsibility for one's acts
But the ambiguity in her minds, mind, running riot all the times
With thoughts unbecoming,
This upfront beggar inside of her will be the ruination of her
All the things that she says thinking, not obsessively
Must be a bad sort, when extolling certain thoughts
Much too late for tears, but her hearts weeping.
The stupidity of this being, that knows not when to quit.
So my friend you better keep your running boots on
At all times, you'll never know when you'll need it
To take to your heal's and run. Again
A she-devil, she must be those thoughts she can contain not
Running through her mind, such fun she was having
In her defence must say, this uncontrollable being that's her
Maybe sympathy she deserves not when her mind runs riot.
As tears flows openly...
You need not her insensitivity in your life
Better stick to comments made happily
Where it started.
Soul in turmoil she is, otherwise, how should she behave
As she's been behaving, like never.
A screw loose she must have or not as she ramrods without thinking.
A little badness in her life was missing
How otherwise would she go foraging in conversation
With those, she knows not..not really
Of conversation, she was starved in her life from those that are near.
The friend virtually she knows not, how could she ask such a question.
Control she can not what comes pouring from her thoughts
Cause she's not the boss, of that being living within her.
Apologies she asks, from the friend
For her insensitiveness

                         By Connie James

Something Else To Say..

Something else to say,
As I stand here looking at you
I can believe not that you, my love...
With your burnt lips, I can resist not.
I have been so far, far from you
To glance to look into your eyes, say I love you
Your hair floating in the breeze in midair
Curling around, your eyes just a little
I've missed you and your eyes
When the light settles on your dark, dark eyes
The colour of midnight, like shadows in silhouette
I stand looking, mesmerised into your eyes in, disguise
Whistling that tune, I know so well,
I miss you don't you know! My love.
But you, care not if I exist or not
You'll never know if my heart is breaking
Whether he misses me or not.
My eyes cry's for you, my love, the friend,
That roams through his charming city
Whether he'll remember or not
Am waiting here for He
With pen in hand chewing on
I know not what to say
Except am thinking of He,
But it matters not what I think
His, gone away from me saying not,
Anything.
The sun shines so brightly,
The colours of gold so deep
Gold, like the colour of his hair,
Wisps flying everywhere in the wind.
Looking out of my small window
Thinking of you
Seeing you in the eyes of my mind,
Sitting mesmerised in a trance-like
I find myself like the Poet in,
A journey
On the last train at midnight
So many, faces so many words
It's so good to see you once again.
With all the love in my heart
How can we be apart,
Share not what's in my heart.
With those letters, I've posted not
Now it's up to you
But with the faded ink I can still capture
Those moments that you and I
Those wonderful moments
I've loved you...

                    By Connie James

Reason For Living.

Reason For Living.

How did we come to be here, at this precise moment
In times where our minds so full of the other so involved,
My mind refraining can stop not, from thinking or not
As you empathise when I am, full of woe's, in minds mind
The tribulation in my mind, my past life, forget I can not
But they won't listen not, the infernal cacophony's in one's mind
The ambiguity..the obsessiveness within's.  too much,
One can not abide, But the gladness within one's mind
Taking time, to listen to my woe's, reliving the tribulation within.
The easiness between us is such, that when I speak my mind
 I hold not back, speaking my mind, judging me not
Whether I should have said this or not...you do me good.
To quieten down this brain of mine, most times turmoil within
Reaching a point that I believe can sustain not emphatically.
But suffice to say the impetuous of my being, saying what I should not!
But my mind will desist not, from what I feel within my heart.
Or Is it just your kindness, when my soul's in turmoil
Trying to relive making light of it, reaching a point where,
Of you I can not do without, your words like a balm quietening
Calming my mind my soul, from within
Cooling the fires in this mind of mine, that at times
That at times growing obsessively
Growing wild, like a primitive forest, wild so wild.
Behind that waterfall of life,
Standing behind those gossamer curtains, crystal-like.
In this said waterfall where love was born,
Feeling the love within,
As you kiss my eyes my lips the euphoria within me
Reaching to kiss your lips, you smile the wanting in me!
My mind working overtime, how to reach the height's
This need! within, looking at me with those blue, blue eyes
So cool like my blue sky's, the cool waters behind, the waterfall
Reaching as if life has no meaning, as I kiss your eyes your lips
The hunger from within the sigh's, your hands whispering over me
With that touch that only he, can make me feel this, wanting.
Your hands whispering softly so softly
Doing things to my mind, a restless mind the wantonness.
I believe can not, this feeling this neediness to make love or not
Sufficing to say indeed listening to reason not... I'll not reason
Reaching a point such as this, the temptation is such
To go with the flow or not, my mind has no reasoning.
Where minds can reason not, with these primitive thoughts
Good for my soul he is, lifting my spirits from the mire
Of my thoughts, reliving my troubled soul my mind.
But a lid I must keep on..my mind,
The impetuousness of my being, good may not be for me.
But good for my soul he is, he relieves the pain within.
When my minds in turmoil, all I need to do is call..
The cool waters within him, making life worth living
Listening to his wisdom,
But a lid I must keep on, on these feeling of mine!
Or riot they'll run, causing destruction,
Turbulence in one's mind.
The reason for living.
   
                                By Connie James.

Scented

    

               Scented

In a scented bath, I bathe in readiness for you.                             
Body, mind relaxed soaking the stresses of my day
Lying soaking my form glistening like gold
I feel your hands slowly whispering over me
In my minds eye, I see you, reaching, reaching up to me
Your hands whispering incandescently over me.
AS I soak in those scented waters, thinking of you..
I've scattered petals as you use to do
Their scent heavenly, those roses you sent to me,
They were deep, as the colour of the blood
That runs through your veins.
So dark so true..those roses like you, unbelievable!
Such roses as these were rare like a dream.
In the softest twilight light, those lanterns on the streets,
The night such a sight, the misty morn dew I stepped upon
Enveloping me in your arms,
Hugging me tight like in a vice.
But the ambiguity in you, dared not look at me.
You present me with most unusual, delicious sweets.
That I have not the name for nor eaten before..
He brought his cupped hands before me, on his palms displaying,
The most delicious sweet'ings.
They were offered with love in his eyes..
As he carried his hands cupped thus, towards me..
Trying one Ahh.. heavenly..
It tasted like nothing I've tasted before, or ever will
Looking into his eyes I smiled thanking him,
The sweet music in my mind is somewhat discerning to me,
I know not it's tune.
But my mind is certain in a distance far, in the younger days of my life,
When the love in my life, the sounds being played,
In the distant epicness of my days,
Of those days when there was music in my soul
When love lived in my heart!!..
But in the glowing moonlight that night, I stood before He,
It was way beyond midnight, as I offered my lips to Him
Whispering Merci:
As I drank from his lips the fountain of youth the spring where I was born..
The dawning of dawn, yawning tiredly without sleep, 
Before he went I engraved his name.. in the deepness of my mind  
His Smile, that smile I'll remember, still remembering that smile infectiously 
Can not help it..I've searched  him high and low 
The boy nowhere to be seen.
But I should have known by now.
The hope of seeing him, again diminishing 
Under the scorching sun, I've walked under, the winds the rain
The morning, dew, soaked through with the rain, 
I've knocked, in every door of this land.
Without finding you, not my love..
Saddened by memories that I hold, memories as I enfold you in my arms..
That kiss the love between us so deep..
The frozen years the yearning, 
The dreams we had.
Am I that poet that writes and writes again,
As I knock yet again on that door of that house, that window.
Just to glance into your eyes your lips..
"That Kiss"                                                                                      

                                   By Connie James. 

Easter Sunday

Good Morning My Friends Have a Good Day

Easter Sunday

Today's Easter Sunday, hey everyone have a good day
But don't forget to remember, the meaning of this day
That's when Jesus came back to life and ascended to heaven
He was treated awfully bad, they tormented him and abused him
Finally, they gave him a crown of thorns, then they crucified him
There's always been badness, in this world there'll always be
Even one of his friends sold him for thirty pieces of silver
They put a cross upon his back, then made him carry it to mount of olives
Where he was to be Crucified, by the say of Pontious Pilot
As they put him on the cross and nailed his hands down
Then they grabbed his legs and nailed his feet down
As they erected his cross, he was in immense pain
And just before he died, he asks his father to forgive them
For they know not what their, doing they stuck a lance in his chest
Just to make sure he was dead. Tomorrow's  Easter Sunday
That's when the resurrection will be, as he ascended to heaven
Corpus Christi...Sanguis Christi... Anima Christi...Domini Christi...


                                       By Connie James