Dreams May Come True

Dreams may come true if you want to
It depends on you
The storming that night taking us by surprise
Soaked you were, the rain lashing through
Cascading beating down on you                                                                          
Your hair floating in the breeze soaking you.
You were wet through from top to toe
Like a painting in the rain streaming down your face
As you came and took my hands
Saying my dream came true
In the traffic seeing you standing there so wet so blue
The paper stands floating high in the sky's
The rain beating down on you
Shivering you were, as I came by taking hold of you..
Hugging you, keeping you warm
Uttering phrases of love
In the Paris streets so cold, I stand
Church bells ringing how I love that sound!
Taking me back to my childhood
From morning till night peeling bells
Remembering those sounds.
In the warmth of the sun looking at me
The Notre Dame I meander through,
Looking, where were you,
Sitting mesmerised by the Seine..
Listening to the violins playing
As they softly whispered caressing violins
The mesmerising ambience in the latin stare's
You can not refrain from whispering there
Mais c'est la vie, raining in Paris.
But as the rain falls, the Seine extols languidly
Whispering shivering touchingly, as I stroll by
Touching the rain nakedly..
Naked truth
You coming smilingly to me
Taking your hands in mine uttering
Dreams do come true!
Finding myself in this city of old
Paris in my dreams dream, I dared to dream,
Looking towards the Seine
Floating majestically down to the sea.
In my mind you are, everywhere I go,
Forgotten not by me, your mine utterly mine
In between the years gone by the illusion
That you and I..That magic's in the air
The streets of Paris the roads to Baudelaire
Apollinaire..Whispering softly hasta la vista
Pablo Neruda verses of poetry
Beneath my blue skies I whisper yet again
Without refrain, being kissed by the rain
As of an evening drawing in
Is it love!  Is it you?

By Connie James.

Et Tu My Heart.!

         Et Tu My Heart 
 
It's a beautiful day there's brightness in my skies
  Is enough to light my spirits sky high, you'd think..
  But the constriction in my heart won't let me
  Open my eyes, cause it's raining in my heart
  For a start, I know not why taking this hold
  Tears cascading like a streaming brook
  In my mind like a story in my book,
  Letting me not seeing beyond the horizon far
  Whilst my mind regressing not or moving forward
  But the brightness in my skies you can not disguise
  The emptiness within, my soul.
  I wonder why my eyes do cry I want not living with it
  Must do somewhat to relieve my mind
  To stop these tears flowing from within.
  I know not why!
  It takes this hold of my mind my soul
  Whenever one looks you can see not the turmoil
  The turbulence within me
  But the ambiguity in my mind listens not
  To the pain in my heart
  Whenever I start thinking of him.
  My skies are blue, just like his eyes so true
  Sparkling little blue diamonds when he laughs
  But the ambivalence in me sees not he's heart
  When I start feeling with my heart..
  My mind in the clouds, in extremis
  Like this I want to feel not, it hurts too much
  Whilst my tears like a river flows stopping can not
  To halt the flow..once the flood gates overflowing
  But my skies are bright the sun's warm the birds are singing
  But I feel not singing in my heart, darkness within
  But the lightness outside, reaching not my heart
  Heaviness setting deeply within me.
  But it's bright outside I should feel not
  Sadness in my heart..                                                                                                                                 Sadness within. 
  Et Tu My heart.!

                           By Connie James.

Let It Be He

To your story, I'll listen if you let me
My eyes are so full of thee
From the moment you've landed,
That endless journey,
Setting down walking towards me.
But in my dream of dreams I close my eyes
You came, from afar, the distance endlessly...
Looking at me with love in your eyes,
Looking at you, I knew I had found you.
Your face in the evening light, setting in your eyes
Through the fallen leaves the flowers
A canopy of white above us
Petals forming a carpet of colour,
With the yellow the reds and greens
There's a different, feel in the air floating above
That day upon the hills
Spring was in the air,
Coming down towards me
Magic abounds in the early morning Spring.
With my words, intact my dreams I could see
In your eyes, the face of a different man
The turmoil the constriction in my heart
That at last I could see you
A face I've built within my mind
A face hidden from my eyes
A face mysteriously, passing by,
With all the intent of a woman praying let it be He
Please let it be HE.
By the bridge, I've waited beneath that canopy
The evenings drawing in
Extolling my verses of poetry that lived within me.
My city of lost dreams
I would love you to come
But in my heart, the dream of my dreams
I knew,
I'd never hear you extolling such words
Those words I needed to hear.
To touch you to hold you close so close
To kiss to touch your lips, just so
As you lie carelessly amongst the grassy dew looking at you.
I'd love to be that dew kissing you
Walking along the green river, it's depths so deep
Listening to the church bells pealing
My, eyes shut imagining was it a dream!
You made me love again
Remembering that story of old
My story and yours
I would recount for those that would listen,
Sitting beside me, a curious story would be.
The warmth I feel for you
Like the warmth of the falling rain
Upon you upon me
It matters not if am French nor if you're the only boy
I can see in, you the enormity, of you and me
Like the monsoon rains the clouds in the skies
The lamps in the streets, with their hazy mists.
Standing alone in the rain
Could not contain the eagerness in my eyes
That lonely spot,
At the bus, stop. Just you and I

By Connie James.

The Scent Of You

The Scent Of You

Each time I see you the hunger within me
That hunger for your words
That once were so easy..now just an extension of you
But my words come not easy struggling within
Looking into your eyes can not disguise
The shades that otherwise exists in my minds, eyes
Those shades the streets
My thoughts of you
The applauding winds as it whistles through
Like applauding you
The nemesis of my being as I think of you
Whether my thoughts are within you or not.
Your lips in disguise you skin golden so gold
Whilst your lips I can forget not.
Forget the days of old
Searching your lips I could scent the essence of you
Reaching touching your hands with mine
You could hardly look at me
Yet you came close so close
Scenting a river in you..
Waters cascading the waterfalls
Their beauty clandestinely that only you knew
Finding refuge amongst those streets
The known roads the alleyways
The flower sellers where you bought those roses, for me
Their scent heavenly
 Those shadows by the light of the moon
That soon my hands will be holding you,
By the light of the moon.
I missed you every day of my days
Every night of my nights
Those little pains of yesterday
Whether I win or lose
My dreams were only dreams,
Dreams of yesterday
My eyes in dew like tears, our loss our very loss
My lips searching yours, through my tears
Searching words of yesteryear
Holding you, where you were taking root in my heart
In my restless world my city of old
I loved you..
That home we found and lost again
Like that poet in my heart, of hearts
We journeyed through high seas
The Savannah's the valleys the oceans
Where you and I, me standing before you
Crying out whispering breathing
Inhaling the scent of you..

By Connie James

They Care Not.

     In certain quarters of your world 
     Abuse sexual or otherwise a taboo it's become..

     Especially if it concerns not one,

     Sexual abuse is rife in parts of your world..

     Sweeping under the rug as they want to listen not.

     Those perpetrators, that think  they have the right, 

     To violate one's body be it male, female alike.. 

     Worst than animals they've become, 
     The predators of our world..

     Dominating forcibly it's not god's given right... 

     Violating our body's, it's not their right.

     Our body's should be given in love, or indeed lust, 

     But it's up to us to decide whether there's lust or not.
     In our blood.. 

     Education is a must, 

     Those feral animals, that became hyena, like 
     They think  twice not, lust in their blood.. 

     You'll never get many acknowledging, 
     In that part of your world 

     Sexual abuse is rife!

     A subject that's become a taboo. 

     One must not talk about..

     Like many others..

     They care not.

Just You And I

Just You And I.

Beneath those clouds I write
Scented words and such like
Heavily loaded,
Contain the rain can not
Purple rain that night's clouds burst
That tinge of purple falling over us
Those like me.
Kissing rain kissing me..my eyes
With this pen in hand, I write
What's on my mind at times
Visualising shapes .. in my minds, eyes          
Setting down on paper spilling from my mind
Whispering phrases, phrases of love.
Those words were mine.
Obtaining phrases, words awaiting me
Paraphrasing words contain I could not
Nor refraining from extolling my poetry.
Which is mine,
You know, you recognised in me
My poetry without you
Wouldn't be poetry as such
Just words.
That I see in my minds mind,
Those words becoming yours.
My poetry.
The beauty of your words
Playing havoc with my mind.
The sensuality of your lips claiming mine, my senses
Playing games with  my mind at all times
But with the exception of my senses
That storming night the lightening behind your eyes
Illuminating your features such delight.
Walking to the shore behind the lighthouse
There we stood strangers like
Finding home a shelter, for you and I
At the topmost of my roof, I stood with wonder in my eyes
There, in a room fragrantly scented from the oceans, the skies
Inhaling the seas scented, by the shore making love
On the far horizon
Where my senses, as the midnight bells tolls
Has, no defences
Looking at you nakedly
As I look into your eyes
Poetry's in perpetual motion
As I whisper on to you
My love won't you!
Before the midnight bell's tolls away
We'll sail to the horizon far
Where our love's forgotten, not
Just you and I.

 By Connie James.

Richter Scale

Richter Scale

On the Richter scale my minds scaling 9.9
I was floating way above the clouds
Into oblivion,
My mind scaling that mountain high
Whilst my earth shook down below,
Tumbling on its axis
Clinging on to you, taking just a little sip.
In my mind, I cried out you name oh darling.
Your hands whispering over me forcefully
With tears spilling out, I cried yet again, Oh darling ...
In my mind, I can not refrain from whispering your name
Oh, darling... touch me kiss me, make love to me.
At your touch, I convulsed on the Richter scale 9.9
The sensations I went through
In ecstasy, I cling on to you
Euphorically I scaled that mountain high in my minds mind
Whilst down below the realisation that it was not you
Deflated I hit a low tear's spilling out
Whilst in my minds mind I search you.
For you're not there..my darling, your not there.
Punishing me, why punishing me.!
When I needed you, your not there!
Searching high and low, my world collapsing beneath me
In my minds mind, it was you, making love to me!
I could feel every sinew under my finger, tips
Breathing every pore of you
Whilst I kissed your eyes your lips taking little sips
Your hands whispering over me
Touch me oh darling...love me!
But you won't even talk to me in reality
Punishing me for being me
A soul that needs to be loved
But with you on my mind, I can win not.
Saying hello, not unless I do...
First and foremost.
Even then you do not, come through...
I miss you
Cold so cold darling you were
My eyes cry's, each time I think of you
The way you made me...
Making me feel.!
Waking me from the limbo I was in, dead within.
Making me feel good was not such a sin!
The laughter from within..The sigh's
The laughter, with tears in my eyes..so good.
The ache in my sides, for me you're good
But you can be cold so cold, freezing within
My eyes smiling,
Seeing you, each time I looked into your eyes
Making my heart sing, like a lullaby...
But you, making me feel good you were so good
Making me feel wonderful deeply within
The fun we had now gone, gone.
Sufficing to say, I've gone back into limbo's land
Between earth and hell...
I guess heaven can wait another day.

By Connie James

Tied The Knot.

     Good, Morning World..
     On this day of days many moons ago the knot we tied..
     To the mad photographer, I chose to spend my life
     Those days were good, the young days of our lives
     Without a care in the world, but much love within us 
     From day to day we strived to build our lives
     From the little we had, but much love in our hearts
     Life was good in the younger days of our days
     They said it'll last not interfering in our lives our ways
     But they knew not the love between us..
     From day one as we set eyes, upon eyes
     Across a crowded room, that was the start
     That camera in my face every chance that he had
     As if looking in the lens of his camera
     He could see what was in my mind, I sighed
     My eyes would follow him each move he made each photo he took
     The butterflies in my stomach, with each appearance he made
     Here comes the mad photographer, said those of my friends.
     Loaded with cameras hanging from his neck..such a sight to see
    Then the clicking would start without, he taking a breath
    Self-consciously I'd feel, propping me on that staircase
    An ambiguous smile I'd give standing there, thinking
    Thinking was he mad..
    Hiding, from him at times
    Could face not another session, posing for photograph taking
    Whilst others saying here comes bleeding love
    Behind the barrels I'd hide where we met at Madeira's..wine lodge
    Now and then he'd come back, that dreaded camera in my face
    And it'll start all over again, clicking away every angle
    All those moons ago, nothing changes no way
    He still has that camera in my face clicking away
    Please go away and take that camera with you
    For I look not the way I used to do
    Laughingly saying you are by far,
    Still that young girl I met in that distant Island
    Like a flower elusively, alluringingly in that island in the sun
    Where the wine flows, my eyes were drinking you
    As he props me yet again on the staircase
    Photographing me all over again
    What's a girl to do!
    Happy Anniversary Boy!     
                                        By Connie James




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