Uli!!

Ahh, Uli!! 
Missing you 
Why should they block you, imprison you
Behind the gates of hell, oh what a to do 
What will we do without you!
How dare they keep us from you
You that brings a smile to our eyes with your photos, you do!
Or have we had anything to do with our answers to your posts! 
Liking, not the freedom of our speech! 
But we are friends we are missing you 
Missing your different visages the many faces of Uli !
The younger, Uli with mischief in his eyes
You can see the naughtiness in he 
Wonder what's like to be an Adonis 
Those that know him much better than me 
For am a mere novice in his mind's eyes 
To our harem our Koenig he'll be 
Of thousands, of girls & boys 
Women and men alike,
Respected by us 
His posts blow's our minds, mesmerising us 
Know not how he does, 
Keeping us interested morning noon & night
In his various subjects, it's a wonder, how he does 
His imagination knows no bounds 
it's a manna for our eyes our minds 
Keeping us interested our minds alive 
A smile in our eyes, laughter in our bellies 
With a good morn cup of coffee 
Never mind about the cake, 
But there'll always be a little sweetness by the way 
Along, side or not... The coffee. 
And at the end of the day a glass of vino to finish the day 
Or that aromatic bubble bath, by candlelight 
Bubbles right up to our eyes 
Or a beautiful table set two with champers to chin, chin our way 
As we gaze into their eyes 
Saying I love you by the way... 
Uli! The younger Apollo his mesmerising eyes 
To King Canute, riding the ocean waves high, 
Very easy to the eye
So very dapper, to our minds eyes 
Wonder what's it like to be an Adonis 
Says I, yet again or even many many of us
Won't you escape from your false imprisonment 
Oh, what, to do...
With love in our hearts
Cause we're missing you
Uli!! 

                        By Connie James 

Music In My Soul

Whilst preparing luncheon, I've had Mozart's company 

Every Sunday morning
The old boy goes swimming 
Whilst the little slave stays home
Cooking luncheon
Mark is in the garden, butchering the bay leaf tree
Don't know what's got into the boys,
Going manic with my trees
As soon as he leaves Mozart lands on the deck
Haven't heard from him for a long while ...
About time he came out!
As am preparing the chicken,
Mozart starts with Symphony No.29
So I cut chicken in half,
I can't bare to see a whole chicken before me
Bringing memories of home
Whilst mama executing poor chicken
Committing murder at dawn
The memory stayed ingrained on my mind
Seeing the said chicken hanging upside down...
Chicken I like not much; to prepare
Heaving goes I whilst preparing it...
So in half, I must cut so I don't puke
Whilst preparing,luncheon
He was playing so beautifully,
The most amazing sounds
Trouble's I can't just listen ,without conducting
Waving my knife like a baton,
No.35 came on didn't like that sound,
It was the funeral march, don't you know...
In my haste to stop that cacophony...
I dropped the bloody knife,
Oh bugger it nearly killed me
Limping I went to change the ruddy thing's a must
Symphony No 38 came in
Ahhh, that's much better, powerful music.
So chicken goes in oven ,with shallots and little potato's
I always put bay leaves, and garlic for the flavour
Symphony No. 39 comes, on the most wondrous sounds...
The whole Philharmonic orchestra right there in my kitchen...
Had quite forgotten, how beautiful the sound...
The veg I got on with carrots beans, sprouts,
Then I made a cheese sauce for cauliflower cheese too
Then symphony no.40 followed by No. 41
I started on the pudding, I made a tart tattin
No so sure of that spelling ...
But it matters not ,you get the gist of it
I made it with plums, and very nice they were too,
I made a caramel with grated orange cinnamon and star anise
Making a lovely liqueur to poach the plums in ...
Then serenade No.9 comes on
Oh my!! my whole brain fills
With the most, ecstatic sound you can imagine
And so I burned the pudding!
So what the hell I burned the caramel,
The plums too...
so I top it with ice cream and served it ...Yum...
Completely & utterly lost
With music in my soul!
 

                        By Connie James...

Just For a Moment...

Just For a Moment

In your eye's I see that look I know so well
Gazing the autumnal vision before your eyes
The impressive golds, reds, the rusts the purples
Magically before your eyes, a time of letting go...
Darling look at me!
What do you see, you're far, from me
I can see that far away look in your eyes  
That look that tells me
That maybe you need more than I can give
Or is it being whom I am
Expecting too much from you
Much more than your prepared to give.
My eyes are drinking the essence of you
Maybe I've become too much for you!
But in my minds mind, I see the whole of you
Caressing me! For all your worth
Your, eyes following me across the room,
Skipping a beat my heart as I look at you
But see I want you, what's on my mind.
My mind that at times runs away with me
Irresponsibly...
Wishing you'd take hold of me make love
Gazing at you across the street where I live
Just across the water not far away
I can see you clearly in my minds mind
Through the window pane
Even though those gossamer nets of my mind
Impede can not me from visualising
The light in your eyes!
Ahh, Darling
Can you see not me looking at you
The hunger in my eyes!
Needing you close so close to me,
Love me taking me for all your worth...
In the extremity's of my mind
There I can not go you see.
But I'd so love you to hold me!
I too can see the hunger in your eyes
Nothing matters!
Nothing matters at all, you see
Keeping your distance from me
Me that adores you caresses you touches you
With my minds mind!
In the darkness of my nights
I want you, need you to hold me tight
Telling me it's all right...
As I whisper on to you,
Please, darling, do look at me
What do you see
Do you see me as I see you
Or do you see me as this infernal thing
In your minds mind?
Misunderstanding me!
As I try touching your mind with mine
Differently, your eyes are telling me,
Wanting me as much as I do you
In the recesses of my mind
Am crying out for you
But that won't do!
That I do know:
Just once darling just once!!
Would it do!
Would it be enough!
I stand, gazing across from you
Lust, in my mind's, my blood
Or is it love!
I feel within me, I know not!
As we love in the fields of gold
Just like, any other being
Exaltation within me reaching a crescendo
Euphorically;
Paramount in my mind
Absolutely nothing...
Above us a blanket of golden stars
Scintillating in the darkest of skies
That shooting star's right across my firmament
As I whisper gazing into your eyes
My torment...
Knowing that in the recesses of my mind
Just for a moment....

                               By Connie James

 
 







   

Dunes Of My Mind

Dunes Of My Mind...

As I look at you, the light in your eyes
I stand stupified, why?...
What he sees in me, his stare curiously 
Deep as the deepest of oceans
Into deep cool waters immersing, myself  
Resist cannot, as he came to me 
The light in his eyes, in the darkness
Before dawn came in.
I stand mesmerised looking at he
Resist can not, to touch to feel
The touches in a way that he,
The ambivalence in me, I want not to end.
Closing my eyes imagining his touches 
irrevocably...
My minds, on fire burning wild
His incandescent touches 
Sending shivers through, my spine 
And I dance before him indolently...
Slowly, gazing at me lazily
Smile in his eyes looking at me, wondering!
Waves pounding hard by the shore 
Oceans wild, white waters spewing over me
In my imagination, 
I see the ocean swaying taking me
Inexorably...
Stretching before my eyes, the longest beach  
The golden sands blue skies, so blue as his eyes
I run through the dunes
Above me, there's nought but sky
The odd condor flying,
Riding, swaying the thermal winds
How I wish I could fly, rising my arms to the skies
Dancing swaying, indolently...
Then a butterfly in the vision of my eyes
Joynes me, and dances eloquently
Wild and wilder...
Metamorphosing before my eyes He!!
He, that I've created in my mind that elusive, creature
That I've moulded with my hands
In a moment of madness!
His eyes his nose the, curve of his mouth
A little curviness when he smiled...
His hair dishevelled curling about his eyes
His body standing high, his stance
Just as I've created him.
His arms reaching to me
Just as I taught him.
His legs slightly apart, in his stance...
His arms akimbo looking into the distance
His head erected, proudly standing his ground...
Oh, my!!!
In the dunes of my mind, I've created perfection!
His red hair curling just a little on his shoulders
Whispering I cried out what, have I done with the boy!!
I've created, his likeness not beautiful!
Not like his heart, he knows how to feel
His eyes softly smiling into mine...
As I kiss his eyes his mouth
The rest left it up to him...
His imagination knew no bounds
Rising my senses high
Like that condor soaring
Floating swaying on those, thermal
Winds of life...

By Connie James

My Words Are Me!

Like an Acorn evolving in the extremity's of my mind
Waiting to take root take hold my words & I!
My thoughts, what I feel what I want from what I do
Developing from a tiny seed into a sapling
It's, branches reaching out the depths of  my mind
Waiting to evoke a passion not so sublime
In the recesses of my mind reaching out o me
Into a tree developing that tiny acorn will be
In my mind interconnecting my thoughts into words
All jumbled up like a fog in my mind
Sorting them out such a hard time
For my words be troublesome most of the time
To hear my words they appreciate not
My words my thoughts
From the extremities of my mind
Once it's taken root not easy to define my words
In the extremities, my words capricious are not
They exude from the depths of me
Waiting to explode from the innards of me  
Within me, my words are true, as can be
Reason I have not to speak words not truthfully 
They are not me
But the truth one must speak not
So I've been told grow up!
You're not a child they tell me inexorably
Why upset the apple cart must I
Why must I fight with my mind
To speak the truth not that's not me
A pain in the ass I must be!
Refusing not to embroider my words carefully
F..k them says me am tired of those curtailing me
Words, but my words are me!
All my life I've been told don't say this that or the other
Just don't say anything
But as am an adult now I'll say what the hell I please
Why has He given me a brain
If am not allowed to use it,
Otherwise, a brain he'd not given me
Why can't I cast my words my thoughts
Talking to the wall must I be
Why can't I cast my words to the winds
Carrying me far and wide
My thoughts and me!
Extolling from the depths of me
My thought's always with me
Why must I not express what I feel what I think
Residing within me
In the recesses of my mind
Anguish residing within me
How does one control one's thoughts
Learnt I've never you see
Why must I not extol when in the depths of me
That acorn growing uncontrollably
Reaching far and wide as far I can see!
But my words are just me!
Taking me expanding my arms you see,
Far and wide taking hold of me
But my words I must extol not
It seems it's not seemingly
Must not let others hear when he's near to me
My mind my thoughts are of he
From that little acorn such a trouble to me
Cause my words I must extol not to all & sundry
But I want to shout out from the top of my world
From that mountain high
In the western wind's caressing, me, by
My words must carry me
Into the hills the valleys, the savannahs wide
Beyond the stars my universe and I  

    By Connie James...














       

Hello, World!

Hello, World!
Here we go again Connie's about!
Give her a wide birth I hear you say
It's the story of my life everything I say.
Is misconstrued in some way!
But if what I say, upsets anyone it's not meant that way
Oh lord, am tired of curtailing what goes through my mind
Just in case I offend this or that family member in, anyway
Somewhat's must be wrong with me
If every time, I open my mouth my mind, you see,
I've upset some member of my family,
With a comment, I've though naught, about
That'll teach me!
O! Imbecility please free me from my mind,
My mind that at times, logically thinks not
For indeed an imbecile, I must be
If curtail I can not my thoughts
My thoughts taking hold of me, my mind my very being.
Obscuring the light
That in darkness I must be all the days of my life!!!
Those that share my life or not
With love or dislike...
Even those that hate my guts
For being me!
But being me is all I can be, I know not any other way
If those in my life understand me not in any way!
An imbecile I must be!
Can imbecility running through me 
Cause pain in one's heart tearing it apart
When one sees shunning, starting a war in my heart
Fighting every day of my life drowning the sorrow within me!
It's an impossibility unless I quit from feeling with my heart.
But my heart quit can not it know's not how to quit.
A masochist I must be if I carry all this within me
This pain, this asphyxiation of my breath.
Waterfalls flowing from my eyes control I can not
Extreme pain within me...
But used to this I must be that's a possibility of my being,
Causing panic amongst the pigeons.
Divorcing I must be those that are blood of my blood
If, ever am to have peace of mind
Peace amongst us earthlings...

                     By Connie James.

Love's A Funny Thing

Love's a funny thing
So true!
But at times love's not enough it won't do
But lessons we must learn
To love those that love's us not
Not easy I'll say
Cause, when one love's one love's with all one's heart
The very core of one's being
It's so hard when one love's & reciprocated it's not
Be it a lover's love or siblings love
But one love's all in the same way
With an intensity, that hurt's, & they care not for you anyway.
And your heart bleeding shredded in tatters
You utter screaming how dare they!
Making me, bleed this way
You're breaking up as they dispose of your love!
Luckily for love I've had to fight not in any way
But I was so green in my day
But a sibling's love I must say, all the way
All I needed was one love not greedy anyway
But loves a funny thing
When you think you need much more than you need
Your mind playing funny tricks
When one wished one's experienced different love's
Different things, in one's life
Whether you've missed something or not, you'll never know
Abhorrently fighting with one's mind
When you think you need more than you need
Like an obsessive obsession residing within one's mind
But when love's gone wrong
You sit bleeding your mind's not your own  
Fighting your minds mind at most times!
Just let it be...Let it be
But when an obsession get's hold of you must follow through
Into the recesses of your mind
Whether it be logical or not, one's minds care's not
Looking into his eyes & smile for all you're worth
With the light of love in your eyes
Love's a funny thing
It makes you cry laugh & sing makes you dance at every chance.
But when love's killing you hurting tears flowing through
As if the world's deserting you
But a sibling's love dying, on you extreme pain you go through
They care not if they're hurting you
Even when you've loved with all you had in you
I guess you're not worthy of their love
Must it be true!

                       By Connie James