In My Cocoon

In my cocoon,

Warm as a bug I curl beneath my quilt
In my cocoon thinking of you!
Our nights of love
Your eyes dark pools oceans, deep blue...
& I, being lost in your waters so deep
Emerging myself into those waters
In the delirium of love, my mind
Irrevocably...
Waking up beside's me a much-needed cup of tea
That glorious first sip reviving me
Was as parched as can be...
In your eyes as you stood looking at me
That look I know so well
Oceans deep comes to mind so blue
In the sighs of the night
My mind so full of you
Feeling he holding me tight
& falling into a precipice was I
Escaping not my mind I knew it would be
Solely made by me
As you whisper,
Let's ride into the stars beyond our universe
Pluck a planet or two
With the Moon, Mars & Venues side by side
Uranus & Pluto, too
That gossamer lifting from my eyes
I see a universe beyond me
With he, beside's me
Riding those thermal winds
Beyond a chasmic, eternity
Into a chasm am falling
& he hanging on to me
His eyes shining encouragingly
As if there was only me
In his world mesmerising-ly!
Through my world,
Up down across through my hemisphere
I've searched by far
I knew that in the horizon he'd be
Someday for me
But climbing that mountain high
Was way beyond me
Just to be or not at one with he
Fluttering, my heart at the sight of he
Irrevocably,
Convoluted my mind would become
With the nearness of he
The scent of he
Reaching out for me
Resist I can not
In his embrace enfolding me
Taking me into realms of reality...
Releasing, me!
Into eternity...

                By Connie James        
 

They Have Not...

May I whisper sweet nothings
In the middle of your night
When sleep you can not
When there's no one in sight
I'd whisper in the morning
And I'd whisper in the night
I'd whisper softly in your ear
When sleep eludes you in the night
I'd whisper my, darling close your eyes sleep tight
Whilst am holding you in my arms
Making everything alright
I'll deposit a kiss on your lips
& your name I'll whisper softly
Whilst holding you tightly in my arms
Just tight enough to let you know
That am holding you for dear life!!
A life that's unfairly treated you
By those, that gave you, life
Ambiguously, now you live from day to day
Whether it rain shines or not
Every day of your days
In your heart
Immeasurable the pain resides
When those, that should have loved you, have not
Shunning their offspring,
Ashamed they should be!!
Now every day of his days
Ambiguously showing that you're ok
But the scorn that you know so well
Pouring from every orifice, every which way
Leaving you mentally scarred every day of your days
Wrecked psychologically
Their minds f..ked up turbulence reigns
Every day of their days
Wondering, If they'd love you more, today come whatever may
Love unconditional should be, it matters not what they say
Protecting us every day of our days
Preconditional love exists not to a child's mind...
One just loves with our minds our hearts
Why must they attempt when they know they should not
Creating that child when love lives not in their hearts
Their selfishness paramount it's not a game they say
Caring not for their creation blood of their blood!!
Living day in day out, cowering in fright
Anxiety dispersing not from their anguished minds
Withholding their love!
The title of parenthood, they have no right...
Indeed, no they have not!
By Connie James

THIS IS CHRISTMAS....

SO THIS IS CHRISTMAS

This is the time to remember those we loved but are no longer here,
To commemorate our nearest & dearest
But, most of all those that have gone, to pastures new...
Papa so loved Christmas, he'd prepare well in advance
He'd make a beautiful grotto, with Jesus in a manger,
Mary and Joseph standing by...
One had, to see to believe, how beautiful it was
The artist in him he was a great sculptor...
He made everything, from the figures to the baubles...
The shepherds, the three wise kings,
The glitter, scattered here and there, for a child it was a fantastic sight.
On Christmas morning there was Mama, Papa and Us 
Gathered around the manger, no Christmas tree then
Each and everyone receiving a small gift...
Chin chinning, each other, with much merriment ... 
He had the habit of bringing a little firewater,
First thing in the morning, believe it or not 
That's how we started our morning, fire water for the adults
Just to keep the fire in their bellies, honey liquor for the little ones
And orange segments, as a sweetener to have after the drink...
All were welcome each and everyone, no one went hungry...
Those who knocked on our door were fed, no one was turned, away...
The stories they use to recount so, much fun, the jokes Papa came out with,
Had everyone, ringing with peals of laughter, the madness was such,
It was catching, we laughed until our sides hurt
Laughing, from ear to ear 
And tears spilling from our eyes
The aroma coming from Mama's kitchen, as she was cooking lunch
She was such an excellent cook, I still salivate at the memory of it... 
The table set beautifully, with the best crockery ...
Of course, the best glasses, that later we'd play music clinking on the glasses 
With luncheon over, the music would start, 
And of course, Papa being a musician his baton in hand 
Just to lead us on as always the noise was such, bedlam!
Anything we could get our hands-on...
The pots and pans weren't safe they, acting as drums
The saucepan lids as cymbals spoons kind of maracas
And we had to play in tune.
As he pointed at each and every one of us
Killing himself with laughter
His baton, oh my! His, baton clipping our shoulders!     
And poor Mama begging, begging for the noise to stop...
Papa said, oh woman let us be, we're making music can't you see
With much exhilaration says he!! 
When I think about this, that's no exaggeration...
The most beautiful time spend together...
A well-spent day, with frolickings, over.
Papa beaming happy shining on, his dark brown eyes the lighting up
The whole family together spending such a glorious day...
There was, not the materialistic things that they have today
But we needed not such material things, we had their, attention   
And we had our music never, never forget the music.
Mama Papa just made it unique... for at Christmas day
We had everything we needed, forever and a day
We were a family together, Papa Mama and us...

HAPPY CHRISTMAS EVERYONE

                          By Connie James...

Dancing Alone

Dancing Alone!

Through my mirrored glass I see you
Starring at me!
As I brush my long hair
That look that tells me how wrong can I be!
The light shining in your eyes for me, I see
Me that adores you, the very core of my being
I hate when your away from me
Missing you, your arms about me
Running down my staircase
Catching up with you
Skipping a beat my heart
As I look into your eyes
The intensity of your gaze
My breath escaping from me
Bursting from my chest my heart
Almost killing me!
You know how I feel for you
My primal feelings
In my primitiveness the wanting of you
Help I can not,
This obsessive obsession of you!
Missing you,
My eyes are missing you
My arms, my body's crying out for you
My lips hungrily kissing you
As you hold me close to you
It's never enough
To be at one with you
The wildness of you
The euphorics in me can never be enough
On that gossamer cloud will always be swaying
The moon in her full light
Scintillating above me
Your blue eyes smiling as we're dancing
Our minds lost
Inwardly's my highs intermingling with my low's
Not at all in sync with me
All I need is to see a likeness of you
And am lost in time my mind
In the essence of you
looking into your eyes...blue
Making me feel!
Ahh, darling making me feel!
Into overdrive, I go
Like an enchantment bewitching me
Making me feel real!!
There's a madness running through me
As it comes down to you
In my mind, I see you in my primitiveness
Bewitchingly I see you, see you!
Taking hold of me;
Shivers tingling through me
Awol I go irrevocably in my mind
In my blood, a madness so sweet
There goes I again helplessly
As I circle my arms about me
As am dancing alone!!
Fragmenting...

               By Connie James

Preparing For Christmas

I 've spent, all day getting the house ready for Christmas...
I cleaned dusted vacuumed and polished every orifice
the decorations will be hung on
To make it more Christmassy 

I've set the tree and hung the lights and put pretty baubles on
I've hung garlands, really everywhere 
The old boy saying don't go over the top, 
Really there's no need...

he's such a humbug, spoiling the enjoyment
If you don't want Christmas, just go and live in a cave...
He's such a Neanderthal, a real caveman. 
So I just ignored him and went my sweet way...

So I dressed all the decks, ready for Christmas day.
Have to make a cake or two, and some mince pies.
The old boy isn't that much, of a Neanderthal. 
He likes his cakes and a mince pie or two...

And if I don't watch it, he'll eat the blooming lot,
There, will be the mulled wine, he likes the way I do
With the rind of oranges...
Cinnamon sticks and star anise...

I'll add a bit of Port, and some Drambuie too.
Then a touch of rum, and that's really nice says he
And while am doing all of this, I have my music on... 
Vivaldi on the deck, playing the four seasons on and on.

Then Beethoven, Symphony Nr. 5, 
Wow, that's some powerful sound... 
By the time Christmas arrives, I'll be cockeyed 
In need, of I know not what, a rest would be good...

So welcome all my friends, 
Yah, life is good...

                           By Connie James 

Poetry's in your blood

Poetry's in your blood like music's in mine
The touch of your face
Like a feather, lightly touching mine
The look in your eyes tells me am not wrong
The hunger from our lips
As we take thirsty sip's
There's only the moon to light our path
And a little rain to quench our thirst
But the rain's bother's us not
It's just immaterial when lovers meet
Their's no reasoning in their minds
When lovers speak...
As fire's, in our blood
It burns in our minds our hearts
As we cling to one  another
Our eyes never leaving the other
Reading what's in our minds...
You are my sun my moon & the stars
You are the highest mountain that I must climb
For without you, my darling there is no life
As I see you, I see you in my mind's eyes
My face lights up like the sun
At it's brightest, as I see you
I miss you don't you know!
When your, not there!
As I search you, mind in despair
Seeing  you am, flying high
Like a bird swaying in the sky
In the extremities of my mind,
Caressing you I reach high one more time
In the recesses of my mind
Am kissing you...

               By Connie James  

Like A Poetry...

Like A Poetry...

Remember can not that first kiss.
Not very memorable.
Or was I a wet fish, inexperienced innocent 
Or wasn't I in love enough,
My chosen one he was not.
Just a boy falling for me...So said he.
I knew not how to kiss.
His kisses excited not me.
Or was it lack of practice.
I know not!!!
Until you came along sending shivers through my spine.
Your voice that Celtic twang.
The look of you,
That Viking I've created in my mind.
I can remember that first kiss leaving me wanting.
Beneath the sunshine.
Whisperings intermingling in my, minds mind
Shakingly I closed my, eyes
I was holding on to you.
My hands upon your shoulders.
Just to steady me... so!
Your pheromones heightening my senses
Your muskiness playing havoc with me my mind
My senses having no defences when he's about at any time.
Kissing you that very first time.
The euphoria within me...
My imagination running wild.
Playing havoc in my mind, in a frenzy
I gave myself to you that noon day the very first time.
Inebriated by love or lust, I know not, matters not.
I was lost in your hold your arms.
Whispering touching experiencing love.
Hungrily I kissed your lips
The feeling mesmerising touching mine, your lips
 Never knew it could such as this
Making love that very first time.
Dragging out of me this wanting initiating love
My Viking that I've built in the recesses of my mind, his hair wild.
It's redness like the sun burning, my blood
I let him lay his hands as no one has ever before.
My mind euphorically.
Incandescently his sweet nothings burning a hole in my mind.
My minds on fire my blood!!
As he said goodbye after such a short time.
My tears flowed like a river ...
A turbulent river.
White waters spuming from my eyes...
Now sitting by the riverside.
Across from the church, I see him cycling by.
Cascading floating in a whisper
Bare trees empty like my heart.
 Shedding its leaves carpet like in a dream
 The autumnal leaves swaying in the breeze
Above a canopy of yellow & golden light.
In the distance I see him coming
Was I dreaming in the eyes of my mind
Never expected him near, at any time!
I waited excitedly!
But, I had nothing to give.
Except, but, me!
Our first kiss
Like a poetry
By Connie James...