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December 1st Today 

December 1st today...As I look out of my window 
It's a grey, grey day my soul can cope not with grey days of my day's 
My heart's crying out, please set me free 
From this ache in my heart. 
Peace I have not my spirits gone down south.
Dragging me down..as tears spilling out in the grey days of my life
Feeding the roots of the love that once, were in my heart
Now only ache lives there as I look outside my world's grey, grey..
Must pull my socks up, pack it in I must
Even if my soul drags me or not, the sad route within
I must pack it in, put some music on my deck
Vivaldi might ..then maybe Beethoven or Tchaikovsky.
They always lift my spirits
Have a good day my world as I try to extract myself
From the sadness, I carry within.
But those that are my friends, have a great day..
Pay attention not, its a way to release the weight upon my soul..

                                  By Connie James.

Pure Poetry.

Before my eyes, those shadows are melting away
Yet it takes no time at all before those shadows within
Impregnating me those shadows in the eyes of my mind was he.
Those eyes so blue his lips so true like a waterfall implicitly running through
The darkness of his skin is something to behold, he standing there, his skin like gold
Scintillating by the riverside whilst I sit there waiting for he
As I walk by the riverside his feet kicking the sands rustling through
With something on his mind kicking the sands through and fro
At times kicking the boat at anchor kicking sands over, his minds in turmoil
He's much more than a stranger I've seen him before
He must be a man of means its written in his stance in his stare.
The way he holds his head at an angle as he looks at me
He must be from here about's certainly.
The elusiveness in he..He looks very much alone
It's written on his face his smile as he looks beyond without pretensions
Like a roaming spirit, he is so handsome as only he can be
As I sit by the banks of the Yamuna I know he's only a human being
But to me he's my world implicitly, this place in time
As he walks on slowly I follow on from the distance
Amongst the branches I can hear the song of a nightingale
I stand there listening enchanted as it retreats beyond the trees
The splashing on the river banks as he treading water refreshingly
He walked on stopping amongst the trees now and again mopping a tear away
In the vicinity of the Taj stopping..and me stopping to.
I can feel his shadow as he stands beside me I can see the quiver of his lips
He was weeping ..I standing looking at he then lifting my hand
Touching him suddenly the sadness in his eyes was there to see
At that moment could help not but love him unconditionally
In his love, for pure poetry.
        

Piano Pianissimo.

The indelible scent of the night as lovers speak
Their minds can think not, as they leap from darkness,
into the light, unable to sleep ..
The obstructive silences between you and I,
As I hunger for a look for a smile,
for I am smiling for you, my love.
With the words, I try to reach you,
To touch to feel to wipe my tears
I watched the moonlit light, lighting your face as you sleep..
Tentatively I kiss your eyes your lips    
You smile in your dream as you sleep
As I kiss your fingertips you open your eyes
I halt a second or two, looking at you mesmerised
The broken words meaning nothing between you and I
As I look into your eyes, I can see not the lightness within
And like strangers drifting by the lighthouse,
As we shelter from the wind..
The primitiveness the look between you and me.
As our feet kiss those petals where we lay..
We speak of love, when lightning strikes our world
We don't need meaningless words of love,
for we have our eyes our breath our touch,
Piano pianissimo.

Unforgetable.

   


The shadows across your face..
I should have chased away..I should.
But like an obstinate stranger immersing from the rain
Soaked through to when we could contain not,
The primitive feelings within truly unbelievably so.
With the gusting of the wind the rain without refrain,
I stand there taking root as I call your name..
Memories intact when I was younger, much younger than now
Before my eye's I realise imaginings so pure. so pure in my mind.
As a poet in his own world, head in the in clouds going on about mesmerised..
Pictures before his eyes, real or imagery..I know not.
The pictures he paints he paints in his mind, the dark the light the love
Painting the laughter the love the night, when the euphoria takes hold
Of all his imaginings, and uncontrollable in his mind, certainly.
The smell of the page's, as he writes his verses his phrases of love.
The long road I walk alone, my thoughts in disarray..
There are shadows as I speak phantoms everywhere..
Is it you or not, real or imaginary,
Whispering in the darkness of night, my phantom and I
Am wondering why at, the other side of midnight finding myself reliving my day's my life..
Whether he cares or not,
In my troubled mind casting asunder, torn between me the man living his poetry
Dragging reliving whether he cared or not
In his blood, deep in his mind his crowded mind,
He can sleep not, his mind his verses his words his phrases awaiting the moment,
Within his soul reaching deeply within..
Creating poetry upon poetry
Searchingly unaware that he in his dilemma,
Could find not where home should be
Truly lonesome me on my own without you..Sadness within
But wherever you go your shadow I've crossed in semi-awareness semi-sleeplessness.
I can only speak my verses from me to you..
Unforgettable..That kiss.
When we're alone.                            



























             

I've Created You

In my mind, I've created you
In all my imaginings, I created you with love with kindness in your heart 
I created you as if you've tasted love,
For I have not tasted love know not the meaning.. 
But my love which is great and  pure. 
In between the clandestine meetings the rooms I made ready for you 
And with my memories intact  
The memories of you deeply in my mind my very being, 
In creating you I touched moulded you whispered softly your name, 
So you wouldn't refrain forgetting your name, the name that I gave you..
Oak is the name, so you'll grow strong, like an Oak tree..
In my creating of you, I convalescence in the harshness of creating you..
Just to lose you, my love, just to lose you !! 
Walking through the isles of those great Cathedrals, wide like avenues, 
It's a place I like not those cathedrals of a God I know not, I do not feel at home, there. 
Can not go in the sunlight without the shades on. 
Have a weakness in the sunlight,  the sun the glare.
As I think of you, our relationship controlling,
But I like not when you intervening in my life, I like not.
The distances between us so long and far apart, 
So I just close my eyes and imagine the distance's not so great. 
As I write my pages new words is a must, 
With the zeal, those streets the buildings of bricks, 
The church bells pealing, How I love that sound. 
In your absence, I can see you, can see you so clearly, 
Peace of mind, I have not relating to you.. 
The greatest presence in you is when I see you coming with that proud walk, 
Your stance I recognise anywhere, as you come and go reciting your Hemingway.
As I seat by myself I can see your sun kissed lips, 
I can not refrain myself, as I look at your lips.. imagining your sun kissed lips, 
How can I refrain !! making me love you, 
Ahh, making love without restraints,
Tonight I've created you in my imaginings, 
I whisper softly, my mind can contain not my whisperings. 
But forsake, you I'll want not.    

Kaleidoscope Of Colours.

The Kaleidoscope of colours high up in my skies
The purples the reds the gold's and the bronzes there are many
It's enough to fill one's senses as one rotates around,
My world spinning in, its axis as it turns from the sun
The little birds in our world preparing for the night, 
In their canopy high above..as they flock in.
One more morsel, one more bite before the night draws in
the darkness in sight, singing an evening song at dusk
They sang acapella the little birds of our world
As they settled for the night the chorus like a dream
The scent of the flowers as dusk descends, in our world
The scent of the jasmine so heady.Filling one's senses
The red rose that scent so heavenly
It was given to you with love a gift to you from me.
The colours the various colours from reds to deep bloods
Variegated on the petals like these, there aren't many about
A gallant young man scattered those petals, as I was stepping out.
He stood there watching as I picked that red rose
I uttered this is from the girl to the poet, with love
Sitting there all alone looking staring at the world
With my coffee sipping distractingly
I found him so mesmerising as he was looking at me
I got my notebook and starting writing I think that's he
The one I've searched for through the floods through the rains
Through the shining of my days, through the darkness of my nights
Looking into his eyes whispering endearments of love
That's when my words begun
Where have you been my love I've searched high and low
You were nowhere to be found..
Until now.

                          Connie James 

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My Pride.

Those things I left with you, like my mind my heart
And every little thing that you know.."My pride".
My pride I have none when it comes down to you
The fallen leaves the sands and the dunes, up and down.
Whilst in my little cottage, I sit waiting for you
But where are you, my lovely I can not see you.
You know, you know am waiting for you
Have been since noon..
With the scent from the streets, you come running to me
Where you've been all along
Meanwhile, I sit waiting for you
Whilst you go, foraging under the streets lights
The bells the temple lights that you know, so well
Down the lanes unknown faces smiling at you
And that stranger that stops and lingers, shadowing me
The wondrous seas waiting for us, don't you see
But you my darling must bring the city lights with you.
The city, that you won't leave behind
Where we have a history, there.
Where it can still hear our whispers our, sigh's
As you recall the house at the end of the street
The sacrifices the pain and everything in between
I know you're that poet, with love in your heart
And I am that girl, that left those things behind.
I know you wouldn't, get to my seaside town
Until the moon's high in the sky gossamer, like shedding its light
I see you're shadow coming down the street
I knew you'd come, I hoped you'd come with the shining moon
The boatman repairing, its nets, by the silvery moon
Those little shanties hiding, behind the trees
The long rope bridge over water, not far to walk round  
But you carry with you the old city the old love
That's ingrained within, you're heart
Then the fallen leaves the shifting sands
The brightness of the glowing moon
With it you pick up the scent, of the woman.
That has patiently waiting for you
Within me, I have those touches
Those secret touches, that you and I share
Those silent tears, one regrets to say
Never so far away.