POETRY

The Orchid and the Rose

Togetherness is more not less,

Completeness, two in love,

When lovers spar in passion,

Be there just one thought above:

That I shall be immersed in you,

Whilst you are one with me,

For I alone would hold you close,

When giving sets you free.

That I would kiss your full red lips,

Enchantress take me in,

For we shall live a courtly love,

Removed from lust and sin.

In naked fervour two entwine,

Forever held as forest vine,

Ardour greets love sweet and true;

You’re part of me and I of you.

I take from thee your orchid, rose,

When in our tango passion throes,

My world and yours becomes the one,

Till true love’s sated, sweetly done.

Never take an offered rose,

To crush between your fingers,

When love and lust is satisfied,

The rose inside you lingers.

Michael (Walsh) 28.02.13

The Table Made for Three

Why don’t they make a table,

A table made for three,

For when I dine with friends of ours,

I am asked why only me.

I shrug and tell them you’re away,

They smile and say, “too bad.”

Then I miss you most of all,

It’s then that I feel sad.

Perhaps the answer is to make,

A table made for three;

Then I will not seem quite as strange,

When you’re not there with me.

The table will have just three sides,

And chairs will be just three;

Three settings and three glasses,

Three napkins for the knee.

Just a bottle, half will do,

And half a memory.

When I am dining out with friends,

At tables made for three.

Michael (Walsh) 24.02.13.

Country Lanes

Let us take the country lanes, take time to smell the dew,

And if sometimes the quicker roads appeal to me and you;

Then gladly turn to where there is no paving and no street,

For I would have no more than grass and earth beneath my feet.

I sorely miss the hedgerow and at dawn the curlew’s call,

What I would give to once again count petals as they fall,

Hear village gossip, maidens laugh, the songbirds gay and free;

To stroll the country lanes with you yet be as one with me.

To flatter pasture flowers where e’re my footsteps go,

Discuss my heartfelt feelings with the breezes as they blow.

Doff my cap to life itself, when summer’s on the brow,

To greet the tiny beetle and the songbirds on the bough.

That I should set the pace of life, to pause when I would wish;

To build my bed at sunset, to dream and never miss,

A dawn, a single sunrise, the wine of summer dew;

But ‘fore I sleep I pray to dream my reveries of you.

My companion I shall choose to share each night and day,

No city life and streets but go the slow and country way.

To be as one with life itself for country lanes all lead to wealth

The Reaper’s Curse

It was a pained regression when I learnt I lived before,

I strolled forbidden pathways and I wept at what I saw.

Death and ruin, leather boots,

How plunder filled that night,

Triumphant cries then soon the sighs,

From those who bore their plight.

Shall death come quick, shall death come soon,

What bitter taste it be;

That I should go at harvest moon,

But soon return to thee?

Is death to be a starry path that leads me far away,

Where I should rest a little while until another day.

To ponder life that lies ahead,

When with my love I lay my head;

To play the lute in pastures gay,

To rendezvous with life each day.

Shall death when looking back appear,

As death indeed for foe;

For he remained to meet his fate,

In death’s embrace I go.

My embers died on stretcher borne, t’was when I bid farewell,

To mortal strife that ended life that I might future tell;

In dreams of sweet regression that I wish not to repeat,

That I instead embrace my death,

Then slumber deep and sweet.

Rejoice in life returned to me, to live and love again,

Was I not once a martyr dead when in that battle slain.

Then in that dream I heard a voice;

It told me not to quick rejoice;

All is not as all it seems,

It’s premonition haunts your dreams;

The strife you thought marked you as dead,

Is but your fate that lies ahead.

Evocation

 In you I find the spirit of two souls that are as one,

Though far apart we share both bliss and strife;

Then I am faith and true, I will share your thoughts with you;

For in this world and next you are my wife.

If pathos is your guide and should always be your bride,

Then never on your own shall ever be;

For the weight you daily bear is a cross I gladly share,

If you will only give your heart to me.

The heart that can’t divide is a love that crosses wide,

The travails and the miles beyond the sight;

It is then that pathos rules and two spirits are as one,

When candles two make but one glowing light.

For beauty such as yours is a rare and wondrous thing,

No longer just for you but mine through love;

Appeal enslaves my spirit and the heart that beats in rhyme

Is beauty so unique it rules thereof.

 If erotic are my thoughts then erotic you shall be,

I care not for to think or reason why;

It is meant to always be that I set your love heart free,

When my tongue that speaks is heard by only thee.

Valentine’s Night

If fateful bargain now be struck
That I should wait alone,
Than wish one’s lonely life away,
So she can be my own.
Then life is bartered with my tomb,
Bereft then I shall be;
Of bride tonight, no candlelight;
No tinkle laugh for me.

I count the days, the minutes too,
That with my breath do keep,
The beat of steady march to Fate,
So I no longer weep.
Tonight if time be put aside,
Wished away to meet my bride;
Then that would be no bargain struck,
I wait for her; it is my luck?

Instead of faraway tonight,
I barter life alone;
To be with sweetheart wife this eve,
Agree to hours flown;
Give away some part of life,
So I can be with darling wife;
Then Fate consider bargain done;
I chance my life, your wheel has spun.

Michael (Walsh)
St. Valentine 2013

If I Were You

If you could lend your coat to me,

And if they fit, your shoes;

Then let us go just one pace more,

And to me lend that face of yours,

Oh, what a change for all to see,

When I am you and you are me.

Imagine stepping out as you,

To then do all the things you do;

Approving looks to then receive,

When eyes can see, then eyes deceive.

Then, dearest, lend your thoughts and see,

Such change that you have made in me.

I can’t be you nor you be me,

I have to be what you can see;

But if I were but single day;

What you’re to me each every day,

Then I would love you as I do;

With lifelong passion, blessed and true.

I’ll wear your face but just one day,

That I can hear so many say;

‘How lovely; how I wish that I,

Could look like her until I die,’

But if I fail and be as me;

Then I shall live and live as me.

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 Enchantress

Esmeralda, Esmeralda, devoted you shall be;

Faithful unto last, so prized, I give my heart to thee.

Oh Esmeralda wear my heart and if it pirouette,

On your devoted bosom be my love lost silhouette.

Serendipity, be my life, my ever beating heart;

May the love we share so true be never torn apart;

Serendipity shadow me, forever be my bride;

That I may live and know through you a love that never died.

Magdalena, Magdalena, love lies at your feet,

Wherever they may take you then be sure our hearts shall meet;

Magdalena, be my bride, ever true and by my side;

If heart pain ever be your foe, my love is balm where e’er you go.

Pandora, timeless gift to man when gown loose sets you free,

Then as the burr holds tight the burr then you hold tight to me;

Pandora, open up thy box , reveal your priceless gifts;

That true love we endure for life is never sand that shifts.

Jezebel, you faithless fool, if I should pass your way,

Then never strike in evening but at breaking of the day.

For you are wanton, feign and fool;

Your lips bring pain and constant drool,

But bitter-sweet rejection know,

Wherever broken hearts will go.