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  GROWING DAILY Pretty rings in a local shop waterfalls of flowers with petals that drop thoughts of him that keep her on the hop for her love grows daily and will never stop. will she burst with such overflowings pictures that her mind is intricately sewing he has them too she has a way of knowing they share joy and pain with all these comings and goings a need to be together is so strong that it hurts they sometimes make light of it and giggle and flirt oh they enjoy that too that is a cert but their serious moments are like a sensuous dessert !! embraces and murmurings give so much pleasure moments remembered are ones to treasure touching and holding ..time is not measured kissing and sighing ... the things they so treasure Copyright © Sylvia Lukeman SylLukeman@aol.com NOT EVEN THE WISEST Sitting reading love poems oh the power of the spoken word verbal murmurings of love unleashed to think they may never be heard the strength of someones longing captured on the page still cannot convey the feelings felt not even by the wisest sage emptiness, longing and a need so deep for the touch of a loved ones hand only a desert flower could tell of the parch and thirsty land. but love has beauteous moments when thirst is slaked at last the pleasures of those precious moments bury the sad and lonely past. Copyright © Sylvia Lukeman SylLukeman@aol.com A CHILD, A WOMAN AND A DOG CALLED HONEY As a child she ran and skipped even giggled when she tripped now she lives in a darkened world can't even see a flower unfurled as a child she watched both snow and rain loved to make tiny daisy chains now she just hears thunder and feels the sun and yet admits that a new life has begun for golden, agile Honey became her eyes warns her against both shock and surprise oh talented friend with silken coat and warm moist breath, your brought back life when she only wanted death Copyright © Sylvia Lukeman SylLukeman@aol.com A POEM FOR A FRIEND - AND HIS GIRLFRIEND It seems that we met, almost by chance And I so so glad the we have I am so pleased that I gave you a second glance I hope that you are glad that we have I caught a look in your eyes that day That made me pause for awhile and I felt a warmth that encouraged me The moment that I saw your smile we are closer now than we were before And I am ever so glad that we met your tender kiss makes me warm inside leaves me feelings I will never forget Copyright © Sylvia Lukeman SylLukeman@aol.com LOVEKNAPPED she has woken up with thoughts of you but that for her is nothing new you are in her mind for the rest of the day whether she be working or at rest or at play he has kidnapped this woman her body, soul and mind his words and actions leave other suitors far behind! time spent together is not often theirs but when these precious moments materialise they have learned to throw away their cares fated to live apart the two of them make up those many miles with loving thoughts often provoking laughter and uncontrollable smiles. Copyright © Sylvia Lukeman SylLukeman@aol.com HER BLUSHING FACE Oh ! he brought a twinkle to her eyes and a smile on to her blushing face the night they walked hand in hand to their secret trysting place Oh the stories that they shared and the touches they exchanged secret glances showed they cared their lives now re arranged. emotion was surely on his tongue when he spoke to her of love and he meant it when he called her his precious turtle dove and he is oh so whimsical and she giggled at his jokes but she noticed how they both changed when sharing caresses and gentle strokes Copyright © Sylvia Lukeman SylLukeman@aol.com AN EMPTY NEST Some talk of the earth as a melting pot I think of her as a great big nest all of us fledglings in the beginning protected by Mother Natures warm breast some leave the nest early not always because they choose the time some fly off on their own some stay awhile till they think its fine birds in flight can fly together instinct showing them the way the loners too find their own routes and they learn sometimes whilst at play I think of two special birds hatched far away from each other and the winds of time and generous Fate brought these two fledglings together born in different countries born in different years but blossoming love makes sure these two love birds are not indifferent have no fear the distance remains almost constant for they are fated to live far apart but the love of these two strangers brings them close, a mere feathers breadth apart Copyright © Sylvia Lukeman SylLukeman@aol.com A LIVING THING She fingered his gift as though it were a living thing touched it gently sentimentally reluctant to let go he had held it kept it warm and surrendered it to her for her to share and he was as precious to her as any rare gem stone might be to a collector of fine artefacts he brought freedom to her in her confinement refinement in the shape of purest love they both share a desperate need to be close, embrace be face opposite face be one, entangled and she knew him and wanted to know so much more Copyright © Sylvia Lukeman SylLukeman@aol.com A PONY'S TALE I stood pawing at the ground Desperate for someone to play with I was but a foal alone, When you came and ran away with me. We stole away in secret Made sure that nobody saw us Then became lovers, friends Oh, what a future lay before us. You taught me how to run, to be free, To let go, to have fun, to be me, We loved, we laughed, we played. Then everything went sour. You didn't stay. For days and weeks and months I hobbled round Tearful, missing the love that I had So unexpectedly found. I rummaged around memories Of those Brief Canters I had had with you, I thrust my chin, tossed my head and mane and searched for pastures new. Copyright © Sylvia Lukeman SylLukeman@aol.com ONLY IN THE FALLING RAIN She stood and stared He was no longer there All her sighing was silent So they wouldn't know she cared. 'The sun will shine again' they said 'so do not shed your tears' and only his shadow was to return but only inthe falling rain Autumn came and went and through the dusky mist different lips appeared needing to be kissed. Copyright © Sylvia Lukeman SylLukeman@aol.com SOUNDS She used to long for the sound of music music of any kind now it was the sound of his velvet voice that soothed her troubled mind she needed to hear him speaking she needed his voice so much but most of all she yearned yet again to feel his oh so tender touch warmth can come from sunshine from a fire or a candles flame but she knows the warmth that comes from simply hearing his name. touched by his love and his caring she has found a reason to start to live again with the love she has discovered life will never be the same Copyright © Sylvia Lukeman SylLukeman@aol.com YOU AND ME thinking of you I think of you and me the we that we have become you and me me and thee the very words sound so gentle to me it touches me my very soul with you my love I have become whole not a fractured piece of surviving being it happened when we started you and me-ing Copyright © Sylvia Lukeman SylLukeman@aol.com LOVE AT A DISTANCE Love at a distance her candle in the dark oh for a hand in hand walk with her sweetheart in the park love keeps her breathing a smile on her face :) but her mind at least can drift away from this place love in abundance winging over the water to her returned to him tenfold she hopes that he knows that she cares Copyright © Sylvia Lukeman SylLukeman@aol.com TAKE ME IN YOUR ARMS Take me in your arms and kiss away my pain help me face my problems make me calm again in your arms I can forget my problems for just awhile your tender loving eyes will make my sad face smile. only you can do it you seem to understand my problems all evaporate when you take my trembling hand Copyright © Sylvia Lukeman SylLukeman@aol.com YOU MADE ME SMILE TODAY You made me smile today And I am smiling still My sky was grey and I was blue but you removed the chill You spoke to me of love in a way that I have never heard before your word have moved and warmed me and left me wanting so much more. Copyright © Sylvia Lukeman SylLukeman@aol.com HIM In my mind I see him walking in fields of poppies and wild grasses at dusk we are together sipping iced coffee and gently clinking glasses when the sun shines he is stretched out on the sand or staring out to sea looking not at the frothing waves for he searches the horizon just for me. we look for each other in everything we do it brings us closer and wondrous things come into view magical things happen to us even when we are far apart we breathe the same air love the same things share the one pulsating heart Copyright © Sylvia Lukeman SylLukeman@aol.com WHICH WAY which way is the wind blowing the sun shining the moon glowing we two can share these three which way is the river flowing the snow falling there is no knowing but we two can share these too the air that you are breathing the sun beneath which you are bathing is the same for me too for me and you. and these very thoughts keep me going when thoughts of you are too-ing and fro-ing they keep me going. Copyright © Sylvia Lukeman SylLukeman@aol.com Poets Who Care is an organisation whose motto is WORDS CAN HELP and whose aims are "charity fund raising and therapy through poetry". Over the last 25 years its founder, Merseyside poet Sylvia Lukeman and fellow writers have compiled more than 30 charity fund raising anthologies and audio cassettes of thought provoking poems by more than 400 poets. Some write for pleasure or even more important perhaps simply because writing has become therapy for them. Writers groups from all over the United kingdom have donated poems. For the last year many writers from all over the U.S.A have also been donating their verses because of an introduction over the Internet by 13 year old schoolboy poet Marc Waters from Maryland. In Winter 1998 Poets Who Care twinned with fellow writers in Tulsa Oklahoma, This vibrant talented group have added an exciting extra dimension to the work of Poets who Care. Sylvia was delighted to accept an invitation to Oklahoma, from their president, Alton Charles McCloud to meet the poets and work with them earlier this year. GIFTS of unused British and American postage stamps and donations made payable to THE BOOK FUND are always welcomed..These may be sent to Alton Charles McCloud, President of the North Tulsa Literary Guild,Inc., P.o. box #6221 Tulsa, Oklahoma 74148-0221,U.S.A. More details about our work may be obtained by sending an s.a.e. to POETS WHO CARE, P.O.B. 71, Woolton, Liverpool L25 5QP England. There has been a book of poems published called WITH MORE LOVE vol. 2 which has the poems of Sylvia Lukeman, Alton Charles McCloud. Edith Crompton and Helen Ross £3.20 or $5 once again payable to the BOOK FUND. Sylvia Lukeman is a reader for Merseyside Blind writers who meet at Henshaws Society for the Blind in Liverpool. She wrote the following poem about becoming blind in later years. A CHILD, A WOMAN AND A DOG CALLED HONEY As a child she ran and skipped even giggled when she tripped now she lives in a darkened world can't even see a flower unfurled as a child she watched both snow and rain loved to make tiny daisy chains now she just hears thunder and feels the sun and yet admits that a new life has begun for golden, agile Honey became her eyes warns her against both shock and surprise oh talented friend with silken coat and warm moist breath, your brought back life when she only wanted death Copyright © Sylvia Lukeman SylLukeman@aol.com Copyrighted poetry may not be copied, reproduced or used in any way without the express written permission of the author. Thank you for visiting my website. Please visit often since new poetry such as those above, written by talented authors, is being always being added. I bribe the authors. LOL Please vote for my pages by clicking on the little tab on the upper left hand side of any page of my site. 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