What Men Really Want...

What Men Really Want…

Why must men insist and say

Care not for dress, throw wiles away

Who put it about, who heard it said

A man cares for the looks inside our heads?

But do they mean it, what they say?

Or is it an attempt to gain our bed?

They try to stay two steps ahead

Why must men persist and say…

A loving wife they wish to wed

To laugh and smile all the day

Intelligence should fill their head

Care not for dress, throw wiles away

It’s enough to make a girl see red

To find the original protégée.

Who thought enough to think of a way?

Who put it about, who made it said?

A girl is beautiful for skills she conveys

Not bosoms big, shining hair or lips of red

When that is true, I’ll seize the day

When a man cares for the looks inside our heads!

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Misericorde

Misericorde

The cord stretches tightly and binds us

Across the oceans and plains

No matter how far the distance finds us

The truth quite humbly remains

Like a song written just out of tempo

Echoing with a crazy beat

I carry your soul as a memento

Of times when loving was sweet

Sometimes I lay and reminisce

Of days when gentlemen called

Being courted and feted and kissed

It can’t be as good as recalled

So return, wayfaring stranger

Show compassion by staying your hand

Relieve me of my danger

I beg of you, answer my command

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As the Light Gently Creeps...

Light stretches across the corridor

It creeps gently towards my still body

I wait as it bridges the gap

Between time and nothingness

A warm feeling of peaceful seeps

Into my drowsy limbs

Laying languidly after loving

Sleep is minutes away

I struggle to keep my eyes open

Blinking, nodding, I can only watch

As the light gently creeps

Engulfing the two of us

I need to stop time here, now

Three magic words,

The spell is cast