The Rising Of The Morning Star

The Morning Star Is Rising

To Expose That

Which Is Hidden

Behind A Poetic Veil

I Perceive The Faults

Within My Heart

I Perceive Imperfections

On My Soul

Yet In The Surrounds

Of My Mortal Being

I Perceive Love

That Is Open

To My Heart

I Seek Not Love

In Its Pristine Beauty

But Seek That Image

That Is Forever Upon My Mind

And Excites My Romantic Heart

I Fear Not Love

Nor Shrink From Love

For In A Heart

Such As Mine

I Know My Love

Will Come To Me

I Must Compose My Emotions

And Calm My Beating Heart

For The Present Is Mine

The Future Is Ours

The Past Is But

A Fading Star

To Self Destruct

Into A Black Hole

Destroying All

That Vexed The Heart

Of The One

Who Once Did Dare To Love

The Morning Star Has Risen

And Shines Her Light

Upon My Soul

Illuminating The Paths

Leading To The Worlds

Of Lovers Dreams

Worlds Where Lovers

Laughed And Strolled

With A Smile Upon

Your Angels Face

Your Lips Smiling

In Promises

Of Girlish Laughter

A Place Where Lovers

Stroll And Dream

Down An Avenue

Of Autumn Elms

Where Their Kiss

Is Blessed

By Autumns Leaves

Drifting On A Dying Breeze

Alas My Dream

Must Come To End

For Now

Within My Lovers Arms

I Spy

The Rising Of

The Morning Star


Posted by on June 22, 2017 in Uncategorized


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The Shadow Of My Love


Look Beside You

And You Will See

I Am Standing Beside You

I Am Your Shadow

I Am Holding Your Hand

For Now Your Heart

Is Truly Mine

The Minute You Walked

Into My Life

You Walked Into My Heart

I Can’t Explain

And Doubt You Will Ever Know

The Truth Of Our Love

You Have Crossed The Seas

I Have Crossed The Barriers

Of Times And Cultures

Now Just A Fleeting Moment

We Hold Each Other

In Hearts Of Love

You Made Me Cry

The Spirits Have Spoken

Rend The Lands Asunder

Roar In Savage Fury

The Spirits Of Our Lands

Are Within My Heart

A Dream ?

No Mi Amor

A Reality Of Life

That Plays

On Lovers Minds

Yet As You Know

For A Fleeting Moment

The Gods Of Love

Allowed Us

A Passing Glimpse

Into Our Past

Into Our Present

And Now Our Future

The Spirits Of The Lands

Have Spoken

Tear The Lands Asunder

But Believe In Me

Believe In Our Love

No Eternal God

No Earthly Spirit

Can Tear Our Love Asunder



Header picture courtesy of my Word Press Friend Jasmine


Posted by on June 9, 2017 in Uncategorized


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The Blood Within My Soul

My Love Crosses

All Times And Ages

I Fell Into Your Heart

And Bathed

In The Sparkling Waters

Of Your Emerald Eyes

I Feel The Rhythm

Of Your Heart Beat

I Feel Every Tingle

Of Passions

Within Your Tender Body

I Taste Your Love

Upon My Lips

A Kiss Taken From Lips

So Warm And Moist

Swollen With The Desire

Of Our Heated Love

You Watch My Every


You Are My Wild Rose

Of Forbidden Passion

I Take Your Heart

To Our Garden Of Love

And From The Bed

Of Passion

I Pick The Wildest Red Rose

That Grows There

The Very Blood

From My Heart


I Place The Red Rose

Into Your Soft Hands

And Watch Through Tears

Of Love

As My Rose Of Love

Drips Blood

Of The Deepest Purple

Unto Your Pale

Soft Hands

The Blood Of My Heart

From Red To Purple

Has Turned

And Now Weeps Openly

Upon Your Heart

That My Love

Is The Blood

Of My Very Existence

That Is The Blood

Of My Soul

You Have

The Purple Blood

Of My Soul


Posted by on June 9, 2017 in Uncategorized


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Once in a Celtic Dream

From The Depths Of Memories

Of My Mind

Beyond The Reaches

Of This Heart Of Love

My Soul Awakens

To A Different Life

In Distant Times

On Celtic Shores

I Hear the Plaintiff Cry

Of A Celtic Heart

Upon This Heart

Of An Ancient Moor

My Mind Wanders Back In Time

When First I Heard

The Melody Of Love

Floating On The Winds

Upon The Highest Hills And Crags

Of Rugged Irish Shores

Before The Suns Of Many Earths

Filled The Skies

Of All The Heavens

Before The Birth

Of My Very Soul

You Were Born

Unto My Heart To Linger There

And Nourish My Very Soul

With Eternal Love

Before My Ancient Eyes

I Behold The Beauty

Of My Youth

A Soft Gentle Face Haloed

By Golden Irish Curls

A Face Radiant

In The Love And Laughter

Of A Young Heart

I Held You In My Arms

And Felt The Pulsating Flow

Of Love Within Your Soul

We Kissed And Loved

Upon Those Irish Crags

And Shores

We Danced

Beneath The Moon

To The Music Of The Waves

Serenading The Rhythm

Of The Union Of Our Hearts

I Watched Your Passions

Rise And fall

And In The Final Throes

Of Ancient Love

Of Long Ago

To The Sound Of Crashing Waves

I Tasted The Celtic Water

Of True Irish Love

Alas Was But A Memory

A Memory Of Another Life

So Long Ago

When Once Upon A Foreign Shore

A Celtic Heart Dared

To Love

This Warrior Moor

Header picture courtesy of my Word Press Friend Jasmine


Posted by on May 13, 2017 in Uncategorized



One Moment in Time


Every Time You Look

With Eyes Of Love

You Will Find Me

In Your Thoughts

And In Your Dreams

For I Am

The Teardrop

Of Love

Within Your Eyes

I Seek Not Love

In The Internal Bounds

Of Earthly Horizons

But Seek Beyond

The Spiritual Realms

Of Eternal Love

My Love Lies Dormant

Within My Heart

Awaiting The Dawning

Of A New Beginning

I Am The Teardrop

In Your Eye

Who Loves You


And My Heart

Surely Will

I Do Not Dwell

In A Palace

Of Golden Splendour

But Dwell Within

My Heart Of Love

Let Not My Dreams

Of Love

Turn To Nightmares

Of Despair

Speak The Words

Of Love

And Let My Heart Hear

That You Truly Care

Take My Hand My Darling

And Hold My Heart

With Tender Care

Come Dwell

Within My Palace

Of Love And Romance

There Within To Dance

The Eternal Dance

Of Love

Beneath The Never Waning Moons

Of Lover Night Time Skies

Every Time You Look For Me

You Will Find Me

For I Am The Teardrop

Of Love

That Rests

In The Corner

Of Your Eye

My Love Is Yours


For I Can Only Love

The One

Within My Soul


Header picture courtesy of my Word Press Friend Jasmine


Posted by on May 7, 2017 in Uncategorized


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The Sparkle Of A Smile

How Did A Smile

Make My Heart

Miss A Beat

How Did A Smile

Cover My Mind

And Caress Me

In My Sleep

Your Love

So Free Open

 And Beautiful

As Butterfly Wings

It Landed

Upon My Heart

Love Is So Fragile

Yet You Floated

Into My Heart

And Settled In My Dreams

To Awaken A Soul

I See the Sparkle

Of Love

Within Your Eyes

And Hear

Within Your Voice

Your Gentle Song

Like A Thousand Tiny Angels

Singing Into My Heart

Their Melody

Of Love

My Heart Is Hurt

Yet Gentle

With Love

A Love Open And Free

Your Soft Eyes

Saw Into My Heart

You Are An Angel

Of A Lovers Dream

And In My Dreams

You Still Hold Me

In Your Heart

Why Is True Love Blind

All Diamonds

Do Not Sparkle

But Within Their Heart

Is The Brilliance

Of The Core

The Brilliance Of Their Shining

Their Very Heart And You My Love 

Your Memory

Is The Very Soul

Of My Heart





Posted by on May 2, 2017 in Uncategorized


A Bushmans Memory Of Love

On A Lonely Hill Top High

I Chanced Upon A Mountain Cabin

Where Gullies Meet The Mountains

And Mountains Reach The Sky

Beneath The Starlit Southern Cross

In The Darkness Of The Night

Stands A Lonely Rough Log Cabin

Holding Secrets Of A Past

Once The Refuge Of A Bushman

A Home Amongst The Eucalypt

And Ghost Gums

Standing Majestic And Regal

As Sentinels Standing Tall

The Door Was Always Open

The Fire Within

The Stone Earth Hearth

Always Burning Bright

The Warmth Within

The Old Log Cabin

Was Always A Welcome Sight

For Those Who Strayed

From Life’s Past

Within The Darkness

Of The Night

Around The Nightly Fire

The Old Man Would Regale

His Past

And Entrance You

With Story’s Of His Life

Story’s As Seen

Through Eyes Dimmed With Age

And A Memory As Young

As Yesterdays Dawn

Story’s Of Wars And Adventures

In Distant Lands And Foreign Shores

Tell Tales With Quotes

Of Ancient Times

And Lives Long Past

The Songs He Sang

Had A Melancholic Air

Of Love

The Words He Spoke

The Words He Wrote

Had No Rhyme

Nor Had No Reason

But The Rhythm Of His World

Was Felt Upon Your Heart

And As The Night Grew Tired

The Question Of Love Evoked

And Coldness Pervaded

The Old Rough Hut

The Coldness Of An Old Mans

Broken Heart

The Silence Within

Unspoken Words

Faded As The Old Man

Retired To His Dreaming

And Somewhere

In Australia’s Past

An Old Bushman Gave Up The Ghost

On A Lonely Hill Top Line

Where Gullies Meet The Mountains

And Mountains Reach The Sky

Beneath The Southern Cross

In The Darkness

Of A Star Lit Night

Stands A Lonely Bushman’s Gravestone

Beside A Rough Log Cabin

The Door Is Always Open

The Fire Within The Old Stone Hearth

Has Now Grown Cold

And In The Stillness

Of The Night

The Walls Still Echo The Stories

Of An Old Man’s Past

And If Perchance

Your Mind Does Wander

And You Hear The Eerie Cry

Of A Wild Dingo Or A Mopoke

And Your Thoughts Wander

And You Start To Ponder

Of An Old Man’s Love

The Cabin Takes On

An Eerie Gloomy Chill

For Words Of Love

Were Never Spoken

For In Death

In Old Man’s Heart

The Words Of Love

Died And Grew Cold

As Cold As The Embers

Of A Fire

Which Once Burnt Bright


Posted by on April 11, 2017 in Uncategorized



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