Short poems

Oath of man.

Oath of man.

15/02/18

Don’t bother with the oaths of men for matters of the heart.

Paper doesn’t charge, grow or alter for a start.

A promise meant is a promise kept and a forest grown is an ocean wept.

A mothers love.

A fathers oath.

They have them both.

They have them both.

© G.P Williamson 2018

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What do you want?

What do you want?

14th February 2018

A friend, a lover, a wife, a mother, a therapist, a husband, a rough night, a caring hand, dinner and a date, whipped cream and cake, frogs legs at a far away place.

After Eights on your pillow, a swinging bench and a weeping willow. A good conversation with lots of praise. Someone who listens beyond the end of days. Can laugh with, be funnier, prettier too….

….Strange all considering, all I wanted was you.

Someone to take the lead and be laid back. Make all the choices but not over react. Have responsibility and keep all your independence. Happy all the time and not dare once a grimace.

Do all the dishes, the garden the halls. Fix up the chimney the pipes and the walls. Go out to work and keep the home in laughter. Be a good dad and live happily ever after.

Someone who’s all things beyond end of days, someone who takes all and stays, stays and stays.

As long as you’re funnier, wittier, smarter too….. ..

….. Sad all considering all I wanted was you.

© G.P Williamson 2018

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lethality, a vicious fatality.

Lethality, a vicious fatality.

14th February 2018

Like a frightening form of greased lightning.

You stole my soul and birthed a pocket troll that made my whole world a completed goal.

Then another daughter to a father of a treasured feather lover.

Rekindled faith in human kind where a black mind resides behind the curtains of open lands in places I can’t find.

Unity the symbol of a snake eating its tail, ting yang balance and the relationship absails.

Pales in comparison to a million hues of colorful rainbows and there out the window like a stray balloon it goes…

I’ve tried every resource I’ve ever known.

You’re not lifting me up and that’s not home.

I’d turn two faced to a half mirror for a priceless artifact I can’t replace.

Drag that damn car from outer space with Primarks own make shoelaces but my children?

Touch once in the venomous tongue of evil and face the wrath of one movement, no pain just fast and lethal.

© G.P Williamson 2018

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Just Stay (Short)

 Just stay (Short)

14th February 2018

Just stay.

Stay out of the way.

Arguments come, they go.

Relationships fray.

Just stay.

Uneven carpets in uneven halls.

Cracks in broken, damaged walls.

Foundations strong, the cobbles sore.

Just stay.

Stay out of the way.

From eternity, just stay.

© G.P Williamson 2018

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Grab it and whisper.

Grab it and whisper.

18/02/18

The foolish bard drinks merrily the poison of desire.

No recollection of a future.

No marriage to impress.

No children who’d enquire.

My walked paths held holed shoes in my souls truth.

The whole truth walked in the souls earth.

What is this coat worth?

To grab it and whisper. “I’m sorry I kissed her”

Now you’ll claim die on the twitch of an eye on what else would I lie?

You’ll not trust as much as I said as such and now it’s just dust.

Goodbye to your touch.

For all that I had and all that I loved I wish I’d held on for the greater good.

Here take it – take my blood.

© G.P Williamson 2018

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My Fusion (Short)

My Fusion (Short)

24/02/18

Your clothes came off with cataclysmic audacity as you were born a new to my favourite fantasy.

Doorway shadows, no fear all care. Blankets of light through wavy hair.

Forgone conclusion.
Waking illusion.

Wish I could die inside this delusion.

© G.P Williamson 2018

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