On Love's Wings

Without it, life is a drag
a dishrag of existence.
Care of you, love, just for me,
so that we last the distance.

I know our path lies beyond,
ever bonded, for all time.
Still I want the here and now
in love’s bough, is that a crime?

I have no magic potion,
just emotion, to hold you.
Without you, I am nothing,
on love’s wing, we’ll see it through.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Beautiful Agony

Lady lay safe in my arms
nothings harms, I watch you sigh.
a gentle touch on your skin
let me in and softly die.

Lady lay safe in my arms
loving charms sensual cry
lose control and let it go
caressing slow as we lie.

Lady lay safe in my arms
no alarms tell of your bliss
le petite mort comes again
With no pain in lover’s kiss.

Lady, lay safe in my arms,
stormy balms of love tonight.
Beautiful -- the agony
that sets you free in delight.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Spell Casting

I long to cast magic’s spell,
know thee well in autumn’s night.
A wish just for thee, my heart,
Cupid’s dart in love’s true light.

A cauldron of potions stew,
witch’s brew, reveal to thee,
and hold my love in thy sight,
Samhain light, for thee and me.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Spark the Flames

Each lesson learned is one small spark
that sets the mark of our flame,
Now our knowledge we should share,
with no care for love or fame.

Skills that die with their master
are forever lost to all,
one passed to another’s hand
to be candid, will remain.

Let your fire of wisdom shine
as those in line want to learn
and your light will always glow
above, below, the flames burn.

Quote Prompt: If you have knowledge, let others light their candle in it. (Margaret Fuller)

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Shades of Autumn

As autumn brings vibrant shades
the sun fades towards year’s end.
Trees of green now golden red,
their leaves shed and colours blend.

Nature’s brightest palette forms
in wind and storms over land,
inspired art in paint and ink
as minds think with fall at hand.

Bonfires and feasting begin,
err snowflakes spin the world white.
The end of one leads to new,
in winter’s view, land so bright.

We watch in awe and wonder,
hear the thunder, lightning bolt.
Yet feel delight of seasons
year’s reasons do not revolt.


Definition of err

Verb: to wander from a direct course at random

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Twenty One?

Title: Twenty One?

Form: Awdl Gywydd

Fireworks brighten the night sky,
reason why? To honour you.
I believe that to be so,
my nan’s show, surely it’s true.

Simply the best should be yours,
without pause for thought or chance.
My nan is special, no doubt,
so I’ll shout aloud or dance.

On paper and ink in quill
a poem will say with style
my wish of happy birthday
with word play to bring a smile.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Ravaged Ice

In winter’s claws, all is white
from frost’s bite and the snow.
Set the fire, love, in the hearth,
warm the bath, and feel love’s glow.

Toast me crumpets on the grate,
my hunger sate, watching dreams.
In the flames my thoughts of love
drift above to our loft’s beams.

Damask quilt that keeps us warm,
fingers trace form in lust’s vice.
Your passion melts my cold heart.
My love’s art has ravaged ice.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.