Poetry – I sense love

I sense love

Let me look at you

And feast my eyes.

Let your voice

Warm my heart,

Smell your scent

On every breeze,

Feel you

In my dreams,

And taste

The love between us.

Opher 26.4.2016

I sense love

It may only be endorphins playing havoc with the brain but love overpowers all the senses, heightens and elevates everything.

Never is the world so full of colour, the flowers so full of scent, the bed so soft or the mood so raised.

Love does this.

If we could only live each day in love there would be no war or hate. It melts everything negative into its warmth.

It fills the dreams with sweetness. It encompasses the whole world and wraps it in a hug.

Love is the antidote.

May it last forever.

Poetry – Sail Sweetly

Sail Sweetly

Sail sweetly through your dreams, my love,

Encased in the warmth of my embrace –

Surrounded in a golden cocoon

Of splendid caresses;

Safe within the refuge

Of my thoughts.

For the sweetness

That we shared

Has encircled us

In radiance sublime.

Opher 13.1.2016

Sail Sweetly

Love is what makes life splendid.

Perhaps it is hormonal? – Nothing but the flooding of the brain with neurochemicals? Perhaps it is merely a biological device to ensure pair-bonding, breeding and the care and upbringing of children? Perhaps we have no choice?

But then I am a romantic. I believe in love and friendship.

I feel that the feeling of being in love makes the whole world a better place.

Love is real.

There is nothing better than love.

The trouble with love is that it changes. That first madness of all-consuming passion gives way to less turbulent waters. Many leave the tranquillity of those calmer seas in search of the stormier tides – they become serial lovers. Yet I cannot help feeling sorry for them as they rush in search of their daily jag. They are missing the depth, the continuity and security of lasting love – it means more.

The beauty of love is that it is elevating, it makes one greater. There is a melding of minds, a growth of possibility.

Love creates the drive to nurture and protect. Lovers are immersed in each other and adrift from the world. They live in their own universe, safe within each other’s arms.

Poetry – It Must Be Love

It Must Be Love

Flooding chemistry,

Electricity flowing,

Hormones raging,

Emotions growing.

Hand in glove –

It must be love.

Centres firing,

Skin perspiring,

Full with energy,

Never tiring.

Hand in glove –

It must be love.

Forever laughing,

Often bathing,

Eyes connecting,

Soon to be expecting

Hand in glove –

It must be love.

Opher 13.12.2015

It Must Be Love

Love. What could be better?

Nothing makes you glow like love, puts colour in the world, and makes everything positive.

All the worries go. The whole universe becomes focussed on one person; someone you would willingly sacrifice yourself for.

It may all be chemistry in the brain, a mundane firing of neurones, a stimulation of nerve centres along with a concoction of hormones, but it is real. There is no excitement like it to bring you out in wide-eyed blushing, sweats and heart thumping ecstasy.

Love makes you feel good.

You fit together perfectly. No one else would ever do.

You want to be perfect for them.

To be with them makes everything perfect.

For love is pair-bonding. It is the prelude to family; the vehicle for selecting genes to merge with yours in progeny.

Love is biology.

Love is magic. Love is all you need.

Poetry – You Breathe My Breath

You Breathe My Breath

When you live with someone for nearly fifty years it is as though you are one. Everything about you has been affected, adjusted and adapted as you learn to rub along. There is compromise but there is also symbiosis.

You have, not only a shared past, but share visions for the future.

Everything we do has been refined as we learn from each other. Both of us would be the less if the other were not there.

We have someone to share stories, bounce ideas off, to lean on and gain perspective, to share wisdom and see more objectively.

Two heads are always better than one. We see things from different angles. We have different strengths, different weaknesses.

Together we are stronger, more confident and better.

You cannot reach so high when you haven’t got a steady shoulder to lean on.

I am a better person.

You Breathe My Breath

You breathe my breath.

You read my mind.

You share my dreams

And all we find.

You wonder with me

And are safe and sound.

In the flood of life

We’re on higher ground.

You’re my safety line

Whenever I fall

That voice of sense

For me to recall.

You’re my compass

And my steering wheel

My fulcrum point

That makes life real.

All I am

Is because of you

All I am

Is because of you

All I am

All I am

Opher 5.12.2015

Poetry – Long Live Love!

Long Live Love!

Well – being cynical, love is just a set of endorphins. Evolution has rewarded us with a euphoric brain chemistry for seeking out someone to pair our genes with. It is nature’s way of making us feel good. It is all in the name of procreating genes.

But then there are those that get rapturous and full of endorphins at the thought of God or Allah, to the point where they are perfectly willing to torture, kill and terrorise in his name.

As I am an antitheist who believes that religion is the cause of many of the world’s power struggles and creates too many floods of negative brain chemistry I will veer towards Love.

One life – no gods – no heavens – just a beautiful universe, endless wonder, creativity and love. It may only be brief, only chemistry, and ultimately without purpose, but I adore the endorphins! Long live love!

Long Live Love!

An endorphin rush flooding the brain,

With electrical excitement,

Transforming us to dopey eyes and tenderness.

Just nature’s way of rewarding us

For pairing up our genes,

To facilitate DNA’s togetherness.

Just chemistry


That same mad chemistry

That runs through mobs

Through the religious fanatic,

A neuronal surge

Of euphoria

Making intolerance automatic.

Yet for us who have no god

Who peer with ecstasy at the majesty

Of all that circles within and above;

No matter how brief,

How futile,

How insignificant,

I’ll settle for love.

Opher 1.10.2015

Poetry – I don’t promise you forever

I don’t promise you forever

All this romantic talk of forever is just a farce. We haven’t got forever; not even a mere hundred years.

Love is an emotion, an endorphin rush, a surge of brain chemistry. It comes out of attraction and serves a purpose. That purpose is to match our genes and produce children that transcend us or to create a bond with someone that is deep enough to see us through life’s hurdles.

I don’t hold with this romantic talk.

I’ll love you while the endorphins last and then we’ll see if we can still get along on friendship, trust, habit and mutual respect.

On the other hand I might just tell you that it’s forever. That sometimes helps.

I don’t promise you forever

I won’t promise you forever

That is much too long.

After the first billion years

We might not get along.

I won’t be loving you

When the stars all blink out.

You wouldn’t like it then

With just hydrogen about.

No, I’ll love you for a while

And then I’ll stop.

Even a thousand years

Would be over the top.

I won’t even promise you

A measly hundred more.

Long before then

I’d be heading out the door.

Ten more might reasonably

See us through.

I have a feeling that

Will just about do.

So I’ll love you while

The feelings last.

Probably until the end

And we’re both in the past.

Opher 11.9.2015

Poetry – Rock Your Spirit

Rock Your Spirit

I wanna rock your spirit.

I wanna rock your soul.

I wanna rock our love

Til we’re both whole.

I don’t wanna bitch

‘n I don’t aim to crawl.

I just wanna wrap you

In my Rock ‘n’ Roll

‘n Love you.

Opher 2.10.95

Rock Your Spirit

This was just a little love poem I put together to a little guitar riff I was hearing in my head. Love is great isn’t it? There’s nothing quite like it for filling the head with a warm glow. If you could take a picture inside your skull you’d probably find the whole cortex radiant with luminosity. It’s those endorphins causing all the neurons to fire – just a chemical high.

Music does that too. When you put the two together it’s double the effect!

I hope it doesn’t wear off after a mere fifty years?

Come So Close – an unabashed love poem

Come so close

Come so close that our blood and breath are one.

Share the moment of all time

As we melt into an ecstasy

That will consume our souls

With cool fire.


Come into my dreams until our lives are no longer ours

But a journey of shared wonder

In which we waft

Through green avenues

Of delight.


Come and synchronise your patterns with mine

Until we rise and fall

Through the same waves

On oceans of life.


Come and remove your skin and flesh

So that we touch

With depth and feeling

Far surpassing

The limits of our world.


Come and travel with me

Into a universe

Of amazement.

Lose yourself in me

And I will free myself in you

So close that we might touch the very stars.


Come my love

Come…. Come ………….Come.




Come so Close

This is an unabashed love poem. You can’t beat a love poem because love makes everything bright and new and endows our lives with hope.

To be in love raises all the senses to levels of excitement and floods the brain with endorphic ecstasy.

Nothing else matters.

What man could kill, maim or injure if he is truly in love? What a world we would inhabit if we could invent a love gun to blast the selfish into selflessness, the grimaces into smiles and hate to altruistic love.

What are the scientists playing at? Get building.

poetry – Love again and again – Because we know we can and we’re worth it.


Love again and again

It’s true. There’s no end to love. It’s infinite. It can blow you up.

Love is like hydrogen. It makes you float and it explodes in your brain.

It’s an anaesthetic

It banishes the dark.

It makes you laugh and it makes you cry

But it gets you high.

Love. Love. Love.

All the people and animals, trees and things I’ve loved and still do.

There’s no end. I’m never full.

There’s no loss with love – it’s all gain.

We can love an infinite number of times then do it all again.


Love again and again


It has no weight.

It has no size.

It’s antigravity

Built of sighs.


You carry it around

And it buoys you up

Making each sip

A whole full cup.


You can never have enough

But need never be afraid:

The more you give away,

The more you’ve made.


There’s no end to the people

You can give love to.

When you give it to them

They’ll give some to you.


It’s the kryptonite to hatred

The antidote to pain

Luckily we can fall in love

Again and again

And again

And again







Opher 12.12.2015