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Poetry – Your Love is Like a Puppy Dog

Posted on January 7, 2021 by Opher

Your Love is Like a Puppy Dog

Your love follows me home and pounces upon me in my sleep.

It’s so full of excitement its nose quivers.

It has big soft eyes a cold wet snout.

It chews my slippers

And has never apologised once.

Your love has a tail that wags so hard that its eyes jiggle in its head.

It constantly demands attention

And licks my face as if it were an ice-cream cone.

I’d put it on a lead and train it

But it’s too young and boisterous to restrain.

So it follows me around all day

Panting on my breakfast and drooling in my soup.

It has a cuddly fluffy coat and ridiculous floppy ears.

We gambol in the park.

I throw sticks to it

And it bounds and lollops delightedly,

Unexpectedly jumping up to clumsily crush my most sensitive areas,

Your love is like a puppy dog

Lapping up my tea.

I am waiting for it to use its fangs on me.

Opher 15.7.96

Your Love is Like a Puppy Dog

Your Love is Like a Puppy Dog – a poem about love with teeth!

Love makes you daft. It brings out the silliness. It gambols and prances in a world of its own. Love is lost in ecstasy and delight. Love is discovery. Love is insulating into a bubble that cuts you off from everything else, a feeling that unleashes contentment and anxiety in equal measure.

Love usually changes and comes back to bite you.

Poetry – You

Posted on January 6, 2021 by Opher

You

When I wake in the morning

The air is sweet with dreams.

The light from the window is crystallised through diamond images of you.

I breathe you in through the pores in my skin;

The freshness

The brightness

Of you.

You are the colours of my world,

The scent upon my breeze,

The essence that binds all things together,

The hum within the leaves.

Nothing would be real without you.

I know that would be true.

If you were to leave

I would just drop through

And moulder in drab dungeons

Through an eternity of grey

Wallowing in emptiness

Through each and every day.

I have to have you near me

Nothing else will do:

Your scent, your colour

The wonder that is you.

Opher August 4th 1995

You

This is a poem to the mystical woman whose love holds the universe together and gives it meaning. She is not real; no goddess to be worshipped. She is the purpose in life, the muse and meaning.

The atoms are tiny particles floating in space. The distance between their nuclei is so vast that when two solids, with their zillions of atoms hit one another, there is no contact of solid against solid. Without the forces they produce around their nuclei solids would slide through each other; we would drop through the floor and slide through space.

Love gives life meaning and makes it real. Without love it is nothing.

This is also a love poem to my special person who has made my life so much more real and made me a better person.

Poetry – PSYCHOLOGICAL DUST

Posted on December 30, 2020 by Opher

PSYCHOLOGICAL DUST

One day xenophobia

will begin to rust.

People will smile

and help each other

And fall about in lust

They’ll make the world a better place

Solve every problem — just

And hate and war

And nastiness

Will become

Psychological

Dust

OPHER 11.5.98

It is a lovely thought to imagine that one day this turbulent species of ours will mature, that all the stupidity of violence, hatred, racism, sexism and war will be consigned to the history books.

Instead of being directed by selfish greed we will build a new future of love, harmony and peace. We will live sustainably and at peace with the rest of nature and no longer feel pleasure at other creatures pain.

We can all dream.

It is a vision worth working towards.

I wrote this poem in the hopes that the future will only contain the psychological fossils of all the nasty things. Hatred and cruelty will be psychological dust in the human psyche. Their memory will be so faint that there will nothing of their form left.

We will all be the happier.

I work towards creating psychological dust.

Poetry – ORBITING YOUR BEAUTY

Posted on December 26, 2020 by Opher

ORBITING YOUR BEAUTY

The universe conspires to bring me to you

The chaos of a butterfly’s wing

Creates a breeze that wafts your scent to me

Generates a hurricane

That rips through the fabric of my dreams

And I am trapped

In orbit around your beauty

Like a satellite who cannot escape the pull of your allure.

Every road leads to the lake

Every journey takes me to the sea

Every action becomes another rivulet

Every breath escapes as a waterfall

Even my thoughts become cascading rapids

That suck me into the whirlpool of your love

You are the water I would sip

Without which there is no life.

I cannot escape you

The stars, the sun, the earth

The air I breathe

The light that reveals the world

Every song; every word

All things that live and dream

Every colour; every note

They are merely there to guide me home

For nothing could exist

If you were not there.

I am not real without you.

Opher 18.10.95

This is a poem for a special person whose metaphorical wings have beaten in my universe for nearly fifty years.

You can’t beat love. Nothing beats love. Each second is made brighter by it; each moment richer.

Chance brings you together. Serendipity gathers you in and you are hooked. Everything has purpose and the purpose is love.

It is nectar on the lips, soft glows in the eyes and blood that sings.

I wrote this for my lady who is the fusion in my reactor.

Today’s Music to keep me SsSSAAaANnNnnEeEE in Isolation – Love – Forever Changes

Posted on December 7, 2020 by Opher

They were a great band to see live. Arthur Lee was a character. Such a beautiful album.

Poetry – Wishes

Posted on December 3, 2020 by Opher

Wishes

I wish you sunset skies

And golden dreams

Warm fires to cuddle by

Arms and lips

And love enough

To weather the roughest storms

I wish that you should know

When not to speak

And when to say sorry

And where to find the love you hid

For when the winter is harsh

And I wish that you

Should always feel

For each other

The way you do today.

Opher 13.6.97

I wrote this for some friends of mine who were getting married. Marriage is a time of great hope and optimism. With a head full of endorphins we set off down the road to the rest of our lives.

For some it is a journey that ends in separation. As the endorphins evaporate so does the love. We are biologically programmed to stay together for around seven years – long enough to raise children through the dangerous years.

But for many others of us the fading of endorphins in not an end. We develop something different that is based on a different love. We learn to love and cherish each other in a different way. It is not the heady feeling of being ‘in love’ but it is something even more worthwhile. That is what I wished for my friends.

Fifty three years ago

A young lad pulled up outside a house.

It was mid-summer,

The warm sun still shone brightly in the evening.

He sat for a moment calming himself,

A fluttering in his belly,

A nervous heartbeat,

A sense of dread,

Yet also excitement, expectation and anticipation.

He took a breath,

Opened the door,

Climbed out and walked up the short drive.

All around the world was glowing,

New and confident,

Bright and welcoming,

Promising.

He rang the bell

And there you were;

Dressed in that short summer dress of very pale white and blue,

Long dark wavy hair falling across your shoulders and down your back.

A broad nervous smile, eyes glinting in the sun.

You grinned at me

And I grinned at you.

You closed the door and we set off.

Opher – 24.10.2020

I was on my daily walk, thinking back over these last fifty three years. I can still remember that first day.

The kindling we laid blazed and the fire still burns.

Love

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