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Sylvia Lukeman

Velvety Rose Petals
Velvety rose petals, wet with summer rain
Brown eyes glistening, they've been crying again
Memories of things that used to be
Oh, what a bittersweet symphony.

Tracing her finger round the shape of his lips
Leaning forward, longing to be kissed
Teasing strands of her from her smiling face,
Yearning desperately for their first embrace.

She was bold, but shyness was her saviour
She never crossed the boundaries of good behaviour
Yet balancing precariously on her chair,
Wondering who would be the first to dare.
Velvety rose petals, wet with summer rain
Brown eyes glistening, they have been crying
A G A I N

Sylvia Lukeman

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He awoke in her a passion

Did you by any chance
Have time to glance
up at the sky?

there were clouds galore
on Heavens floor
and the moon was
surrounded with a Smokey haze

oh she was amazed
at the beauty
before her eyes

God's work should be familiar by now
and yet these days
she finds somehow
an extra dimension
a finer touch

colours missed
before a sweethearts touch
awoke in her a passion
a deep desire.

yes.. he had ignited
a flame
that lay asleep before
and will remain dormant
until they meet once more

and that chance would come
for plans had been made.

and that very day
could not come too soon
for her
their music can continue
to play

Sylvia Lukeman

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Fragile wings

Little dead fledgling
on the ground
you have found your release
now you may cease to worry,
now a flurry of feathers
fluttering in the wind,
as cars hurry by.
unseeing eyes face the sky
where you never had a chance
to try your fragile wings.

Sylvia Lukeman

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Human candle who warms my very soul

The human candle
who warms my very soul
the loving voice whose tender words
protect me from the cold.
the human pot of ink
in whom I can dip my troubled pen
and he will pull me from the brink
of danger and I need neither sway nor bend
or fear the chance that I may sink
for he is my love and my dearest friend.

Sylvia Lukeman
poets who care
Liverpool England

~~~~~~~~~~

Her loved one at an acrostical airport

A woman standing waiting
I n a dark secluded place
R elaxing only for a moment
P ulls a smile into her face.
O nly minutes now before her loved one will appear,
R ight into his sadness she will fling herself and
T ouch and taste the salt in his flowing tears.

Sylvia Lukeman
Poets Who Care
Liverpool England

~~~~~

Longing to see her beloved

L onging to be near him
O nly one thought on her mind
N ever wants to leave him
E ver and forever on her mind
L oving him so deeply
Y earning for his kiss

Only waiting to catch a glimpse of him
Finding it difficult to concentrate.
Her temperature is rising faster!
Not much longer must she wait.

She sees him running oh so quickly across the busy street....
HE'S HERE! NOW! BURSTING RIGHT THROUGH HER FRONT GATE!
It's as if her heart is bursting and her body trembles so
but her loved one knows this feeling
NOT much longer must she wait.

Sylvia Lukeman
Poets Who Care
Liverpool ENGLAND

This was written some time ago but I wanted to share it with some people who have now become buddies

No more words

I need no more words
to make me think of you
my dearest love,
and yet I need your
words more and more.
evoking images of sights
as yet unseen
and experienced by her
who so loves you..
you take me away
on a verbal magic carpet
a delicate coated unicorn-ride
over fields of indescribable
hues and perfumes
and most of all
images of you
who I need more
and more
and more.

~~~~~~~

Life saving beads

Thank you God for the gifts of words
for ideas, emotions and love-longing shared

If my beloved could not write of his love for me
how poverty stricken would my mind be

How much passion and delight can be conveyed
by a necklace of words that he has made

Lain gently round my neck and throat
those lifesaving beads keep me afloat

He paints pictures with words and tells of his love
and she thanks God for the gifts He bestowed from above.

Sylvia Lukeman

~~~~~~~

Jerusalem

Just 16 I was when first I met you,
Your arms opened wide to welcome me
No traveller could ever forget you
Oh City of joy and tragedy

Oh city of many contrasts
Your radiant beauty is so hard to describe
A warm sense of belonging
Welled up from deep inside me.

Subtle shades of beige and cream
A myriad of buildings old and new
A complexity of so many dreams
A meting pot -potion
Or maybe even an ethnic brew.

I followed in the steps of those
Who wandered in many paths of fear
You survived such persecution and yet
Your warmth is always there
to help to dry their troubled tears,

Sylvia Lukeman

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............ Green Magic

Sometimes there is a need
to stuff bitter memories
into a bottomless sack
throw them overboard
and wish they would never
come back
but what harm have the fish
done to me?

I would be sending them
indigestion for tea!
but the water-edge
is the place to be.
I so love water, you see.

Dipping my toes
into the gentle foam
cooled and sedated
sometimes exhilarated
by the magic
of cool green water.

I ought not to wander
too far and like the timid
L-plate bearer who must not take their car
too far, on its early journeys, I must not
lose control of my clutch.

But inevitably the adventurer in me
wants to sink my feet deeper and deeper
to discover how sweet it is to be seeped
in green water and feel the laughter within me

for water for me, is magic you see.
but I must step more carefully,
and remember to close my lips
take only gentle sips
from the waters gentle unseen lips,
lest I sink beneath the foam
and want to go scurrying home.

but I could not exchange
the wondrous range of sensations
from the mysterious magical water
the splash, the shiver, the quivering feelings.

no way will I leave my green magical loving
saviour, for the shallow waters
and dry, oh too safe existence
whose safety is more threatening
than the subtle fear of drowning
that sometimes can be found
in the clutches of my deep green lover's arms,

and he knows that I am charmed
and love him deeply.
so I will keep to tiptoeing
into the cool green and let myself
submerge in its water
And let its warmth
enfold me and
hope it will keep me afloat

Sylvia Lukeman

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As if in a trance
Sylvia Lukeman

A passer-by glimpses movement
through a window and he stops, entranced
before him on her own
a woman dances

She sways and seems as if in a trance
for in her mind she is not alone
the music gives her body the chance
and she is with the one she loves

The music in her mind gets stronger
and she moves in time...
and yet the beat grows even stronger
and her emotions reach a peak sublime

A passer-by glimpses movement
through a window and he stops, entranced
before him on her own
a woman dances and the dance goes on.

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Like Juliet kept so far
from her Romeo
so they too are kept apart,
like prisoners to Love.
Hands clutch prison bars
but they just touch their screens
feel close for just awhile.
Remains unseen
gentle smile
that this fragile contact
has unexpectedly provoked.
Hopes of future contact

keeps these two alert
and yet the emptiness
sometimes
becomes over powering.
Let us hope that these two
can soon be showering
each other with kisses
and words of love.
as Life allows us two to do.

Sylvia Lukeman c 2000

~~~~~~~

What should these lovers do?

I write of man and woman
and when perchance
their hearts collide.
should these lovers
continue their life
side by side?
lest one be afeared
and wish to run and hide.
what advice to give?
Oh! stay together!
do not give it thought
when love and passion
consumes,
cling together
for such happiness
cannot be bought.

Sylvia Lukeman

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