SWEET KAREN
Whenever you are feeling
Sad and blue.
Please read this book I
Give to you.
For when the times seem
Sad and remorse.
The poems here in will set
You on a happier course.
The love I feel for you
Cannot really be heard.
But it will come through
In every line and word.
So this little book I
Give to you sweet Karen.
Just to let you know that
I always will be a-care-n.
C.D.RANSOM
HAVE NO FEARS
In the dead of night I
Sit dreaming of the
Lady I just met.
Knowing nothing about
Her at all I dare to
Dream again.
Dreams of possible love
And romance and tender
Understanding.
Love songs of yesterday
Pound through my head.
Fantasies running wild
And rampant through my
Heart.
The meeting for the
First date and I fall
Crest fallen.
Fear of togetherness
Again sounds its mighty
Ring.
For more than once I
Have dared to love and
Have died the death.
Maybe this will be the
Same as before.
Time upon time.
But have no fear,
Enjoy your time together.
Be it only a moment or
Forever.
Enjoy your time.
For love only grows from
A free heart and soul.
C.D.RANSOM
WORSHIP
My head is full of your name.
It rings like chruch bells.
Rebounding around the
Inner reaches of my being.
Touching all the places
With a glow of warmth
And hope,
That I felt might never
Be touched again.
Words fail to meet the
Feelings that I wish to
Express.
Tis likely it is only
My fantasies gorging
On the fields of my
Desires.
I do not care this time.
I am willing to let
Myself go.
To devour every pleasure
That can be obtained.
I might end with nothing
That I desire,
But every moment shall
Be lived to its utmost
Possibility.
For never have I held
Such beauty and sexual
Compatibility.
As one feels awed and
Humbled before works
Of great art,
So do I feel humbled
Before your very presence.
As the body is the temple
Of the being,
I wish to worship upon
Your temple with all the
Skills I have.
So in turn do I hope you
Feel the same way.
For without the lusty
Return of my ardent
Worship,
It is as chaff before
The wind.
Blown to nothingness
Of the great void.
C.D.RANSOM
FLOWING
I’m 31 and she’s 23.
I might fall in love.
Moans and sighs like
Water on wax.
Smooth and easy.
Minds flowing together
Like molten alloys.
With time,
We might be a river
Flowing into a sea
Of ecstasy.
The give and take
Like the tide of
That sea,
Ever flowing in
Unison together.
Flowing always even
In storms to end in
The bright calm seas
Of love,
And togetherness.
C.D.RANSOM
DEFINITE YES
I am thirty-one and
You are twenty-three.
Could it be that I
Might come to love thee?
The moans and sighs from
Our first kisses.
Made my blood boil like
A kettle when it hisses.
Analytical minds checking
Every action we take.
To be sure no mistakes
We will make,
With each new tender
Emotional advance.
I wonder if I now dare
To take the chance?
The answer is a difinite
Yes.
For this chance,
I can surly do no less.
C.D.RANSOM
CARS
As in the days of
Long ago.
I hope for the sound
Of a car.
In the yesterday it
Was a blue Volkswagon
I waited for.
In the days of now I
Pray for the yellow
Pinto.
I would deprive her of
What she must know.
But she would always
Wonder what might
Have been.
She might do what
Anyway.
I know I do.
C.D.RANSOM
THE WAR
Torn between the desires
To have you for myself
And wanting you to be
Free to chose between
Him and me,
Can I have the strength
To keep myself from
Pressuring you to my
Side?
They say all is fare in
Love and War,
Love is war sometimes
Too.
Ever is it war when two
Love one,
And the one loves the
Two,
But can not decide as
To which to choose.
So a war rages within
Myself also,
As what to do.
I have no answer.
C.D.RANSOM
PUFFS OF SMOKE
Ah my sweet Karen,
You are but a dream in
My life that didn’t
Become real.
As I sit and ponder
What might have been,
I realize that dreams
Are usually nothing
But pretty puffs of
Smoke.
Here but for the
Moment to be enjoyed
With childish delight.
And as the smoke leaves
My befuddled mind,
It does leave behind
The charred remains of
The dream that gave it
Birth.
C.D.RANSOM
SKY HIGH PIE
I know your love did
Not die.
It just took a plane
Into the sky.
I sit here wondering
Why.
You cut my heart like
A pie.
Cause a piece took
On high.
As you said good-bye.
C.D.RANSOM
ELSEWHERE
To almost fall in love
And lose it in a week.
Is this really possible
In so short a time?
It must be so,
For it happened to me.
A chance meeting that
Started out so well.
A meeting of the minds
And other things.
All too soon it began
To blossom into love.
But love cannot live
When it is being torn
In two.
An ending it must have,
So love can grow.
Sadly it will be grown
Elsewhere,
And not here.
C.D.RANSOM
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