The Love Garden

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Permalink Reply by David Gould on February 14, 2009 at 2:36am

A Sunset for You

If I could sing a sunset
and see your own dear smile,
if I were alive and glowing
in hues of richest red,
if I could be the moored boats,
beneath your setting gaze,
if I could feel that sun’s warmth
reflected in your eyes.

If I was bold and could steal
just one solitary kiss
then I would gracefully sink and set
below my line till dawn.

David Gould © 1986

Permalink Reply by David Gould on February 14, 2009 at 2:37am

My Only True Love?

My only love was Tania
my little wild friend of the north.
She caught my breath, only
to release it all for fun
on mad hot summer days.
In the cool of the woods
we strayed till late
talking of things,
I don’t know
just things.

Each day we had joy
as we lazed in the park,
or joined in protests
we didn’t understand,
or just drank it all in,
innocent pleasures
the knowing smile
the pat on the hand
so it seemed
to us then
like love.

Then Tania, my lover died,
suddenly leaving me,
for no good reason
with an empty question
hanging where she was.
In the spring her grave
is covered in daffodils,
in the summer a shade
of roses hang. In autumn
the copper leaves blow
and winter freezes still.

David Gould © 1973

Permalink Reply by David Gould on February 14, 2009 at 2:38am

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........... `=(.. /.=` ........... just by being themselves.
............. `-;`.-' ............. You are such a person.
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Permalink Reply by David Gould on February 14, 2009 at 2:44am

Missed Opportunity

I saw her in a bus queue,
standing all alone,
starring vacant
as only women can
when mind is alert
but face
is deep
in thought
I saw her and I wished.

In that moment
I wanted.
I am not sure what,
but I wanted.
To breathe in her beauty?
To walk hand in hand?
To smell her scent?
To talk of trivia?
I am not sure what
but I wanted.

I rushed by
the vision stayed
imprinted
I should have stopped,
asked her name
offered a life
kissed sweetness
brought union
climaxed to joy
but I rushed by.

For I know too well
that beauty seen
crumbles
when some speak.
The crystal image
shatters
loosing form
and is gone.

But the vision lingers
heedless to my exorcism
a ghost
in my mind
to haunt the hidden thought
with wishes
unrequited.
She will stand
forever
for me
for a number 37 bus.

David Gould © 8th June 1981

Permalink Reply by David Gould on February 14, 2009 at 2:46am

You

Oh my lovely, young and wild,
throw passion, heaved smooth,
curves that fit, nestle and grow
fair sleep now, I hear you sigh.

Give me your kisses soft,
let me learn your mouth
and feel that delicious curve,
on a pillow in the dawn.

If I could retain the warmth
of that orgasmic breath
and the very sense of you
long after you were gone.

It is for you my heart groans,
and soreness of parting lingers,
the gap you leave behind you,
screams emptiness all around.

Deep within that secret you
I will still sing my song.
It is a seed that will blossom
when its time has come.

Then as the wave retires,
raking a pebbled beach,
again our senses will flower
and glow with inner light.

One day I may feel the wave,
break upon a distant shore.
But nowhere can I sing
this song I had with you.

David Gould © 1982

Permalink Reply by David Gould on February 14, 2009 at 2:49am

A New Friend

Across a crowded room our eyes
met briefly, a bond.
We spoke a little, I think
I seemed anxious to you
you seemed sad.

Thoughts followed your sadness
held, safe, a home.
Something wandering returned
so I left it with you
for a while.

Then you came to see me
to eat. To laugh. To share.
I found my other self
still safe with you
a guardian soul.

With anxiety over with
fun. joy and humour
before the Stag’s fire
you gave me back that part
nurtured and safe.

So I worked on
curious, waiting, unsure
of why you cared
of how you cared
and heard me through.

So then I held you
again, briefly, slowly,
I felt your velvet skin
nestled secure at last
not questioning my heart.

Somewhere souls are washed
in waterfalls of liquid fire
somewhere this battered me
will find another friend
but not like you.


29th December 1984 written and dedicated to my friend ‘J’ who borrowed my heart briefly.

Memo from ‘J’ : “You are a special person in this world – most of all, you are special to me.”
David Gould © 1984

Permalink Reply by David Gould on February 14, 2009 at 2:52am

To my Friend


I come empty,
Drained
Reluctant,
Unable to donate,
But your smile fills me
Thrills me
Regenerates me.
David © 1984

Permalink Reply by David Gould on February 14, 2009 at 2:56am

That Hurt

You will never see my face,
my real face hidden from you.
it is a face of love and care
but you chose not to look
to see,
to know.

You only saw the face I wore
to those outside the real me.
That face gives all it can
till it can no more.
They depart.
So do I.

Not a thought left behind
to those whose hearts you break
let them be, let them go
they don’t matter now.
They went.
So did I.

Dedicated to those that left me
and who will never know.

David Gould © 2000

Permalink Reply by David Gould on February 14, 2009 at 2:37am

Draft Notes On Love

From those deepest moments of joy
come the hopes of bold tomorrows.
Strengthened in the web we’re caught
connected to those closest to us.

Now here is life’s little secret told,
we have to let go those we hold,
for it is in the act of freeing them
that shows the bonds of love, so dear.

Take the darkest night of fear,
it is now safe once you are near.
Your steadying hand, your pulse
becomes my gentle rhythm in sleep.

David Gould © 7th October 1983

Permalink Reply by David Gould on February 14, 2009 at 2:54am

Ode to an Angel

Greetings gentle stranger, oh friend of mine
recall with me the night of Valentine
under your steady gaze
our friendship grew for two hundred days.

If we’d never met we’d have never known
a friendship like this in our walk alone
through life’s twisted sight
you have become my vision, my guiding light.

Mighty Saturn must have bent our road
finding another to carry the load.
Did our arms entwine, folding
and did we share that warmth of secrets encircling?

And to you my friend, are you mine?
Are you really so divine?
Let us celebrate our innocence
from all this world’s cruel pretence.

And my last pillow thought,
before my soul in sleep is caught,
be your smile, your words, your scent,
an Angel whom the gods have sent.


Written for a friend
1982

David © 1982

Permalink Reply by Michael Calkins(aka)LonelySoul on February 14, 2009 at 5:03am

Poetry moves me in many ways,as does love and music and dance...healing our souls every day with love