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Time for sleep in Chateau Rogers but I thought I’d share this piece I found in my odds and ends files from 2009. I’d forgotten about this and even put it under ‘unfinished’.
I kinda like it.
Castles in the Sky.
.
Sometimes I sit outside on warm summer evenings
And I think such thoughts
Such sad painful thoughts
But I look above to heaven.
There are no gods there, but I see
Great castles in a pink puffed sky.
Figures in clouds
Holding hands
Princesses….and dragons
Those dragons. They burn. They hurl fire but they fade.
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And I see your face
Feel your fingers in mine
Just history now but I feel them still
And yes… tears come. Sobs from my heart.
At things lost. At memories.
An orange sun sinks in the sky
And I know you feel its warmth too
I feel it touching your skin, I touched it too
And a breeze gently stirs. Bending flowers before it
I feel it on my face, drying tears
Touching my lips, lips that kissed yours.
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But I sit here in this sadness
And I wring my hands in hope
That those days will come again
That my exile, my solitude will end
But for now. I will go. Try to forget.
But I feel that one day …
…one day I will return.
When dragon fire no longer
…. Will burn.
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Copyright Stan Rogers 2009.
The night is late, the streetlight glows softly orange
Through the slats of the apartment blinds
An old movie, black and white, plays softly
One she loves. Adding a gentle silver glow to the room
And in my lap, she lays sleeping, sharing our blanket
Sharing our life, sharing a heartbeat
… and sharing a dream
I love to watch her sleep
Gentle breathing, occasional snores
The odd sleep twitch and mumbled word
And I gaze at the one I know I love above all else
The only woman I know I can ever love
Over the years we have been apart many times
But we always find our way home to our love
… to each other
The only love we can know or desire
I feel my leg begin to tingle, pins and needles tingle
But I cannot move it, I cannot
To do so would spoil this perfect moment in time
And I won’t do that
All my love I see before me in this beautiful lady
Complete contentment and happiness
Wrapped in a huddle of blankets and in my arms
… as they gently encircle her warm shoulders
And although I know it can’t,
… I want this moment in time,
To never end, to last forever
Because I love her
I feel her gently stir, and I bend forward to kiss her cheek
A yawn, a smile on that sleepy face I know so well
A look of love in her eyes, such beautiful brown eyes
And that love is mirrored in mine
I love her
And in my love for her
… I am home.
© 2017 Stan M Rogers. All rights reserved.
You are beautiful my lover, my only lover
I watch the sunlight shine on your long blonde hair
As you lift that summer dress slowly over your head
Small crackles of static from your flowery summer dress
Long strands of hair static charged dance
Motes of dust swirl in the sunbeams around you
A halo of light, A smell of arousal is in the afternoon air
Your hair falls over those bare shoulders
Skin so soft, so enticing
I lean forward to gently kiss your neck
Lick the small freckles there, taste your salty sweat
As you smile that smile. That woman smile.
Mysterious and ancient. Simple but full of hidden suggestion.
A small sigh escapes you, and you bite your lower lip
It gets me every time … every time … arousal
I get a hint of your perfume, Anais Anais I think
And your skin, so soft, begs to be touched
So I run two fingers across your shoulder and down your arm
Across full breasts
Skin like cool silk under my fingertips
Her hair shines like gold in the afternoon sunlight as we lay back together.
‘’Now would be the ideal time to make love.’’
I smile at her suggestion
She knows I will not disagree.
And after
… we lay, basking in the late afternoon sunlight
Sweat slick bodies, a delightful red flush across her neck and breasts
And she grins
… ‘’You know your trouble Matt?’’
‘’ Which one Rommy? I possess a few.’’
We both know I am telling the truth.
… ‘’You are ugly Matt. But kinda cute ugly.’’
For that a butt slap is in order.
And after? … we doze until the sun goes down
I am in love with her
… she with me.
The world isn’t so bad.
© 2017 Stan M Rogers. All rights reserved.
Raven’s-wing black and lustrous as jet.
I long to touch your hair… inhale its scent
I want to run my fingers over your soft cheek.
Feel that smile I love with gentle fingertips
Kiss your waiting parted soft lips
Taste you.
I need to see past your eyes
Into that gentle immaculate soul.
Embrace your mind and discover it’s secrets
It’s kindness and it’s truth.
And I want you to know mine,
And let us share each other
Forever. As no other
As dawn comes, grey early morning light through a window
I want to waken beside you, touch that hair
Wake you to a day of knowing you are mine
As I am yours always. Kiss you awake with love
With care.With pleasure at your sleepy face
I think you will be at your most beautiful
In dawn’s grey light. In love warm sheets.
And walking, cold chill Sundays with Autumn leaves underfoot
Breath misting as we talk, hand in gloved hand.
Exploring our souls, discovering each other
Before coffee in a warm bistro
Smiles on latte frothed lips.
A kiss to taste it and its sweetness
And laughter at shared intimate jokes
Returning home to be alone. Apartment warmth, such pleasure
To run my fingers through that raven hair
To feel your want, your need, your love
Bright stars through the frost whitened windows
Our only light of choice
Let us reach out to those stars with joy. Let us love and be loving.
Let us be alive. And fear nothing.
©2009 Stan Rogers
Just a quick ditty for Day 28 of NaPoWriMo 2013.
Enjoy.…..
She’s a cutie
Such a beauty
Makes me go all rooty tooty.
For her smiles
I’d trek ten miles
I’d walk her down ten thousand aisles.
Makes my day
To hear her say
Make love to me. ‘Straight away.’
I love her kiss
Erotic bliss
There’s never one I want to miss
She tickles me
She teases me
And oh she so arouses me.
She can be sharp just like a knife
But I want her in my life
I’m so happy she’s my wife.
© 2013 Stan M Rogers. All rights reserved.
NaPoWriMo day 6 and today’s poem came to me early this morning. I am trying to write different styles of poetry for this month and today’s is mildly erotic. Enjoy.
Rain pattering on the window
The warm glow of streetlights on blinds
Warmth in bed
…
My loved one breathing softly beside me.
My outstretched hand on warm silky skin
A murmured sigh
Stoking her welcoming thigh
And she turns towards my gentle lips
…
Need for each other
Tongues intertwine as breathing gets faster
Passionate but whispered words of love
And passion joins hands with need
As we become one.
I try to touch every part of her
Our rhythm becomes one with the rain
Till we reach our joint crescendo
…
Caresses become slower
Breathing subsides.
Passion spent but love complete as
The night becomes still …
…
Rain pattering on the window
The warm glow of streetlights on blinds
Warmth in bed.
© 2013 Stan Rogers. All rights reserved.
Today’s poem is about helping my wife shop for shoes. It was inspired by her search for a pair of Crocs to wear to work yesterday. I also felt it was time for a bit of humour in my poetry which was also suggested by my baby. Enjoy.
Off all the things,
In all the world
I like to shop
With my girl
I give her aid
And helpful tips
But before the words
Have left my lips
I see my baby has a frown
My style comments?
They bring her down?
I tell her …”PINK?”
She says … “NO. BROWN!”
I say “With heels?”
She says “No, flat.”
“With a buckle?”
“No! A strap.”
It seems my help is all in vain
All my tips just end in pain.
So now she goes out all alone
And I get to stay at home
My tips on style and panache
May just as well
Go in the trash.
© 2013 Stan Rogers. All rights reserved.
In the darkness before sleep comes
When all is quiet, when I am alone.
I miss you.
In the morning, cold frosty and clear
Another day beginning.
I want you.
In the day. Blue sky. Hard at work
It seems so long
I dream of you.
And in the darkness again
Before sleep comes.
I need you…..
And always in days unending
When all seems so grey.
I love you.
© 2010 Stan Rogers. All rights reserved.
I’ve tasted the salt of your tears
Been there when you didn’t want me.
Held you when sleep wouldn’t come
And everything hurt
Touched you and whispered in nights silence
Kissed you in morning brightness
Welcomed you home. Said goodbye. Said hello
When you thought you were alone.
But you never were.
My arms were always there.
My kisses are ever for your sadness
Your need for love and dreams
And the world is always before us
It’s unfairness and sour unkindness
It’s dislike of us
Because…..just because
We dared to be alive … and in love.
We chose each other….we found our touchstone
Our chalice. Our reckoning.
Our love.
And far away.Listening to songs of stars and tears
Thinking of wine and roses
Thinking of your taste
Nights alone and far far away
Feeling your hands
And kisses when you thought I slept
On briefly known pillows
In such happiness.
© 2010 Stan Rogers. All rights reserved.
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