Poetry and Art by The Painting Poet
Recall the melody they played on strings
those sultry strings that echo tangos fall
My fallen heart revealed as lady sings
a song of love at end-of-summer ball
Vibrant ballgowns that rustle dancing rings
Amid the rings of painted beauties stall.
A stalling heart that sees the better things
the sweetest things as love I hear your call.
To say the words of thanks to you,
for guiding the pen across the page
and now its you that is our cue
as ink and paper our thoughts engage.
With smiles and words my gratitude,
to Peggy who inspired my dreams
a poet's verse, no attitude,
just thoughts with love and inky streams.
JF 01 May 2009
On moonlit nights she dances here,
her gypsy skirts that swirl with dreams,
my rhythmic dancer of heart's cheer,
entranced by silver starlight beams.
My lute that plays a merry tune,
romance the music, lady dance,
within our hearts, we sing the moon,
the magic love that we entrance.
JF 01 May 2009
Out of my mind in the mists of madness
in violet corsets that hold insanity
will my foolishness ever end?
Strangely mutated in unseasoned rain
as the sexless leeches, invade my thoughts
my rebirth to sanity is in vane.
Sorrowful mud is drying my fingers
as rabid knives pierce my lonely heart
I am aware of the pleasure in pain.
Hesitating in darkness before the light
so many roads invite me to follow
but they all lead to nowhere I need to be.
Her eyes watching as I wander in circles
aimlessly seeking with no yearning desire
to return to the sanctuary of her arms.
JF 01 May 2009
The floating words no longer shine of gold,
so deep beautiful sounds now lie in fear
as before, you're not the one for me to hold,
and your hands cannot dry a lonely tear.
The pain-filled eyes that once caused so much hurt,
have closed and in our silent fury drowned,
lost in love's sweet dream where we lie inert,
unlit thoughts have ceased to echo through the ground.
In lust we sated our desire's passion,
selfishly forgetting love in our greed,
lying here without truth or compassion,
a night of promise that failed to succeed.
The false embraces that revealed no trust,
as dawn approaches the dreams fade to dust.
JF 30 April 2009
In the green valleys that I wander in,
beside Welsh mountains where I long to be,
kin of mine shall meet with ancestral kin,
freely in the valleys where I am free.
Legend told in verse the way of legend,
kings and princes battled with English kings,
endless dream that portend the daylight's end
sings of love as the heart of beauty sings.
Dreamy thoughts of love can fill my daydream,
courting the eye of one who has me caught,
stream the babbling voices of mountain stream,
sort the first moment when my dreams she sought.
Here in my valleys, a heart's song to hear,
peer into me and in my dreams appear.
JF 29 April 2009
‘If a man should sleep upon Cader Idris, he shall wake up mad or a poet’ --- Welsh Legend
‘I knew I was mad, now I know why’ --- Jem
