Handfast Pledge

My Beloved I give you my heart
To entwine with yours from this day
As we join and become one
My path will be beside you all the way

My Beloved I give you my honour
It is you My Beloved that I trust
As the years roll by our love will grow
Times change we together will never fall to dust

My Beloved I give you myself
In our joyous and blessed handfast
To souls in union, one ring binds us
A love never ending, all eternity we will last

My Beloved I give you my love
No conditions, it is yours for all time
Beside you and with you I want to be
Tenderness and grace our lives we entwine

My Beloved I give you all that I am
Precious and blessed by the Goddess above
Mind Body Spirit and Blood
One together bound in Her tender love

As we stand united amongst the Stones
There circle all around us, where we belong
My Beloved my dream lover
With you I am safe from the world's wrong

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Intuitive

Syllabic: in·tu·i·tive

Pronunciation: in-tyoo-i-tiv

Definition: 1. perceiving by intuition, as a person or the mind.
  2. perceived by, resulting from, or involving intuition: intuitive knowledge.
  3. having or possessing intuition: an intuitive person.
  4. capable of being perceived or known by intuition..

The senses we trust to keep us in tune
A touch can burn or it can caress
Sight and hearing give us the pleasures of
Art and music both joys of sweet tenderness

Smell and taste are both vital
Scents of flowers, tastes all so bitter sweet
The inner sense that I should rely on most
Intuitive trust myself I know my challenges I shall meet.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Williwaw

Syllabic: wil·li·waw

Pronunciation: wil-ee-waw

Definition: a violent squall that blows in near-polar latitudes, as in the Strait of Magellan, Alaska, and the Aleutian Islands.

The kids are screaming at each other again
"Give me back my ipod" yells one
So loud, its like a knife piercing the brain
The ipod found peace returns briefly to our home

All to soon the shouting starts once more
Constant bickering from morning 'til night is the scene
Its a war zone, an endless battle, a continuous williwaw
Oh the delights of being mum to a pair of teens.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Incompatible

Syllabic: in·com·pat·i.ble

Pronunciation: in-kuhm-pat-uh-buhl

Definition: not compatible; unable to exist together in harmony

Desire and lust were in control
Irrational urges, disregarding the reality
Logic went flying, fleeing from my brain
Satisfying my need, the only tranquility

Wrong so very wrong, believe you me
Nothing would change the one obvious fact
Like chalk and cheese, we were incompatible
It was all a dream, all a meaningless act.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Storm of Death

The air tastes fresh and clean after the storm
With skies still violent red in nature’s rage.
As clouds gather into a thunderous swarm
We rush to seek shelter from the carnage.

Who sees the butterfly, she’s lost alone,
A flutter of wings as rain starts once more.
She is battered by speed of the cyclone
Crushed, she falls down, dazed, helpless on the floor.

Flashes of blue, death comes in lightning’s strike
A soul claimed that instant by reaper’s hand.
A mere morsel speared upon icy spike
Did she see the vision of ethereal land?

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Rebellion

After weeks of stress and unstress,
losing it completely
I'm saying to hell with it
I WANT TO BREAK FREE.

No rhyme and no flow
(cover's ears of the Jeff)
and yes no bloody meter
I can be me.

A way with form
who gives a stuff
when words are what counts.

So keep the uniform
write me a damn sonnet
but not today
make it free, make it free.

Metaphors be damned
its all an oxymoron
today just let it be.

No scanning no beans
just words on paper in ink
and you bet ya ass
it feels good.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Gateway to the Skies

I see the gateway lit above the clouds
To worlds that lie beyond my dreaming eyes.
The place he waits for me.
His face behind soft billows of wisp shrouds
Until I take his hand and reach the skies
Then once more love is free.

And yet my dream is here beside me now
I feel his touch, I hear his voice and sigh
Why can’t I see you too?
Open space in heart as left beneath the bough
I do need you but I am left to cry
Because I ain’t got you.

I Love you dad

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.