I remember

Artwork by Phil Burns

I remember

I remember your lips
full and warm
always ready to curl into a smile
and eager to move into a kiss

I remember your eyes
dark and deep and shining
like the night sky filled with lights from other galaxies
through which you shared your soul
ancient and wise
in so many strange and wonderful ways

I remember your limbs
long slender shapely
and your curves
so feminine so enticing so enchanting
so you

I remember your hair
wild and untameable
even when
laughing
you tried to contain it
under my too big hat

I remember your art
that made melodies dance in the air
and your music
which painted magical images
of things past and still to come
and your written words
which I alone was privileged to see
and which touch me still

but apart from these few
small things
I remember
almost nothing
about you


To hear the poet read his words please visit:
https://ceayr.com/2021/06/12/i-remember/

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the colour of the universe

artwork by phil burns

the colour of the universe

when you think about it
the colour of the universe
is obvious

it must be a complex mix
of many things:
courage and cowardice
kindness and cruelty
pride and humility
certainty and indecision
harmony and conflict
intelligence and stupidity
and some more stupidity

add a sprinkle of warmth in winter
and rain in summer
and it is clear it must be serious
but with humour
robust
but comforting
like a kilt
or whisky

so what colour
could it possibly be
but tartan?

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remember

remember by c e ayr

remember

do you know what I remember best
she asks me with her famous smile
I feel it radiating through the phone
with her words that so beguile

it is hard for me to say I laugh
I have so many manly charms
but I guess that what you’ll say my love
is sleeping in my arms

her voice becomes a gentle tease
my senses reel my toes are curled
this is the woman I pursued
to the far side of the world

then hand in hand we stepped in
to where time flows endlessly
nor does time have a beginning
she taught this simple truth to me

though we are not together now
because of life and other reasons
we both know some things will never change
unlike Scotland’s fleeting seasons

she says yes that’s what I remember best
of all your many manly charms
I’m laughing now but it is true
I loved sleeping warm and comfortable safely in your arms

To hear the poet read his words:
https://ceayr.com/2021/05/15/remember/



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thoughts and fears

artwork by phil burns

thoughts and fears

between the dreams and memories
between the thoughts and fears
I hear the music of your love
as it whispers in my ears

the dog slumbers in the sunshine
beneath the dying pepper tree
as you once slept in my embrace
before you hungered to be free

now I’m stranded on the platform
as the train departs without me
to my surprise I understand
you no longer care about me

there are motorbikes and side-cars
and they’re travelling much too fast
under the goggles and the helmets
I see the faces of the past

in my heart the dust still lingers
in my life just wrecked despair
I drift in no direction
seeking one more breath of air

I search for what you left behind
when I drowned in distraught tears
between the dreams and memories
between the thoughts and fears

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spider gone

artwork by phil burns

spider gone

let me tell you about Susie
the little spider who has
since the days of confinement
all those months ago
made her home in a secluded corner
of my smallest room

when I returned
after spending August in Scotland
(here there is an excess of heat and tourists
and I am too cantankerous to suffer either willingly)
I was delighted to find her
still apparently thriving
but not significantly larger

so I was amazed and dismayed
one day to find
she had multiplied her size tenfold
or more probably been replaced

this newcomer was a more aggressive character
roaming the walls
with perceived immunity
and as I worried about Susie
(had he eaten her
as a friend suggested?)
I discovered I did not like him

so contrary to my normal philosophy
in a fit of vengeance
and with the aid of a drinking glass
and a postcard
portraying the red sandstone tenements
of Glasgow’s High Street
I captured him
and dropped him from my balcony
into the garden two floors below
where despite everything I hope he prospers

against all expectations
Susie returned the following day
perhaps wondering at the sudden disappearance
of her mother
who can tell

but now she has gone
with no explanation
indeed
without a word or sign
in much the same way
as you did
my love

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which way

© c e ayr

which way

I see donkeys in a field
and I wonder
are they happy
with the lives they lead

I suppose
that their choices
are limited

they eat grass
and like us
they look forward
to spring
probably with the same
twinkle
in their eyes

when I have
no more grass
from the greener side
to offer them
they lose interest
and wander off
in apparently random directions

which makes me realise
that much of my life
is like that

it makes little
or no difference
which way
I go

© c e ayr
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love story

artwork by phil burns

love story

sometimes a love story
is just that and no more
a love story
with no end

for me it was love
at first sight
although I never believed
in such a thing
until I saw the smile
in your eyes

you took a little longer
but I watched
with patience
as you grew to love me too

I was in no hurry
I knew already
that there would never be
anyone else
that you were not
my first love
but you would certainly
be my last

time has passed
and we still spend our lives
hand in hand
eye to eye
heart to heart
and every time we are apart
I miss you so much
it hurts

sometimes a love story
is just that and no more
a love story
with no end

Note:
If you would like to hear the poet read his words, please visit:
https://ceayr.com/2021/03/20/love-story/

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family

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Running Scared

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The little Giant

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