a long way

shoreline by c e ayr

a long way

it seems a long way

from that first glimpse
that sends the heart into somersaults
and causes the mind to reconsider
all its previous scepticism
about love at first sight

to when we walk together
on a soft shoreline
caressed by moonbeams
that coyly flirt
across the Mediterranean
a sea which awakens romance
even in this most unlikely of souls

and I am surprised
that your smile which
so enchants me
never leaves
even when you tell me
that you will

and now I understand
it is a long way

down

To hear the poet read his words please visit:
https://ceayr.com/2021/09/18/a-long-way/



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broken glass

artwork by phil burns

broken glass

while changing a light bulb
I dropped the old one on the floor
which is tiled

who knew so little glass
could cover so much ground

I swept up of course
carefully and methodically
until I had every last piece
or so I thought

I was smart enough
to wear flip-flops
and not go barefoot
as is my norm

and the first crunch
proved the wisdom
of that decision

it occurred to me then
that walking in my home
was painfully similar
to our relationship
where I am constantly
walking on broken glass

the difference is just this
the glass
doesn’t try to hurt me

To hear the poet read his words please visit:
https://ceayr.com/2021/09/11/broken-glass/

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le vent

east wind by c e ayr

le vent

the wind dances down
the valley of the Rhone
and kisses the Golfe du Lion
before turning eastward
and following the coast
to Medville

she comes in many forms
gentle soothing caressing
her lightness of touch
bringing welcome relief from summer heat
or
she arrives suddenly in anger
stripping the golden mimosa
blasting sand into the eyes
of beach-worshippers
hurling garden furniture into swimming pools
raging for three days and nights

which is why
although in French le vent is masculine
I cherish her in the depths of my soul
as a lady

but now
as weather patterns change
increasingly she blows from the east
from Italy and beyond
or from the south
carrying the dust of the Sahara

and as she meanders
further northward
she tugs at my memories
and tempts me
and my heart yearns to follow

To hear the poet read his words please visit:
https://ceayr.com/2021/07/24/le-vent/

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destiny

artwork by phil burns

destiny

moonbeams enchanted by the waves
evade the midnight sky
the sea restless yet unperturbed
blows gentle kisses to the shore

Orion pauses not in his pursuit
till morning shadows hide his prey
then he must wait for worlds to turn
to fulfil his destiny

and we in insignificance
pledge our eternal love
as though our brief time
on this sweet earth
has reason need or worth

To hear the poet read his words please visit:
https://ceayr.com/2021/07/17/destiny/

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in my dream

in my dream

in my dream
I walk
with the sun warm on my back
along a deserted soft pebble beach
where the Mediterranean
caresses the small stones
to the music of my soul

when I awake
the snow is gusting
in the bitter north-easterly
I find the kettle
for the warmth I crave

in my dream
papillons float gently
embracing the fragrance
of the fuschia-coloured flowers
whose name I have long forgotten
indifferent to all
except the murmur of the bees
which is music to my soul

when I awake
the clouds rest on the roof-tops
the snowflakes swoop
like demented butterflies
before driving determinedly
westward

in my dream
the aeroplane rises lazily
through the grey thickness
seeking and finding
the only thing
that finally
and abruptly
halts its progress

when I awake
I walk
with the sun warm on my back
along a deserted soft pebble beach
where the Mediterranean
caresses the small stones
to the music of my soul

forever…

To hear the poet read his words please visit:
https://ceayr.com/2021/07/04/in-my-dream/

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where Rabbie walked

Robert Burns by Phil Burns

where Rabbie walked

I want to walk where Rabbie walked
along sweet Afton’s braes
and dream the dreams that Mary dreamt
when on its grassy banks she lay

I want to go where Tam o’ Shanter went
when from Auld Ayr he rode
past Alloway’s grey kirkyard
to where the saving waters flowed

I want to walk the banks o Bonnie Doon
and hear the chant of little birds
to think about the poet’s life
and savour his immortal words

I want to think the thoughts that Rabbie did
as he watched a louse in a lady’s best kirk hat
he knew the truth about each person’s worth
a man’s a man for a’ that


To hear the poet read his words:
https://ceayr.com/2021/06/27/where-rabbie-walked/

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solitude

© c e ayr

solitude

there are those who do
and those who don’t
and those who dance together

and those who laugh
and those who lie
and those who love another

I stand apart
when I do or don’t
and I never dance at all

I laugh at
not with
I lie to
not beside
and I haven’t loved forever

I have just these words
my perfect rhymes
and the stories
no one reads

I am content in solitude
that’s why I walk alone
I have no need of others
if I can’t be with you

To hear the poet read his words:
https://ceayr.com/2021/06/19/solitude/

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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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