Category Archives: love

A Kind of Coffee

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Fill up my coffee cup
With kindness
And I won’t miss my brew
I Fill up my coffee cup with you

Lines (between us, from me to you and you to me)

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You and I have drawn a line between us
From me to you
From you to me
Living our lives in perfect symmetry.

Red Lines
Partly Political
We don’t need them
Hot lines
To the Kremlin
We don’t heed them
Just one line joining me and you
Is what there is, straight and true.

Life is…

Life is...

Life is…

“Sometimes, ‘Life’ ‘is’ a roller-coaster.”
“Sometimes, life is just a broken toaster.”
I never wrote the first
But, it is reckoned (by me) that I
Wrote the second.

Or, if you look at things differently,
I did just write the first line;
But, I wasn’t the first to write it;
And, ‘I’ may as well own the second line;
As nobody else will care to claim it –
Or ‘dare to’ – a shame;
As it is rather a fine line
Between ‘life’ and ‘orate’
When even your auto-correct
Doesn’t want to co-operate;
I initially put ‘prate!’
Which is what I do…
On a regular basis.

How Goes The Day?

J. S. Goldsack

J. S. Goldsack

We talk via text

When apart

Each hard at work

But, taking a moment to touch

Across the miles.

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We think via empathy

And the pathway spanning my mind is a well worn route

From your crossings and recrossings;

You know the way.

But, sometimes, when apart, we wobble

Because, sometimes, we are human jellies

And it is what we do.

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Here, I say, never fear,

We shall be back in arms

Again

Soon, my dear.

Two Hearts Beat

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Two heart beats
As two hearts beat
In synchronous time
Together in more ways than one
could imagine.

For an instant
For all time
Fortune tellers
Fore-tell rhyme
and reason
For a woman of the moment
And a man for a season.

What all this means
I haven’t a clue
It’s just letters to words
And sentences
From me to you –
And when my sentence is due
to be passed
Let me be judged fairly
Let me be
And I shall
Until then
Be here with you.

Parallel Lines

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Parallel lines take me away from you
Parallel lines bring me back
I think that these rigid lines of commutication
And dis-communication
Have put me on the wrong track
Choo! Choo! Choo! Choose wisely
There’s no Second Class carriage, you see
Choo! Choo! Choo! Choose wisely
I’m still hoping that you keep on choosing me.

Penny For Your Thoughts

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If I had a penny… (well, for a start I wouldn’t be ‘penniless,’ but, that’s a story in itself – and for another time)… If I had a penny… I would be able to ask you for your thoughts – and be able to pay you for the pleasure of your innermost meanderings; and knowing you, as I do, I know that ‘you’ would ask for that payment upfront – and test the coin with a slick ‘bite’ and, maybe you would have a set of scientific scales about your person with which to check that the coin was within an acceptable degree of weight perfection – maybe.

But, I don’t have a penny; and, nothing is for free in your world.

So, we sit here in silence; while I try to look as if my mind has something interesting upon it, that you may be inquisitive about. I know that you have a whole pocketful of pennies; just one, transferred to my possession, would allow me to ask you ‘that’ question.

A penny for your thoughts?” I would say – casual, unaffected, just a caring friend wishing to share their concern for your silence and its cause.

That’s what I would say.

Another thing – as your name is ‘Penny,’ you might think that I was being flippant; that I was taking the proverbial out of you (which I do, far too often of late).

So, we sit here in silence.

And the silence drags.

And I have to say something – some thing.

But, don’t.

You start to pull at that wristband again; twisting its emotive words into a distorted message of concern.

I watch the detailed moments of an inconsequential action.

I consider them too deeply; associating the twisting with your tortured soul and the distortion with your mental anguish.

I was always one to over-analyse.

You always told me that.

You do realise that I have always loved you. Would do anything for you. Have taken breath from the air to keep alive – just for you.

You don’t even know that I am here – you have no eyes for me; no thoughts upon me; no pounding heart to me.

You are not someone who can love another; as they would love you; as they do love you; as I love you.

We keep the silence between us and just exist. Just.

If I died now – would you notice? Would you utter a brief requiem upon my passing? Would you break this vow of nothingness?

I won’t test this out to see the reality of it; unless you ask me to – as I said ‘anything!’

Time passes. You remain unchanged; whilst I age perceptibly. My youth leaves faint traces; my status as an elder forms lines upon my face.

-/-

I think that I must have slept; for upon opening my eyes, I understand the feeling that you had gone… to be a truth.