Fay Slimm - Poems
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Poetry Series Fay Slimm - poems - Publication Date: 2010 Publisher: Poemhunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive Fay Slimm(Ageless.) I was born with poetry in my heart I imagine! ! For as long as I can remember I have been Journaling and keeping a record of thoughts and feelings about the world around me. I have lived in some of the most beautiful places in England and that has enhanced my gratitude for all things in nature. I am in love with more of life every day. Celebrate it all with me. Peace and joy. From Fay. www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 1 11/11 Chasing The Dream. Beware embracing with fervent desire a romantic involvement. It can enmesh worse than netting of steel, and curse flesh with fire. Emotion consumes, dictates every movement, lays bare vulnerability and exposes raw hearts. Life on knife-edge of sheer captivation, when started, can really excite. It enlightens each thought, yet passion betokens control, it demands more stimultation that often bewilders the soul. Chasing the dream requires taking a hold of the skirt of reality and flirting with something akin to voluntary insanity. It can rattle sensations like a canine shaking a bone. Vincibility bespeaks depth of personal need, it uncovers exposure to seeds of proneness. Love grips so tight it cleaves to the core, yet emotion augments as it elevates too. So, does this vigorous vivaciousness, this tempest of pure implication appeal dear to you? Fay Slimm www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 2 12/11 Sharing Earth-Space. Up close and tied tight to nature the worker or watcher becomes half-wild. Observing each detailed life of perhaps fish or bird begets changes and helps us to see like a child. Full on and in there the wonder of other than ' I' hits the senses, surprises us if understanding is sought then we begin reacting with awe. Living together and sharing earth-space with all kinds of natural things is exciting and will compel us to think more that all other earthlings count and are worth fighting for. Fay Slimm www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 3 A Haunt's Hush. Diamonds of creamed ............................... misty-pearl Hang in the dank air. Soundless, ................ the thick calm unfurls On every leaf there. The woodland bathes ................................ in the hush. Shadows are pregnant With wait, ............. while the deeps of lush Green sigh, ............................ and childlike I stand in awe, ............................. undisturbed. The hushed quiet seeps ..........................into my psyche. Nothing stirs to break ..................the awesome scene. Hauntingly placid, ............................ transcendent And spectred .......................... with sensation, This heals with a peace ................................ which stills My mind so serenely. Fay Slimm www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 4 A New You. Close your eyes and gently walk Down dreamy Memory Lane. Now stoop to pick and smell the flowers. Choose just short stays - or stay for hours! You're happy once again. You're YOU. Feel release right through your frame. Your heart begins to breathe. With stress gone, grasp this slower pace, Relax - you're in a different place And never want to leave. You're a new YOU. Examine what you feel right now. What words spring to your mind? Lightness? Freedom? Relief and Bliss? Remember these so you'll not miss The rescue you will find. You're a relaxed, new YOU. Envision your new rescued heart Which nothing can invade. This place to go when things are hard Will transform you, when once you start To value what you've made. You're a relaxed and happy new YOU. Fay Slimm www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 5 A Pure Love. As the snowdropp sea of glistening white Envelopes and amazes me, I, standing Here in a woodland clearing think of mighty Love. This waving scene of purity hangs It's every head of gleam shyly downward In a modest pose, but lift each face and Look at love so pure it takes us forward In accepting states of grace that random Fate never planned, but rather Godly love Created. They glow with light, and scented Subtly, are as fresh as dawn. Just above This ocean of delight hangs, relentless, January sky which now threatens rain. Pure love is snowdropp white and gives itself. I must away but I will come again To find a presence here which can be felt. Fay Slimm www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 6 A Reminder. A bunch of dried heather Now faded. Long dead, Still sits in a vase on A table. And My bed Faces it, surely I Must obey Reason And throw it, with mem'ries Away, then Move on. Fay Slimm www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 7 A Sanctuary Sight. I could take you, reader, to a quiet place Where sea meets sand, in secret beachy cove, And, sleeping there, a-sprawl in open spaces Lie a hundred seals or more in silent drove. The cliff-top watcher can but hardly count Their numbers, random sleepy bulks below Are motionless, until white pups, mounting Mother's slippery back expose stained yellow Underside and squeal with tiny lungs, crying Out for milk. All this seen from distant top Of perhaps two hundred feet. Flappers high Some now are fighting, raise huge heads, then flop Again to take more rest. This rare show, truly Free and unexpected, leaves me gasping In delight. What more exciting scene, blue Sky ceiling, and sudden sky-lark asking With a song, for early spring. The icing's On my cake with this Sanctuary sighting. Fay Slimm www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 8 A Waterway Walk. A sudden gust of misty breeze rushed in And left pinheads of wet on windblown hair. Though swans still floated in for late dinner I had to go and leave them mutely there. Such galleon-feathered whiteness, rare sight Which catches breath away, over twenty Swans together, gracing sunshine's last light, As clouds loomed in, dropping gloom again. Where better to see nature, - in array Along a lake or pond, where goose and duck Are searching now for nest-sites. Then they lay Their future broods that when once hatched will look For all the world like clockwork toys, darting, So alive to mothers' wings, thus fleeing harm. Around this watery world I walk, as part Of daily habit, - - to embrace it's calm. Fay Slimm www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 9 A White Fall. An overnight wonderland Has coated my windowpane Frostily, flakily white. So rarely enjoyed in rain- Sodden sea garden place This soft flossy snow I lightly Pace and experience before Noonday thaw. A vast virgin Blanket I must mark and stamp With happy delight urging To more, then bending, rolling And gath'ring round heads I Recall fond mem'ries with glee. Tray-gliding, snowsliding, eyes For white statue-men. This being Ten again's appealing to me.! Fay Slimm www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 10 A Windowpane Wait. Windy grey day blowing blue veins of rain. My windowpane-heart starts to weep, lonely For you. Then change of direction, and same Window is floating with buds of unknown Pink flowered hue. Is it bringing more news Perhaps of us two? Discerning connections I watch for sensation, 'though refusing To believe you are gone. Now yellows reflect A summertime-bright flash on my pane, love's Explosion brings flames of warmth, and at last You arrive. My window swings wide then 'bove Dark mists, lights with blazoning sun, gasping As whispered, long waited messages start, I run to your arms, and melt in your heart. Fay Slimm www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 11 A Winter-White Wish. Fierce, glittering winter-bright Moon, Lighting this white, mysterious world. Shine throughout night, he'll be home soon And need your lamp to keep unfurling Each rise and fall of glistening Snow-bound field and hidden lane. I'll stand with candle, - listening. Please guide his way back here again. Fay Slimm www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 12 A Beautiful Bonding. As the rose is joined for life to its stem, Is fed from its root, blazing colour to All who would look, the bond that is sending Such beauty into my life is with you. As we two blossom with colourful love And together feed from the same hearfelt Need to reach out and give, desire to prove Our devotion soars, and tenderly melts Any small doubts, satisfies us, knowing That beautiful bonding needs care, feeding With time and sweet words. Reflecting the glow Of destiny's banquet, we eat, no need To resist such fine feast. As the flowers, Such are we, - bonded, and so powerfully. Fay Slimm www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 13 A Birthright Heritage. We who proud belong Among the countrysiders Reckon we all see Such wonderful Complexity of life. Far from city lights, We witness every gleaming Sunbeam strike new growth In sacred things That spawn in grassy streams. Scent of early dew We smell in earthy springtime. Sights of nature's prize Buzzards, winging Skywards fill our eyes. Cygnets magic change Over time from brown to white. Dark flocks of starlings Noisy roost, but Delight us every nightime. We want no changes. Rivers run and must reach sea From moorland heights, walking Tall by birthright, Our heritage is free. Fay Slimm www.PoemHunter.com - The World's Poetry Archive 14 A Bit O' Fun! (For the girls) - Scene - Bedroom.