A Lonely Yorkshireman

The contradicting ramblings of a sodding old fool

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Love-a-tee Bop

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Now listen here you lovely girl!

You have my soul,
I gave my heart
but if you hurt me,
do beware.

You love me, yes…
but doubt me too.
I am not HIM,
THEY are not you!
And this time really is unique.

So “Boo!” to all you doubt and bleugh!

Get over them,
the Johns of old.
I’ve been around the block I’m told,
does that mean I am blind to love?
I’m not!
As you will see my dove.

Sure as my belief in Him above
my feelings have ne’er been so strong.
I’ve loved, I’ve lost, I’ve married too,
not once I’ve longed
to touch, to kiss, to hold
a girl, friend and lover
like you.

Your beak so sharp,
your razor wit,
your awesome mind,
your skin so smooth,
your smile so bright,
your caring heart,
you tear my universe apart!

You float my boat.
You spin my top.
You tease me so.
Oiled lollipop!

So you take care o’er there my pear!
I love you now.
I love you then.
I love you more.
I’ll never stop!


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August 24, 2011 at 3:11 PM

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“Be patient!” she says when I loose my patience,
will be…
together one day!”
The waiting is driving me mad ’cause I want her.
I fear that another will steal her away!

She’s a flirt you see,
a tease of some skill,
and yet, come what may…
she’s proven she wants me and loves me indeed.

But she’s over tttthhhhheeeerrrreeee
and I’m over here.
It’s a catch 22,
a Pandora’s box,
compartmentally mental,
polka dot socks!

This crazy old life sits rocking
and giggling
and chuckling
…at me!

In two years time,
will she be?
Will we?
Oh please,
please tell,
impatiently yours…

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August 22, 2011 at 4:00 PM

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I flew into a hilly town
to see you once again.
The city streets were busy with
some redheads and their men.

Not empty as I’d once proposed
but filled with joy and glee.
Is this the ‘right side’ of the street..
I mean, politically?

A weekend spent adoring you.
You bought me champagne and shampoo.
Just can’t believe how fast time flew.
I’m here at work now, without you.

At night we talk ‘cross t’nternet line.
I see you smile, you hear me whine.
I miss you, yes, but don’t despair.
One day we’ll travel everywhere.

A year or so till we are one.
Our future life has now begun.
I’ll see you soon, come stay at mine.
I’ll get the chocolate and the wine.

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August 2, 2011 at 9:05 AM


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Blue skies, black,
grey and cloudy every day.
You’re here no more,
but with me still.
You packed your things,
you moved away and yet,
you move me every day.

You’re not just in my memory,
but here in music and in Glee.
My work gets done,
my art moves on.
As far as love…
my heart knows none
till you return to me one day.

I’ll see you soon.
I’ll travel far ‘cross seas of green
to Irish isle I’ve never seen.
The time must pass so quickly quick
that blinking twice will make it be.

Our tale of love and sacrifice
one day be told to little eyes.
At bedtime we’ll be called to bed
to once again recall the tale
of how our wedding came to be.

I yearn to touch your hands and face,
to leave this pale and lonely home
and make a home with you my friend.
But sacrifice will be our friend
till we’re together in the end.
Till day you ask to marry me.

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July 19, 2011 at 8:45 AM

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Thee flower

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A pretty little flower
I so would love to kiss.
It is not you,
but part of you,
a source of oral bliss.

A petal of perfection
you love to hide from me.
An orchid rare,
non derriere,
begs my close inspection.

I’d lay you down so gently
and make your petal bloom,
till fireworks
and rainbow clouds
dance madly round the room.

You’d moan and scream in pleasure with
waves of tingling spasm,
fluttering down from head to toe
in flowery tongue orgasm.

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July 7, 2011 at 10:16 AM

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In Love

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I am in love.

A glorious disease,
wonderous affliction,
a cool evening breeze.

She is perfection.

Exceedingly rare,
a jewel of a woman
with wild Irish hair.

I am addicted.

She haunts my thoughts.
My mind is in turmoil,
engagement ring bought.

She isn’t ready.

Her heart has to heal,
ring finger not empty.
I cannot steal.

She’ll haunt me forever when I stay behind.
My work and my travels will quiet my mind.
I’ll fly and go see her, now and again.
I hope she’ll stay true and not need other men.

If she finds another, then single I’ll stay.
Will work, be successful till very last day.
I’ll never be happy, a grumpy old man.
Till she comes to find me,
…or I go to take her,
one day we will be together forever
I’ll live,

An unfulfilled man.

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July 5, 2011 at 8:33 AM

In the Final Week

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Time has gone so fast my friend.
We have a week till journey ends
and new one sees the light of day.

You’re set to leave on Sunday dawn.
Not far away but out of reach,
to sun your lovely skin on’t beach.

A day away from you is hell,
but for the better you will go.
I think you love me… no… I know.

You are my everything you see,
my night and day, the soul in me.
I yearn for you eternally.

Please go my friend and heal your heart.
I guess that in the time apart we’ll see
if we are meant to be.

For me it’s over, deal is done.
There cannot ever be anyone
but you in me as I have seen
what love can be.

I’ll work,
I’ll strive to have success.
I’ll love my boy,
I’ll have him blessed.
I’ll tell him of my love for you.

He’ll understand
cause he is me.
He’ll love our children
that may be.
He’ll see my love
for you is true.

Above all…
He will love you
as I do.

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July 4, 2011 at 9:50 AM

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