Another short poem dedicated to the love of my life, Ionia. Ionia inspires me in so very many ways. She is a truly remarkable woman.
My love,
Turns the dark into light,
Makes my world bright
My love,
Brings joy,
Where once there was sorrow
My love,
Makes this life worth living,
Where once I merely existed
My love,
Makes everything real,
Has taught me how to feel
My love,
Has taught me the meaning,
Of unconditional love
My love,
Makes me a better man
My love,
Makes me feel like,
The luckiest man alive
My love, is Ionia,
Always and forever.
That third stanza is great. Honestly, I think that’s the most powerful part of the whole poem.
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Thank you, Charles. I really appreciate that. I am not sure that I necessarily have the skills to pull these poems off, but I cannot help declaring my love.
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The trick is to not worry about skill and just write. Poetry is best from the heart.
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Well I can guarantee that this is straight from the heart.
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How are you awake right now? Is there even any sunlight over there?
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Yeh, didn’t get much sleep last night. Sun is up now. We watched the sunrise actually.
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And then you go back to bed?
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Sometimes 😉
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I didn’t say sleep. 😉
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Well in that case, yes we do go back to bed.
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So many lewd jokes and comments I could make.
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Oh please do. I am the lewd Englishman after all. This is the perfect blog for lewd comments, my friend.
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1. I could hear you guys from hear. Nice dismount.
2. The bed is only one of the many options.
3. I recommend Gatorade if you feel knackered.
4. What exactly is Spotted Dick?
5. And that’s seriously what fanny means over there? Oh my god, I thought it was a cute term for a person’s butt. Not that.
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Lol. Excellent, Charles. Although I do suspect your hearing is not that good. I love these. Thanks for keeping the lewdness going.
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It isn’t that good, but that says more about you than me. 😉
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Well, I have to confess there have been a number of complaints and fines. Still, little do we care.
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Didn’t know they fined for that.
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Oh, for making too much noise, absolutely. It could be the sound of breaking furniture and so on too. We do tend to get a little carried away on occasion.
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Beware the ceiling fan.
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Oh, that ceiling fan – so useful for the dove
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I only know that as a bird.
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It is also something else, but I shall not elaborate, not even I am that lewd.
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Surprising and good to know.
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Julian. Well done. Charles already got to the point I was going to make so I’ll just say you are a lucky man to love and be loved.
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Thank you so very much, John.
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In my humble opinion, the skill of a poet is fueling the poem with passion. If normally the poet stumbles with his words, his passion causes him to want to express what words are not fit to describe, and through his passion he rises to the challenge and succeeds in his attempt, this passion makes the poem so much more than just words.
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Thank you for that Chris. I agree with what you are saying. I tend to find that it is an outpouring of emotion, rather than a conscious effort to craft anything, although that is not to suggest that it doesn’t require any effort. It is from the heart, rather than the mind as such.
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You love her with both your heart and your mind, body and soul … lovely poem.
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I most certainly do. Thank you for your kind words.
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Whomever this woman is (I checked out her blog and she looks stuck up you should really consider me instead) she is extremely lucky to be loved by you, Englishman. Also, “fuck” just because you expect it.
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Fuck indeed. I am extremely lucky to be loved by her. I am the luckiest man in the world.
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Tell her that if she ever leaves you I will be there to comfort you. With open arms.
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And I will jump into those open arms and never leave them.
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Oh…well in that case. They’re open now. Also, you just professed your love to her and she has not even said she lives you back. So I will say it. I love you, fucking Englishman.
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And I fucking love you, woman, with all of my heart.
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That was hot
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So are you, baby.
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I just heard stomachs turning
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Me too, but little do I care.
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Aye, we are wrapped up in our own little world
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Wrapped up in each other at the present moment 😉
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Well you’re in me anyway
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One of my favourite places to be
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Like I’m letting you leave
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I have no desire to leave my warm, comfortable haven
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Stay with me in these blankies until tomorrow?
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Absolutely.
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Oh how sweet. It is so young and fresh. Delightful. You are doing very well with your poetry, Julian, and your inspiration is also remarkable. You two have the internet corner on romance 😉
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Just on romance, Susan? We were after nabbing the ones on erotica and porn too.
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Oh those are a given and were before you went into romance. I think you fell in lust first and then fell in love. Or maybe you fell in love and then got lusty. Either way…it is working for you.
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It so is working for us. Love is a wonderful thing. When you find that one person in the whole of the universe that can complete the whole of you, as you do for them.
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Ionia is a very lucky woman to be so loved by a hopeless romantic such as yourself. Beautiful poem Julian. 🙂
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Thank you for that Dom. I believe that I am the lucky one, to be loved by her 🙂
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