Sunday, June 21, 2009

the beast within

How can I quiet the restless beast that stirs inside me?
They say it shouldn’t be there, that I’m too old
and yet I feel its presence every day, and know its hunger
as it demands I feed it what it wants.

Demolition of its home began, a wrecking ball,
bulldozing chemicals, and radiation,
but still it raged from its safe haven in my brain
defying me to die to rid me of its lust.

It’s not a simple parasite, sometimes in exchange
it fires up creative powers that lead to writing verse
that people read and like, and thus it pays its way.
I circumvent its strength by insisting that my poems

have as their theme not lust but love, thus I hold the line
and use its mighty powers to contribute to mine!

© MM 22.6.2009

Saturday, June 20, 2009

seeing you

To see you is
to hear a symphony,
background music to a movie,
an aria from Puccini,
Lizst playing Rachmanninoff
for my ears only,
for my own private delight!
More joy is in the sight
than is conveyed
by all the celebrated
contents of the Louvre!
Who cares if I’m
the only one who sees you
in this way? My riches
are confirmed
each time I do.

© MM 19.6.2009

Friday, June 19, 2009

cuddling in the morning

the night’s for sleeping, when you’re our age,
but in the morning I’m aware of you,
warm and close beside me.
Hands begin a journey of affection
and lips give kisses as we wake
to our enjoyment of each other.
There’s no agenda for our cuddles.
We might just chat, or then again
we might begin a slow and tender
dance of love that ends, who knows?
perhaps in sweat and satisfaction.
Why else have a double bed,
And closeness to be shared,
in defiance of our ageing bodywork -–
maybe dented and rusty
but still able to take us on a delightful
journey of love!

© MM 4.3.2009

Monday, June 15, 2009

My policy on comments

I promise not to censor any comments unless they exceed the bounds of permissible publication. On this blog I will post poems about love; for a more general range of topics, including astronomy, see So if you have any thoughts about what I have written, share them!

words of love

These conversations are the consummation of our love!
Reading a book of verse, this thought flashed in my brain
as I compared the rich exchange of words and thoughts,
the easy intercourse of lovers who know each place to touch

and stroke and kiss with which our speech is filled.
Our hearts and minds entwine lasciviously, each familiar phrase
a sweet caress, each new idea an intimate thrust
that thrills our persons with both warmth and joy.

We bare ourselves to share a gentle ecstasy of verbal love
which we both long for and seek anew each day we live.
This intimacy that we share is private treasure
that together we can plunge in hands and lift

out heavy gleaming gold that’s hidden in our secret store.
Do you doubt that I so like this contact that I long for more?

examine all wavelengths

An old Chinese
spoke of a 'time of obedient ears'
when urgent messages of desire
no longer would be heard,
and there would be a time of peace
and quiet meditation.

I say, rats to that old sage!
My ears, and all my other senses
are tuned exquisitely to find faint signals,
swing their antennas to new coordinates,
eager to decode whatever comes
and respond with Love!

beautiful woman

You are the beautiful woman of my memories.
You are that woman for all time, in all circumstances.
I hear your voice, I see the beautiful woman I met
so many years ago.
I see you now and still I see that same woman I saw
the day I fell in love with you.
What does it mean, this emphasis on beauty?
A line of a song says all that's needed:–
"I'll go woo her for her beauty...she must answer yes or no".
That singer and I wooed because of perception,
of desire, of the need to merge with a woman
whose presence signals the need to seek a mate.
We call it love, and love there is, but something
deeper, molecular, genetic is its source
and the beauty that we see is only in our cells,
clothe it in poetry as we wish, it's not an abstract,
it's warm flesh and skin and itching in the heart
that draws our senses and speeds the pulse with joy.
I wonder, can you ever answer 'yes' or 'no'?

you are so wicked!

You are so wicked –
showing yourself as a woman
and always maddening me with impossible

Wanting what I can’t give, don’t have,
never letting up, knowing all
my secrets.

Being there so scantily dressed,
nipples so cheekily pointing
at my face!

And not only that, but standing there
with naked feet, beseeching eyes,
knowing my weakness.

So small, such power in your shape,
hips and waist sending flames of desire
across my hopeless brain!

When I embrace you I hold you
like a fragile flower, when in reality
what I want

is to join myself to you so intimately
no-one seeing us could tell where one ends
and the other begins,

I want to crush you into me with gentle hands
and me into you with love and lust
combined in sensual tenderness.

Merging, sharing, holding, kissing, stroking,
thrusting, entering, yielding
in one accord.

rendevous in Yass

A rendevous in Yass would be so good;
the chance to hold you close and love you
with my hands and mouth in sweet affection
to kiss your breasts and feet and thighs,
to rest my eager cock upon your belly’s warmth
ready for your parted thighs to invite again
to share your body’s femininity in
intimate caress.
My lips would know your nipples,
my tongue explore your sweetest parts
while you would return love for love
as both of us enjoyed the confirmation
of our affection and our sex in sharing
our trust and our delight in this caress!
As friends we’d fuck for fun
and if t’was less than perfect then we’d laugh
because we know that love like ours
can last for ever. Love holds us both safe
in its embrace and we are free to worship it
with all our hearts, and while we are still able
with our bodies, to reach for heaven
in each other’s arms.

that old magic

The old magic works,
the magic that I learned so painfully
through many years.
Who would have thought that after eighty years
the game could still be played,
the old rules still effective…?
I am not, never was, tall, handsome, or attractive
and so I had to learn a subtle mastery of words
to woo a woman and gain her interest.
It was my only asset, and it’s worked again
To bring a sweetly positive response
from a woman I admire in many ways.
Well, this does my self-esteem and ego good.
My joy is not in conquest, but much more modest –
recognition, acknowledgment that I’m worth knowing,
a counter to the underlying doubt
so many of us have about ourselves.

sonnet on the elixir of love

some people say I must have been endowed at birth
with plenty of ‘The Elixir of Love’
since I still practise in this delightful field
while he has surrendered it to Time.

The religious once wanted us to ‘populate the Earth’
and often said we were too eager –
men who wanted women all to yield
were to be curbed, hemmed in with moral rules,

and women were told to submit and not to seek –
the reason’s obvious, since human love
leaves that for gods or creeds right up the creek,
and priests to call in vain for help above.

So if you have the Elixir in your genes
seek love and joy by every possible means!

my desire for you

My desire for you as a woman
comes from the blood, bones, and flesh
a man always wants women,
from childhood to the oldest years
and mixed with this, impossible to separate,
my love for you as a person, as a friend,
as a being with a beautiful body
my hands cry out to touch, caress, and stroke.
You are a song that’s always in my brain,
a symphony from an orchestra unseen.
Your speaking voice sings to me,
even through the tiny speaker in my phone
with thrilling resonances that shiver up my spine!
You fit in my embrace with perfect size,
all woman, whose height and shape and curves
delight my every sense and thrill my heart
with the gifts you give me – of yourself!

sweet words

Darling, I speak to you in words of love
the sweetest ones I know, straight from my heart.
My hope (how much that word has passed between us!)
is that my message will be heard just as I send it,
a sort of prayer to gods of love that you will hear
and more important, know that I speak true.

Each poem that I write, inspired by you, your beauty
and the questing mind with whom I love to share
the thoughts, the clear originality, the jokes,
all join together to make me sure that you, yes you,
are the woman I want to spend heart’s time with
and hold in my embrace until the end of love and life.

what's it for?

men tend to be romantic about love
filled with unreal hopes and dreams.
Women are more practical –
after all, who’s left with the baby?
Men never think of this.
They want the woman,
possession of her body to satisfy
the urge of unseen genes .
Women need a safer place
to complete the program
laid down in their flesh.
Thus we stumble confused, uncertain,
towards our destiny
and our descendants.

reality reigns

Nothing that can happen
can diminish my love for you
and though I want to have you
and you show a thousand reasons
why now is not the time
and I have to cling to that one time
when at last I held you naked in my arms
once, one wonderful day,
you invited me to hold you there
just the same, on every day and every night
I feel the strong desire to lie with you
caress your body, your breasts, your thighs,
your back and legs and feet and belly,
and be for once your lover in the body
as men and women are made to be,
and millions do each day, kissing each other
with freedom and abandon in an ecstasy of love
this is what I want
but reality reigns, so on with life!

without love

without love we would be hopeless losers,
feeling betrayed by our bodies,
victims of bureaucrats and systems
that we cannot control or understand.
With love we can survive,
hold hands, kiss and hug, share what joys we have
from conversation, music, clouds, and learning
from questions that arise from many places
which we encounter with our desire to know,
our curiosity a pleasure that we share.
Love we can exchange and each be winners
since the more we give the more we have
but still we have to cope with those few people
who feel that we are doing wrong.
Luckily, their numbers are decreasing,
and the few remaining are just the rearguard
of a religious bigotry whose day is done.

love's our lasting treasure

most of the universe is empty vacuum
while between our bodies’ atoms we, too
are mostly emptiness, so science tells us.
but lack of love is greater emptiness
since love’s absence leaves a space
more lonely than the void between the stars.

to know you love and know you’re loved
fills all of life and all the world we know with light.
ephemera abound; a kiss can only last a finite time
and deepest intimacy is limited in time and space
while love itself will last for ever, providing
enduring warmth and comfort in our lives.

the goddess

This is my worship.
Symbols are out, cross, crescent, whatever, none fits.
Brightness there is, and light, and an idea,
A God made in the shape of Man - how else?
Look closer. It’s a Woman.

She I worship
Knowing Her qualities, nurturing, healing, growth and birth,
Caring, fruitfulness and love, all womanly
Strength within softness,
Delighting all my senses.

Men may create and build,
Fly through air and space, assembling theories, towers, x
Bridges, weapons, rockets, all sterile
Pyramids of futility,
Without Her flesh that lasts!

a lover's reflections

The Ancient Poet’s Reflections

You are so beautiful I just can’t understand
Why hordes of suitors and would-be lovers
Don’t make a fearsome barrier between us.
Surely you’re more than just a magic mirror
Reflecting what I want to see, me as a hero,
You as the grateful damsel in distress,
Me as a rescuing knight in shining armour,
You as the maiden being rescued from the dragon!
Oh yes, there’s more to it than that -
My need to be loved by women and to give love,
For instance, so strong at times that I’m
A hammer that hits my own thumb and hurts a lot.

love matters

Love matters

Science is great, exploration and discovery, new worlds:
music gives most of us pleasure, lightens our spirits:
art and good books delight many, even cold marble can
inspire admiration, dreams, erotic fantasies,
while good food and friendly company warm our being.

But none of these compare with Love. Love warms the heart
smooths the difficult path, eases pain of all kinds
lights the way and thaws cold blood, helps us withstand
whatever shocks an unfeeling world may throw our way,
and at its best opens a whole new world of ecstasy and joy.

What’s best about love is, no matter how much you give
you don’t run out. The more you can give the more you have.
Forget the fools and idiots who say that you can love just one,
no more. What a dreary world we’d have if that was so! –
all locked in pairs, or else alone – what kind of life is that?

No! Give Love, receive Love, enjoy Love with one or many
and pity the poor loser who chooses not to have any!

© MM 28.3.08

emeralds and roses

emeralds and roses

Flowers, jewels and dresses to enhance your beauty:
these are what I want to give to you,
tokens of my affection, my desire to share
friendship, ideas, and warm embraces.
Instead I give you poems.
Each one is as beautiful as I can shape it
though my jeweler’s skill at shaping ,
polishing, cutting the most brilliant facets
is more a craftsman’s than an artist’s.
Each finished gem, crude as it may be,
reflects the light of love
from sky and stars to shine into our eyes.

© MM 13.4.2009