James Larkhill - Poetry

Poem of the Week

2011-12-24T13:45:00.000-08:00

The Cure

Sitting in the doctors feeling kind of low
I don't know what to do my aching pain won't go.

I took my course of tablets
I took them twice a day
but I think the Karma got me
and now I have to pay.

They can't find no ailment
and are a loss to see
that the problem isn't physical,
its caused by you and me.

For all I done and all I gave
you took and played away
and now my days are numbered
I ain't got no will to play.

I am truly broken
my heart is torn to bits
and whatever the doctor says,
can it ever be fixed?

I don't need no medication
I just need your love,
because you are heaven sent,
my angel from above.

I'm feeling kind of better you're fast to ease the pain
for now we're back together our love will surely reign.

Poem of the Week

2011-11-01T15:28:00.000-07:00

Free to Love

This love has no bars
it only has guitars.

This love has no distrust
it only has trust.

This love has no fear
together anything is possible.

This love has no doubt
our belief will rule that out.

This love is our love
a love that conquers all,
for it will last forever
no challenge is to small.

Poem of The Week

2011-11-01T15:13:00.000-07:00

Brand New Love

You make me feel brand new.
You are my morning dew.

The agony we've been through
makes our love so strong and true.

Together we are an army
defending what we have.

As we invade our destiny
and secure forbidden ground
our hearts will burn as one
and be forever bound.
.

Poem of The Week

2011-11-01T14:50:00.000-07:00

Modern Day Lovers

Romeo and Juliet a couple from the past
are to be replaced by a new love, such a refreshing blast.

This new love is a tragedy where fate d'oth reign supreme
For he shall have his princess as his future loving Queen.

No one can break their spirit no evil will deter,
for destiny is golden and written in the air.

Poem Of The Week

2011-09-04T06:00:00.000-07:00

The Hurt of Deceit

I never felt so low
I never felt so hurt
A dagger in my heart
A dagger thought my mind

So I hope you see a rainbow through your cheating deed
For I will never trust and love for I have been deceived

It may not matter to you that we are done and through
but I can't take the pain away it stays with me it burns away

Oh you should feel the guilt for you have let me down
and why you took this path I will never know

God take me to a new place where this I will forget
for I cant lose the memories I really can't forget

The Saphire of Love

2011-08-21T11:35:00.000-07:00

When I make you mine with a saphire ring our passion will be the real thing.
W'ell dine on love and drink champagne as we dance along the lovers lane.

I'll play a tune on your heart strings and send you all the good things.

So let the troubles go away for our time will be our sunny day.

Poem of the Week

2011-07-06T11:32:00.000-07:00

Hold me.

Hug me and feel me there
Hug me cause I really care

Hug me when you are so blue
Hug me for this love so true

Bind with me and lets entwine
Bind with me it is divine

Bind with me let us not part
Bind with me this is the start

Kiss me slowly with tender need
Kiss me for I will concede

Lets make love in all types of weather
Lets make love forever and ever

Poem of the Week

2011-05-03T21:33:00.000-07:00

Moving On

You took away my sorrow
and took away the pain
but my tears fell from upset
and now they fall again

I've lost a love I pushed away
to save my self from hurt,
But now your gone I miss you so
and your memory will remain

It was a rocky path we rode
It was so full of strain
you challenged me on every count
and led me down dark lanes

But now to rest your body lies
as tears and cries do wain.
I will remember laughter
to keep me strong and sain

May I move on now ?
May I be free ?
From the shackles placed upon my wrists
from the hold you had on me.

This will be a turning point
and now my eyes will see
the future I will embrace
and form my destiny
For this is my time
the time set aside for ME !

Poem of the Week

2011-04-29T13:29:00.000-07:00

WAIT FOR ME

I keep on losing you
and I dont know why
and when im with you I make you cry

What will it take to get your trust,
I ain't just in for the short term lust

Will you wait until I'm free.
Will you be lonely without me.

I cant believe I stoke your flame
you are to me a complex game.

Although I wonder I feel my fate
for dawn will bring my true soul mate.

2011-01-23T12:02:00.001-08:00

Zombified

It was the day when the world did end
the day that I went round the bend

...I couldn't think about a thing
I Just heard bells going ding a ling ling

My mind was lost
As I stared away
Was it night or was it day ?

Zombified I had become
but at least my mood was no
longer glum.

Poem of the Week

2011-01-11T12:46:00.000-08:00

The Way

Verse 1
Send me a sign that will make me believe
send me a message that will sow the seed

Help me to listen so I will repent
cause i am a bad boy and im hell bent

Chorus

So make me your victim and show me the way
make me a beacon you see far away

For you are the light and i am the dark
from all existence will tear me apart

Verse 2
Creep upon me and possess my soul
hide in the shadows until I am old

But don't' suprise me when im unaware
for i will rebel as i do not care

Chorus

So make me your victim and show me the way
make me a beacon you see far away

For you are the light and i am the dark
from all existence will tear me apart

Verse 3
Cease my endless days of fear
Fill them with hope, laughter and cheer

Give to me and i will take
for I am selfish from the moment I wake

Chorus

So make me your victim and show me the way
make me a beacon you see far away

For you are the light and i am the dark
from all existence will tear me apart

Poem of The Week

2011-01-01T16:55:00.000-08:00

Do Not Fear The New Year

All the world does celebrate
the dawn that brings the new year date

All agree it will be this year
where change will bring a life of cheer

Where hope will replace despair
and all thats good will fill the air

As the weeks do pass away
don't let those hopes fade along the way

Just take your lot with a pinch of salt
so the taste of life won't disappoint.

So fear not the days that come
for those who strive will overcome.

Poem of the Week

2010-12-07T15:27:00.000-08:00

Breaking up

Such cutting words of love that's lost
encassed my heart in a piercing frost

Broken in a lifeless way
Oh I dwell on waisted days

If one can love and show such warmth
what changed this to a love thats torn ?

We Joined in quests of passing pleasure
but this you split with your sole endevour

Breathless from the tears of shock
the mind does race it runs a mock

Friends so close will help me cope
time will heal and give me hope.

Poem of the Week

2010-11-26T13:47:00.000-08:00

The love touch

You are my truth and you are my light
so burn my lies with your passion
and save me from the dark

I lust for your closeness
and pleasure you will bring
If you were a wasp I would gladly
take your sting.

Let all your doors open, draw me in so slow
like a furness with a purpose
you will be my endless glow.

When tears of joy fall down your cheeks
and fall to reach the floor
our love will be forever
so deep within our core

As we prevail as two in one
surviving each passing day
our bond will be unbroken
so strong in every way

So take me to your dreamland
where lovers do but play
Lets game in endless pleasure
until our dying days

Poem of the Week

2010-11-06T17:10:00.000-07:00

REQUEST FOR PLEASURE

Will it really be that good ?
Will you meet my needs ?, you should.
Will your loins be sweet and deep ?
Will you strain down pleasure street ?

Oh I hope you take me quick
take me slowly wet my wick

I smack your arse
and gag you so
with my thrusting
man of woe.

Scratch the skin rasp my bones
make me beg and make me groan
I'll play with you and make you moan

Eat me, drink me taste me now
For we will gasp in lustful flow

You will open your deep divide
and we will ebb to coinside
emotionally we will but ride

We really need to ebb and flow
to rise and fall and deeply sow

Lets find a way to have our lot
All's we need is a cunning plot.

Poem of the Week

2010-10-30T09:18:00.000-07:00

Gretchen Rose.

Oh Gretchen Rose I dreamed of you
My sparkle in this world so blue.

Oh Gretchen Rose
My flower so sweet
I wish you'd walked upon those feet
And trecked a path of love so neat.

Oh Gretchen Girl
You were my hope
I knew your joy would help me cope

Oh Gretchen Rose
My petite femme
My love so small
My little Gem.

"Dedicated to my friend Kate who saddily lost her little baby girl")

Poem of the Week

2010-10-25T08:27:00.000-07:00

DECISIONS

People mix and stir the views
for those that follow
and those that choose.

Placid I don't really care,
I take a grip and clear the air
for those who listen and those who share.

Open the mind, do not wait
It's never to late to innovate.

So don't let the brain evaporate
grasp the nettle, take the bait.

Poem of the Week

2010-10-15T16:44:00.000-07:00

The Lovers Rath

Messing with me you should not do
Cause i'm going wild
I burn the air with my fire

Im taking your life away
But you can survive
Just take a piece of me
And lets just see

I is raging
All down the line
Make me feel fine
Do not decline

Marry me
Set me free
Oh my god
You torment

Deeply die
My lovers rath
Soldier on
And lay the path

I will be your
Coco clown
I will not sulk
I will not frown

For I will rock and I will roll
I will not sell my blessed soul

I will not deny my love for thee.
My love forever, I will decree.

Poem of the Week

2010-10-09T14:11:00.000-07:00

No More Will I Wander

I found beauty in nothing
As i harvested the world
But i missed the little field
Where you outshone
The golden sheaves of corn.

Would it not be good
To walk with me today
To shed your outer coat
And embrace in lovers play.

No more will I wander
For I have surely found
The one that sets me under
Oh this is passion
This is not barren ground

Poem Of The Week

2010-07-25T09:11:00.000-07:00

To Find My Love

On such sweet thoughts I do but dwell
of fulfilling drops from the lovers well

Oh help agree my future fate
and send me on an endless date
where I shall find a lifelong mate

Do not fool me with a sprinkle of lust
where eyes are glazed with short term trust

Just send me a message from the skies above
delivered by the snow white dove

Foretell the story of who I will love
in future times and in heaven above.

Poem of the Week

2010-05-28T17:39:00.000-07:00

Torchured Innocent

Hurt cuts deep into my heart
tears fill my eyes
As my little angels locks of gold
fall in clumps of desperation
and lay upon the ground.

How can my child understand
why should she stand alone
I cannot protect my princess
as children stare,laugh and taunt
I can't stop the corner giggles
that scar her innocent torchered soul

God protect her confidence
strengthen her spirit
keep her proud and smiling
for come what may
she will always be my daughter
my sunshine in every way

Poem of the Week

2010-05-23T14:45:00.000-07:00

Sheep Syndrome.

Lets conform from the age of three
as the decree of conformity won't let you be
for you will hold your knife and fork like every other living dork

Lets all wear our uniforms, to school, work and play
blazers, suits and football shirts
will ensure you do not stray

When the time comes to vote ,you know it's not for thee
you should't vote for anyone outside the family tree
Follow your fathers,choose one of three
or your vote will be a waisted one
thats democracy you see.

On saturday nights lets go to the pub
watch X factor and Dorothy
Lets not be original
for conservative we should be.

Let the masses follow each other in predicted sheepish ways
so the shepherds have it easy and predict our every way.

James Larkhill

Poem Of the Week

2010-05-10T15:51:00.000-07:00

Exploration

Deep in exploration
my tongue doth dart so sweet
caressing shallow valleys
and lashing valleys deep

Touching teasing tender flow
I harrow softly as I mow
to the place where lovers go
the place where I will but sow.

Dipping,lapping in and out
circling round the flowing spout
So deep I plunge in gushing waves
through the stream that lovers crave

Drowned and tired I find my rest
my lover sighs and begs to rest
my tongue has lost its final zest
in pursuit of loves conquest.

Poem of the Week

2010-04-21T12:14:00.000-07:00

Love Stream

Pierce my heart
saturate my veins
flow sweet streams of purified love

Let yearning days abate
on barren hills
so heather strewn

Entwine our spirits
in pastures new
as longing fades
and days ignite
with naked rays
of your delight

Hold me close
take me there
the place where lovers dream and lovers care

Poem of The Week

2010-04-14T11:49:00.000-07:00

Roses

I can't take the roses
They remind me of you

I can't take the roses
They just make me feel blue

So send away the roses
until you return
For without you with me everyday
my flame will not burn

All the flowers bloom and die
Like our love it makes me cry
But when I see the roses
It reminds me of you

So send away the roses
until you return
For without you with me everyday
my flame will not burn

Every day i dream of your return
as petals drop and colours turn
but when I see the roses you seem so far away

So send away the roses
until you return
For without you with me everyday
my flame will not burn

Poem Of The Week

2010-04-03T16:25:00.000-07:00

Volatile

Addictive longing wandering mind
looks for pleasure it cannot find

I will change like the lively wind
moody dramatic so bloody erratic

Oh satisfy my need
fullfill my hunger

Why is contentment so far away ?

Where is peace ?
release this frustration
tearing me apart

God kill my addiction

and Cure my affliction

Poem of the week

2010-02-25T13:39:00.000-08:00

Severed Heart

Time will mend this severed bond
And my purpose will return

But I can't stand this present state
As my love for her still burns

God please don't take my fading hope
Dont claim this dying heart
For how i cope is beyond me
If my love departs

Time may mend this severed bond
And my purpose may return

But i can't stand this present state
As my tears of love fiat.

I dread the final moments and
Panic in rage and fear
As i can't comprehend a single day
When she's no longer here.

Time won't mend this severed heart
My purpose won't return

I will not stand my present state
I will dictate my fate

So as she leaves me for the last time
And her spirit fades away

I know it won't be long
Before we are joined again.

Larkhill Childrens Tales

2010-02-21T14:50:00.000-08:00

The Little Stranger

Once upon a time little Aimee Jones was walking home from school when a small man joined her on her journey.

The little man asked Aimee if she would like to see some little puppies. Aimee remembered that her mum had instructed her not to talk to strangers and offered no reply to the little man.

The small man then offered Aimee some sweets and again Aimee did not answer.

Aimee was a little anxious and scared so she started to run. Within a few mintes she arrived at her house door and was relieved to find the little man hadn't followed her.

She knocked on the door and there was no reply. She knocked again and once more no one replied. She then went around the back of the house and found that the kitchen door was unlocked.

As she entered the house three puppies approaching her at great speed startled her. She was almost knocked over but managed to grab a kitchen chair to balance herself. She shouted for her mum but heard no reply. Then all of a sudden, to her amazement, the little man walked into the kitchen, 'hello' he said, 'what are you doing here'?. 'I live here,' she replied. before realizing the man was a stranger and she shouldn't be speaking to him. 'where's my mum ? she exclaimed.
'She doesn't live here anymore,' he said, 'she's gone to live in Australia.'
'She can't have, I only saw her this morning and she didn't mention anything,'she replied.

The little man then explained that the house had been sold to him and he was now the sole owner of it. The man then calmly asked Aimee if she would like to stay with him, as her mum obviously didn't want her in Australia.

Aimee began to cry, as she couldn't believe her mum would do such a thing. The little man offered Aimee something to eat. Aimee was amazed to find that the food and drink on offer was made solely from sweets. There was chocolate stew, candy bread and liquorice tea. Aimee decided to gobble up the food as she was starving after a long day at school.

After tea she wandered round the house to see what changes the man had made. Firstly she went into her mums room. She quickly discovered that all her mum's clothes were still in the wardrobe. She continued to investigate further and found that her mum's shoes and make-up were also still in the bedroom. Aimee was now quite worried and decided to be brave and confront the little man about her findings.

Aimee found the little man in the kitchen washing up the pots. He was singing a strange song, which Aimee didn't recognise. Aimee approached the little man and asked him in a clear and assertive voice, 'If my mum has gone to Australia, why are all her things still in her bedroom ?' As the little man turned round Aimee noticed two little horns peeping through his thick, black hair. She had not noticed these before and was sure they weren't there earlier.
The little man muttered, 'your mum left quickly and is going to replace all of her things when she gets to Australia. '

All of a sudden Aimee heard a small muttering noise from the cupboards near the sink. ' what was that ?' Aimee said clamly.
'Mice' said the man.
Aimee knew that the noise that the noise that came from the cupboard was not a mouse. She now suspected that the noise was her mum and that the little man had put her there.

The little man suddenly began to hurl abuse at Aimee calling her names such as, smelly girl, big ears and spotty. Aimee decided not to rise to the taunts and replied with a simple and polite, 'Thank you,' to each of the names. The little man was startled and furious by this reaction, and it became obvious that he was trying to make Aimee behave badly. He then began to make a mess of the kitchen by smashing plates onto the floor and tipping the leftover waste from the previous meal over the walls. Again Aimee did not respond as the little man had hoped. She just picked up a pan and brush and began to clean up the mess.

This was the final straw, the little man began to rage and rage. He chanted,' Aimee behave badly, Aimee behave badly.' But Aimee continued to clean up and mutter the words,'Thank you.'

'That's it,' shouted the little man. And within a couple of minutes he had burst into flames and transformed into a heap of ashes on the floor. Aimee quickly brushed up the ashes and threw them outside the back door of the house. She then rushed to the kitchen cupboard and, as she expected, her mum was there tied up and gagged. She quickly undid the knots and freed her mum.

'Thankyou, Thank you,' said her mum and gave Aimee a big hug. I can't believe that you were so brave and got rid of the little man all on your own.

Aimee smiled looked up at her mum and said.

'Im hungry any chance of some chocolate stew !?'

Larkhill Childrens Tales

2010-02-20T15:55:00.000-08:00

Behind The Bush With The Mush

Deep in the forest, behind the old oak tree there lived little Impy, the cutest elf you ever did see. Impy often played with his two best friends,
Snow and Grow. Snow was a bright red mushroom who always wore a green hat with a small bell on top. Grow was also red. He wasn't the brightest of mushrooms, he had to stay in mushroom school for an extra two years just to pass his two times table !

One day the three friends decided to go into the forest on an adventure picnic. They packed their baskets with all sorts of goodies and set off on their travels.

After walking for several hours, they came across a big bush in their way. "What are we going to do ? said Snow. 'How are we going to continue our journey ?' said Impy.
'I know,' said Snow, 'let's climb on each other's shoulders and climb over'. 'Good idea, ' said Impy.

Impy stood at at the bottom and allowed Grow to climb on his shoulders. Snow then climbed up on both of them and jumped over the the large bush.

A call of,' Help!' then came from behind the bush. 'oh no,' said Impy, 'how are we going to get over the bush, there are only two of us? If we climb on each other's shoulders we aren't tall enough to get over the bush'.

'I know said Grow, 'I will grow tall and then we can climb over.' 'How
long will that take ? ' said Impy, looking baffled.

'Not long,'
said Grow, who stretched and stretched and stretched. Impy looked a little worried as Grow was pulling some very strange faces. 'Is it working ?' asked Impy.

' No!' said Grow, who was out of breath. 'Oh, what are we going to do ? exclaimed Impy in a desperate voice. After twenty or so minutes of racking their brains for ideas, Grow jumped up in the air and shouted 'I' ve got it, I've got it !'
Impy looked at Grow in amazement. 'What is it ? What is it' ? he quizzed urgently.

' Lets walk round it !' said Grow.

POEM OF THE WEEK

2010-02-17T17:05:00.000-08:00

The Pull of your love.

As you walked the hills and stroked the ground with naked feet
As you floated through the early morning mist
I ignored the pull of your love

As your beauty glowed through the window
As moments of passion passed me by
I ignored the pull of your love

As you suppressed your longing
As you hid your generous romance
I ignored the pull of your love

As ageing matured your heart
As sadness set your tears and joy apart
I ignored the pull of your love

As you bent to kiss my lips
As this world i did depart
I realised, but alas to late
I'd ignored your love

POEM OF THE WEEK

2010-02-12T17:46:00.000-08:00

My Sweet Valentine

Lets entwine my valentine
Lets engage in uninhibited love

Lets seek and use every moment
Lets float in worlds above

Lets seek a new Nirvana
Lets sing like turtle doves

Lets warm in our affection
God knows this is

True Love

Poem of the Week

2010-01-11T15:22:00.000-08:00

LOST AND FOUND

Faintly passing out one day
I hit my head upon the clay

It was a stoke of rare luck
That I avoided being squashed by a passing truck

I arose in glee and gasped a sigh of relief
Only to be robbed by a passing thief.

I chased him high and I chased him low
But wherever I went he did not show.

And then I laughed aloud as I realised what he had took
A doggy bag all filled with muck.

Oh dear i thought where is my dog ?
as the the bang on the head had wiped my log

I turned the street corners and searched the crannies
And even asked two passing grannies.

And then it hit me in a flash
My memory had obviously been too rash

I realised i had lost my cash as I darted around
In such a dash.

But every story has a silver lining
And the sound of "woof" ended my pining

There she was my little doggy
All wet and cold and a little soggy

A gift did drop from mouth to Paw
My good little doggy had found my dough.

Poem Of The Week

2010-01-04T16:25:00.000-08:00

TAKE AWAY THE MEANING OF LIFE

I sit within a crowded room with materialistic choices of future doom
Take my hand and take me where the room is empty and there are no cares.
Without a meaning to everything I will once more begin to sing
Oh fly away with dainty wings these choices life does but bring.

There is no meaning in what we pursue and what we all so willingly do
All our ideas on what is right, what is good and why we must fight
Give us a crutch to steady our plight.

Must we ensue mans unwritten path , morals, religion , work and play
Prescribed to give cause as we live each day
Or is there another way ?

If purpose dies and nobody cares and we realise its all in vain
We may become incredibly sane and realise what in life is fact
and what is just life’s man made act

So without meaning in our life we’ll wander forth and feel whats real
And those who failed will be revealed and their wants will be so easily healed
Expectation will no longer be in this future world I long to see.

Poem of the week

2009-11-20T10:45:00.000-08:00

ENGLANDS WAY

Rolling hills and city blocks
church bells and canal locks.

Football chants and rugby roar
terraced house and creaking floor

Made in wood, pot and steel
spinning top and water wheel

Trees of oak and fields of gold
mossy paths and smell of mold

People young and weather cold
heads with hats and men gone bald

Pubs and clubs, straight and gay
those who hope and those who pray

This my friend is Englands way.

Book Reviews

2009-11-13T12:49:00.000-08:00

Sonia

This author, has a great imagination & life experiences, that you can feel when reading these poems. U can sense a very charactermistic guy! U can captivate yourself in his book, from start to finish. There is abit of everyone in at least one of his poems, he has written. It even inspires U to start thinkin of or takin up writing abit of poetry yourself, even if u don,t already do so. A great cover! A great book!!

Dawn

I really enjoyed the book. It was fantastic reading,very powerful. I liked Aware, common sense and time. I can relate.

Poem Of The Week

2009-11-13T12:43:00.000-08:00

SQUIRREL MOST WICKED

Squirrel most wicked
chew through the net
steal all the nuts
and make the birds fret !

Poem of the week

2009-10-31T14:31:00.000-07:00

SAMHAIN A NEW DAWN

On the barren misty hill i see your naked slender frame
dancing round the raging flame

Ancient lore repeats its tale as banshee virgins tell and wail of lightened days beginning to fail

Into dark times this feast will lead
to fallen leaves of bygone years nourishing the ground
on which you feed

This Gaelic Samhain November dawn is where i see you dressed to warn
of shortened days and little growth

In future days the chilling north winds will hide the land
in whitened snow
but through its melting a new spring life will begin to grow

So on this night cry out in joy as cleansing is complete

life now stirs another day
beneath your Goddess feet

Poem of the week

2009-10-29T10:19:00.000-07:00

THIS HALLOWEEN

This Halloween is set to churn
the hollow souls in hell that burn

Weather worn and wicked wash
masked hidden evil lush

Senseless sizzle of witchy air
as mixing spells are made to scare

Tricksters plot in grime and grott
as they knock on doors and take their lot

Spirits dance in shadows
seeking to improve their perpetual plight
on this October All Hallows night.

Love Pump

2009-10-19T14:39:00.000-07:00

I am the vein that serves your heart
pumping blood to every part

I am the guardian of you soul
guiding as you fullfill your role

I am the source of your creation
feeding your mind with inspiration

Lay down with me in shadow and
we shall trully be cocooned in exctasy.

Poem Of the Week

2009-10-04T11:14:00.000-07:00

EARLY WINTER

Sh... the faint wind blows the leaves
back and forth along the breeze.

Night so dark and echo strewn
blitzed with light of the silvery moon

Winter night in Autumn time
shows no mercy on those who's plight
leaves them desolate
unable to fight.

Poem Of The Week

2009-09-12T00:40:00.000-07:00

INNER SPARKLE

Don't grab the first light you see
Let it flicker
And if it flickers and never glows dim
It is the light that sparkles from within.

Poem of the week

2009-09-07T13:25:00.000-07:00

AQUAINTANCES

They come and they go
friend and foe.

Many people you will meet
in work and play
but time will wash away the good times
and hide away the bad.

But when you lose your memories it
surely makes you sad.

"I'll keep in touch"
is the cry
but daily deeds dictate
that such an intended promise will soon evaporate

So when you wonder
where and what was the fate of that forgotten mate
just call them and remember

Tommorrow is to late.

Poem of the Week

2009-08-30T12:01:00.000-07:00

The Snake

Snake in the grass
Snake in the tree
What you would give to have legs like me.

You slither and slide along the deck,
You'd love to see further with a long stout neck.

"Hiss" is your call it warns of your presence
You don't really care whether you scare or deter.

Snake in the grass
Snake in the tree
If you'd not tempted Eve just think where you might now be !

Poem of the Week

2009-08-17T12:15:00.000-07:00

Red Light

Lady of the night
I see your clothes so tight
beneath the glowing light
you offer your delights

Poem of the Week

2009-07-10T16:00:00.000-07:00

GIFTED LOVE

Take my heart and hide it
don't let it fade away

Take my spirit and guide it
don't let it play away

Take my love and own it
don't let it fly away

Oh,just keep me in your thoughts
my beaming sunlight ray

Poem of the Week

2009-06-20T08:44:00.000-07:00

Wash Out

Wet grass alas the July scorn
Umbrella world from dawn to dawn

Serve one and dash the drops of rain
as Wimbledon flops once again

A rainbow in the clouded sky
brings hope of courts so damp and dry

Appear the warriors ready to die
in sole pursuit of a winning tie.

(No longer applies to Centre court)

Poem of the Week

2009-06-14T02:54:00.000-07:00

"MORK" THE PRINCE OF ALL CATS

You show me that your hurting
I see it in your eyes
Your fate is etched upon your face
Time has drifted time wont wait

Look back on all the highs
The bright and sunny days
For your lot has been so precious
You've helped me through my days
You'll always be in my memories
until my dying day.

Goodbye my friend.

Poem of the Week

2009-06-07T04:20:00.001-07:00

Twinkle of Twilight

Your heart is hotter than the sun so bright
Your smile singles out each ray of light
Your friends elate at your sparkling sight
As you dance all day and into the night
With every move you express delight
For only you can excite and ignite
‘The Twinkle of Twilight’

Poem of the Week

2009-05-30T12:57:00.000-07:00

THE LATE St WALBURGES.

High above the Christian flock stood a church upon a rock
Its rose above the floating clouds as it spiraled up towards the sky.
It raised the hopes of all its people as it cast a shadow over its flock.

Alas the challenge came from above. “The church should close it is no good”
“It doesn’t fit it is to grand, a small breezeblock church is to be planned”

Uproar amongst the City folk and they all stood up and began to croak.
“You can’t shut the church “ what can this mean?
We must all write to the Pope and the Queen”.

The Bishop considered once again he agreed that to shut this church was quite obscene.
But in his mind he had no clue on how to save even a single pew.

Up stood a man who had a vision.
He said “although it is not my decision
I’d develop the land and rent it out
for surely this is better than to sell it for nowt”

The Bishop thought all day and thought all night.
Was this advice wrong or was it right?

At last he awoke from his state of confusion
.
“A mosque will be built and that’s my final conclusion “

Poem of the Week

2009-05-24T15:40:00.000-07:00

Picture by Maria Zeidan

THE ROAD OF LIFE

I Was lost
but then i saw a pair of eyes
which led me to explore

I found a road not made of dreams
but a road where clarity
so clearly gleamed

I left my road so filled with pain
a road that twisted with physical strain

I found my road beyond the trees
beyond the cold and echoing breeze

Now as i wander along this road
away from life so filled with strife

I know i have but one remain
my memories etched upon my brain
and from these stains i will but gain
for i shall not make mistakes again.

Poem of the Week

2009-05-15T15:06:00.000-07:00

THE MEETING

I tried to box off my love and affection
in a chamber within my heart
But your vision is such that my
suppressed feelings are ignited

You are now swamped by another
a child and domestic life
your spirit is still young and ambitious
you still possess the power to caste such spells
which capture my emotions

To see you makes me sad
My joy is sunk
for I cannot release my longing
into actions and commitment
to obtain my desire

I seek for what i have not known
and long for what love i could have shown

Poem of the Week

2009-05-10T13:05:00.000-07:00

POSSESSED

Stare through my sea blue eyes,
Pierce the senses which i strive to mask.
Contol me and dictate my longing
Rip apart my predicted path
Pull me towards your abyss alas.

I will, cannot protect myself
from fate dictated by your charms
I am yours , I am disarmed.

Poem of the Week

2009-05-03T10:12:00.000-07:00

CRUSH

Oh bonny boy
why do you blush ?
Is it me that you long for ?
Is it my jewels you wish to steal ?

Oh bonny boy
you are so young
I would expose you
I would lead you astray

Oh bonny boy
you have a crush
I see your heart
I see it rush

Oh bonny boy
I am so old
I have lived so long
my heart is cold

Oh bonny boy
I am a woman
you are but a son
Move on bye
with a younger woman you must lie

Oh bonny boy
do not cry
it is for you
that i should deny.

Poem of the Week

2009-04-26T12:07:00.000-07:00

Chapter of love

Come before me
seven years have past
you rejected my love and walked away
I knew this new romance was a fake
I know you'll never admit to me or yourself this was the case
Only you know there was only one love , albeit it was destructive
but alas it wasnt explored
Now this chapter has failed and you are alone again
you'll strive to fill your void.
It is to my detriment that i am still a failure to you
I cannot walk from my circumstance
I cry in my heart as i feel you also do
You will not show your feelings
you are so proud
If you showed me your weakness it would fail to surprise
My friend and my soul mate you will always be
but until i decide my future and you admit your desire i fear we will die before we are as we should be ,
a union, a partnership
a destiny of endless love.

Poem of the Week

2009-04-19T11:36:00.000-07:00

ESCAPE ITS NEVER TO LATE

You sit by the bar
Aware of your fate
Scared by your feelings
Tortured by your pain
I can only hold you
I can call your name
I can love you
But i can’t take your journey, in the main
Long days and long nights all merge into one
As you hit the bottle to scared to run
One day you will find the door
Through which you will depart
I may be the door man
But you can not wait
You should and need
“To escape”.

Poem of the Week

2009-04-13T09:43:00.000-07:00

LOVE ACROSS THE OCEAN

You are to me a love so free
You drive my thoughts with musical glee

I engage with you in every way
I join with you entwined in play

Although you are so far away
I long for you each night each day.

Time will pass and days will go
I will not sleep until we sow

And when one day I cross the ocean
You will see for yourself my deep devotion

Our hearts will merge and reward our endeavour
and we will embrace in bodily pleasure

When the night turns to day
dawn will break with sun touched rays
and alas our destiny will be on its way

Poem of the Week

2009-04-06T10:15:00.000-07:00

Love Tor

I remember, I can’t forget
Our climb up Black Hill
The light was your voice
As you led me by the hand.
This night i became your Heathcliffe

Possessed for all time by your vision.
I will never be without you
You are still my destiny
You are my goal
Without your love i am not whole .

My tainted heart aches to beat once more
The way it did on Black hill Tor
We will again share the moon
It may be distant, it may be soon
But either way i’ll not forget
How we danced in tune.
With no regret.

Poem of the Week

2009-03-25T11:06:00.000-07:00

The Slug

Oh you lucky snail, when the rain came down you hid in your shell
I got wet but what the hell
It’s summer; I smell the marigolds in full bloom
Off we go, it’s a race, let our bellies wriggle for first place
Oh I’m a lucky slug, no heavy shell on my shoulder blades
What’s this upon the ground ?Short and round, tastes quite good
Oh dear I’m feeling queer
Oh you lucky snail upon the marigold stem

Poem of the week

2009-03-14T04:48:00.000-07:00

Golf
A solid ball a metal club is all you need to play the game of golf.
A lot of luck and natural ability does make the game seem easy,
but for the masses that partake this easy game many are often driven crazy
It is sold to many as a way of relaxation but lengthy spells in long grass can turn into frustration
Pimping trousers worn by many are a distance from their suited appearance
This escape from reality ensures that they can behave without their sanity
As a member of the club one can rub shoulders with duke and dame but back in civilian life a bank clerk they remain
Ladies rooms and Gentleman’s rooms segregate the sexes
Men drink and crack rude jokes, while ladies play bridge and talk of their domestics
For many to be Captain is a prize, an honour beyond their wildest dreams, for in reality they cannot shine so in the golf club they reign supreme
The power of captain or committee man can soon address their life’s gaping hole
They soon enforce their weekend powers to pounce upon the poor soul who dares to break the club’s sacred dress code

Number 1 spot

2009-02-22T07:57:00.000-08:00

At 4pm today Love life mystery achieved its highest position in the Amazon charts reaching the number 1 position in the inspiration and religious section.

Book Signing Success

2009-02-07T09:36:00.000-08:00

Mrs Richardson proprietor of the Scroll book shop stated "This was the most successful booksigning event in 30 years ever held at the small independant book store" The small traditional book shop sits proudly in the centre of Kirkham.

Several signed copies of the book will be held in the store and this will be a regular high street outlet for the book. As valentines approaches this is an ideal present for any loved one.

BOOK SIGNING DATES AND VENUE

2009-01-06T10:22:00.000-08:00

James Larkhill
will be signing copies of his new book

LOVE LIFE MYSTERY
at
The Scroll Bookshop
66 Poulton Street, Kirkham
from 10am - onwards
on Saturday the 7th February, 2009

http://www.lep.co.uk/news/Story-shorts--140108.4873192.jp

LOVE LIFE MYSTERY

2009-01-01T11:42:00.000-08:00

Life —Through The Eyes Of A Poet

LOVE LIFE MYSTERY — an inspired book of poetry that spot lights the abundant spectrum of life by poet and author, James Larkhill.

(Down River)
River circles come and go
Drifting waters gently flow
Around the rocks
and down wind blow
Through the valley lands below
—James Larkhill

Larkhill reflects on the different stages of his life in this exceptional collection of poems. He shares his imaginative and creative views and reveals his vision of life in an inspiring and poetically relatable style.

Publisher’s website: Eloquent Books

About the Author:
Author and poet James Larkhill is a visionary with an imaginative streak. He appreciates and records his life experiences and has been inspired by all those around him. James Larkhill, 42, was brought up in a small village in Lancashire England. He decided in his mid 30s to share his experiences and thoughts with others and hopefully create enjoyment. He now lives in Preston in Lancashire.

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