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Future Love

In the future, will robots dress
To impress?
And will men and women sigh
Over a lover’s imperfect thigh?
And choose
To lose
Their very being
In the never seeing
Robot eye?
For therein does lie
For there can be no rejection
For you or I.
And one can not sin
With a thing of tin.


In My Youth

In my youth
To tell truth
Every girl appeared to me
To be
A spark to ignite.
My flame burned bright
And I would take delight
In puppy dreams.
Now it seems
That I have too much
As I at nought but phantoms clutch.

I have delighted
In desire
And received a kind of satisfaction
Through what the vulgar term “action”.
Their fire
Is often cold, although
A few I know
Make a show
Of pretending it is not so.

Come the 1st of May

Come the 1st of May,
Will you stay?
Shall we make romance
Our goal
As we dance around the Maypole?
And demonstrate to God above
Our abiding love?”

“My darling I will stay,
Come the 1st of May.
But you must pay
For my new dress
So as to impress.
Each girl
As I around the Maypole twirl.
Why dearest one, your face shows such distress …”.

The Introspective Rake

So many
Have I known.
Penny after penny
In the lone
Of cloying scent.

Toying with love of a kind,
I find
Myself destroying
What little I had
In a sad
Fake dance
Of romance.

Some names I remember
(Their May to my December).
But can winter cold
The summer sun?

May will, for a while
Through fixed teeth,
Then, ere winter’s fun
Is done
Ushering in his brief

May is gone
And December flirts with June,
But she is soon
To play
With another one,
Though Cupid’s bow
Is never shot.

Is a hotbed of sweet sigh
And lie.
Stop there
For August fair

Turn to years
And Winter nears
His end.
Why pretend
It was not a life misspent
In scent,
And scent.

An Elderly Man Of The World Looks Back

When young
Caution he flung
For he knew from the start,
In the secret recesses of his heart
They would not stay,
(The girls out for fun,
After whom he did run).

There is no disgrace
In the chase
He thought
But why court
When a sort
Of love is so easily bought?

They came and went.
His heart was rent
As money he spent
On an attachment
To a kind of detachment
Which led …

Now in old age
He does uselessly rage
At the phantoms who dance
In a parrady of romance
Upon the stage
Of his own creation.
His anticipation Has turned to dust
Aleviated only by occasional flowerings of lust.

Ex (by Anon)

The Past Has Passed
Once upon a time
This heart of mine
Was broken by you
But now I’m no longer blue.
However, you seem to want me back
But as always you lack
To tell me how 
You truly feel now.
I’ve had to let you go
Because I now know 
Without the all important trust 
It simply won’t work.
Perhaps I’m a little colder 
Or wisdom came as I got older
But in my heart I feel it’s right
To bid our love a sweet good night.