Flowering Love

Flowering Love

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Emily Bronte how delighted I am

To discover for once love isn’t a sham

Though how this can be I cannot explain

For to argue with time is a difficult terrain

Yet life is a mystery designed to confuse

With love a mere something to nurture or lose

Like surfing on waves as a storm gathers pace

With elation the treasure one hopes to embrace

Does it matter if my mistress comes from a previous age?

Provided her target and lover is on the same page

So being together occasionally thanks to kind time

Bending the rules so love flowers still in its prime

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Emil Bronte you leave me amazed

To travel so far from a previous age

Like rocking the boat in the eye of a storm

When time indicates it’s about to deform

Or Moses surrendering to the Red Sea

Creating a pathway for those who believe

Awaiting the right moment to navigate

The throng in accord to ubiquitous fate

Does it matter if my mistress comes from a previous age?

Provided her target and lover is on the same page

So being together occasionally thanks to kind time

Bending the rules so love flowers still in its prime

3

Emily Bronte, how strange is the world

To follow the sun yet live under a cloud

Regardless of this the soft wings of a dove

Mock the cruel clock in pursuit of true love

Well out of reach of the mightiest of waves

Or the bat that delights in the darkness of caves

Prisoners of time without a clear hope

Save for the few too good for this rope

Does it matter if my mistress comes from a previous age?

Provided her target and lover is on the same page

So being together occasionally thanks to kind time

Bending the rules so love flowers still in its prime

4

Emily Bronte, you play hard to get

And when it’s all over I’m still in your debt

Yet if a brave baby is born in your age

Logic and truth will be hard to engage

A child conceived from the future let’s say

Back in the past that emerges one day

To pass on some genes befitting of mine

Before it is time for them to entwine

And generate traits destined for me

Despite such a baby not ready to be

Does it matter if my mistress comes from a previous age?

Provided her target and lover is on the same page

So being together occasionally thanks to kind time

Bending the rules so love flowers still in its prime

Oh Emily Bronte you remain in my arms no matter what

For true love is more powerful than anything fate has got

The End

© K.F. Geach

The Time Traveller

The Time Traveller

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Emily Bronte, even prettier of late

Though your fabulous dress is a trite out of date

If we head to the shops the odd person may stare

Blind to the beauty beneath what you wear

Yet we can ignore them, I’ve plenty of cash

With the cheaper the item the more likely the trash

Or else there’s romancing; I’d much prefer this

For your absence has left me with no one to kiss

But naturally change is forever abound

So you can decide between trite and profound

Now for the good news

I’ve a bottle of port

If shopping sounds boring

Then be a good sport

Just ignore what is written

It will leave you distraught

And think like a kitten

Amounting to nought

Clearly I am smitten

And today it is taught

The best fruit can be bitten

Just as long as you avoid getting caught

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What else can I tell you; I’m a writer myself

With a laptop computer I bought off the shelf

I did write a novel; it could do with a clean

To be honest our culture is becoming obscene

I can fetch you a snack, say spaghetti on toast?

Followed by coffee or the tea you love most

My servants are off for the day as you see

If you have any questions feel free to ask me

Of course I remember the last time we met

Such pleasure is something I cannot forget

But I was a poet that stood out from the crowd

While you were naïve to the ways of our world

Now for the good news

I’ve a bottle of port

If snacking sounds boring

Then be a good sport

Just ignore what is written

It will leave you distraught

And think like a kitten

Amounting to nought

Clearly I am smitten

And today it is taught

The best fruit can be bitten

Just as long as you avoid getting caught

The End                          

   © K.F. Geach

Brief Encounter with Emily

Brief Encounter with Emily

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Dear Emily Bronte, I’m glad you are well

I’m thinking of something for us to do now

It’s time to let passion have its reward

I’m sure there is room in the back of my Ford

I know your dear father would rather we not

But then he’s a vicar and you are so hot

So let us not weary at what he would say

While pleasure remains to be squandered today

Dear Emily Bronte, how good to meet you from the past

The choice is quite simple to learn about love-making fast

Or to stay as you are a sweet lady still virgin and chaste

Minus the story that would make you a heroine at last

2

Sin is our nature; it’s been long since the fall

And we are now practised at climbing this wall

There isn’t much time before you are recalled

Just think of the tales about love in a Ford

With such a small hurdle now stood in our way

How brief is your visit? It’s only one day!

It’s either love-making or having a chat

With nothing to keep us alive after that

Dear Emily Bronte, how good to meet you from the past

The choice is quite simple to learn about love-making fast

Or to remain as you are a sweet lady still virgin and chaste

Minus the story that would make you a heroine at last

3

All life is a fiction with games to be played

What better the story than love to be made?

With shadows around us its healthy they say

So dare to be wholesome and do it today

With life a short journey from beginning to end

And so much expected from family and friend

What fun to let passion have somewhere to go

In tune with desire that most of us know

Dear Emily Bronte, how good to meet you from the past

The choice is quite simple to learn about love-making fast

Or to remain as you are a sweet lady still virgin and chaste

Minus the story that would make you a heroine at last

4

We have nothing to fear from the Pontiff in Rome

But time is found wanting before you go home

I fancy my chances but how about you?

With nothing much else in a day we can do

Back in your century the news is not good

Deprived by the age to enjoy motherhood

But here you are healthy and raring to go

With time for love-making before the great snow

Dear Emily Bronte, how good to meet you from the past

The choice is quite simple to learn about love-making fast

Or to remain as you are a sweet lady still virgin and chaste

Minus the story that would make you a heroine at last

Would it help if I told you I love you just as you are?

A writer at heart on her way to becoming a star

Shining so brightly the shadows no longer remain

Leaving me waiting for us to make love once again

The End

© K.F. Geach