A Request to You.

Hey! I want to ask you something!
A connection made through time.
Though words of deepness made this evening
Elude me through this rhyme.
I wish that we, both you & I,
Could sit and speak & talk,
Or meet one day on earth’s fair land
& converse upon a walk.
My Questions collate & my knowledge seeks
A fertile train of thought
So I approach you friend, in human peace
For a friend is what is sought.
I’m 59 & 23
& all the age between
With kingdoms made & battles won
Romance is but a dream
If naked ladies ruled my world
Or beauty cast its vote
Then soul of mine, in hidden world,
Would ride outside and gloat!
But broken thoughts & failed remorse
Are curses sent to me
Which entrap & bind & tear deep wounds
– Relate no sympathy.
But here I ask & answers please!
I seek your fertile mind!
Suggest a life best led my friends
Of one that I may find.
You think I’m nuts but here I write
As evening sun departs
as pleasing forms of love & youth
Relinquish from my heart.
I wish, I hope, nay I do plead
That beauty could find it’s way
& embellish in sweet perfume & scent
An angel for this day.
But more than this I seek new worlds,
Adventure is my key!
So tell me friends, my dear read,
What direction must I be?
Give hope I ask, or bright advice,
Send ideas o’wonderment,
I need your clever thoughts, your dreams
I need them heaven sent.
with last repose, my last request
– Seriously I ask of thee!
What new adventure could I take
My friends, suggest to me!

~ yes, an actual real life request from me to YOU READER for ideas for a new adventure! I hope you’ll send a few! PLEASE!
© Ed Simkins

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A World Without Her.

No lips to kiss.
No dream to hold.
No sleeping beauty.
Nor child told.

No basking glory.
No woman who calls.
No allusion to fall for.
Nor romance which stalls.

No changing of rooms.
No crazy nights.
No broken cups.
Nor raucous fights.

No cars collide.
No bed to care.
No long haired carpets.
Nor breakfast shared.

No adventures together.
No feeling like shit.
No put downs or tears
Nor reason for it.

No one to say ‘No.’
No being in the way.
No reason to eat out.
Nor reason to stay.

Life in the fast lane.
The minutes are your own.
Freedom in the slow.
Thoughts kept alone.

Half the world sits silent
The other complains & loves.
But who is the happiest?
& Will I ever know?

~ Contentment is being alone. But excitement?

© Ed Simkins