Fulfilled

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Paper Angel.
My daughter, Fairlight.

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I Don’t Want These Wings
My son, Warrick.

I wrote this after my children were born.  It’s a true story. Well, poem…

Fulfilled

 What is that you ask? What is your question?

A short answer would soon end this lesson,

But that would be unfair, not at all kind

To such a bright and inquisitive mind.

To really relate the answer to you

Requires a narrative long yet still true.

A journey from youth into adulthood

Of times that were bad and those oh so good.

It started at school when I was fifteen.

I met there a girl who triggered a dream.

She seemed to encompass all I desired

And though I was young I felt so inspired.

We drifted apart when school was complete.

Three years did pass before we would meet

Again, then it seemed my dream would come true.

Encouraged by her my dream only grew.

But deceit lived in this woman I loved

And the fists of her lies were soon ungloved,

Punching a hole through my sweet naïve heart.

No longer whole my dream fell apart.

So there poor I was, resigned to my fate,

Scared that I was leaving it much too late

To rebuild my dream with someone who cared.

Then, there she was and our love quickly flared.

She came from the West, mere words on a screen,

The most gorgeous font that I’d ever seen!

What beauty blossomed from that first  “hello”

Took root in my heart and always would grow.

But she was an ocean away from me.

I thought a picture was all I would see,

But courage took hold and shook me awake.

I had to get out for sanity’s sake.

I walked away from a marriage long dead,

I packed up my life, no tears were shed

And flew over an ocean wide and blue

To see if my heart was telling me true.

As our lips touched for the very first time

The world disappeared; I knew she was mine!

As soon as I could I married my heart

And nothing on Earth would keep us apart,

So she took her chances and crossed the sea,

She left her old life to come be with me.

We loved and we lived and happiness bloomed,

Though nay-sayers quipped our true love was doomed.

After a storm and turbulent years

We proved them wrong and stood up to our peers

And when the promise she gave me was kept

The smile inside I would never forget.

The promise of which I fondly refer

Was made when I spoke of my dream to her.

The thing in my life I yearned to achieve

Had bore fruit at last, my soul was relieved.

And so to answer the question you voiced –

My one goal in life, my happiest choice?

Love and have children and watch them grow up,

The sweetest of wines from life’s flowing cup.

Jamie F. Leader
Copyright ©2008 Jamie F. Leader

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Sonnet Number 3

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Sonnet number 3

 

Peace fills the room as water fills a glass

And silence floods me with it’s quiet calm.

But passion lingers, not yet in the past,

While I draw circles on you open palm

With fingers that tremble at memories

Of the fire ignited in passion’s throes,

And pleasure cascades as shivers through me

Like wind caressing the trees as it blows

Through the world – then we gaze at each other

With eyes that are fixed in a tired stare

That’s only ever passed between lovers

After the intimacy they have shared.

So now into sleep’s gentle arms we lay

To dream each other to another day.

  Jamie F. Leader
Copyright ©2006 Jamie F. Leader

When Time Was A Child

When Time was a child
And we didn’t exist
With a breath and a word
And a flick of a wrist
We came into being
The Creator smiled
At humanity’s birth
When Time was a child.

Jamie F. Leader
Copyright ©2011 Jamie F. Leader

When Time Was A Child

When Time Was A Child

Autumn’s Sonnet

I used to write sonnets.  Wow, that makes it sound like I’ve written quite a few, but the total is maybe between fifteen and twenty.  I used to write a lot of poetry, using different styles.  Some I’ve been told were quite good.  My wife likes them, anyway, and this sonnet I’m going to share with you tonight is for and about her.  My beautiful wife, Autumn.

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Probably my favourite photograph of my wife, Autumn.

Autumn’s Sonnet

You deserve a sonnet all of your own,

But can these mere words describe your wonder

Like golden leaves on autumn winds are blown

Through woods and groves –  my heart tears asunder

At the thought of you without description.

The idea that you’ll pass through this world

Without a true, adequate depiction

That will allow your beauty to unfurl

Should not be granted either space nor time

To sow its vile seed and then reap the doubt

That would grow from it. Your beauty, sublime,

Should be celebrated – I wish to shout

To the Earth at large, to all that can hear,

That beauty lives in the one I hold dear.

Jamie F. Leader
Copyright ©2006 Jamie F. Leader

What We See

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This is Beth, a beautiful young woman and a talented dancer.

What we see
Is not what we get
But what we can avoid

What we touch
Is not what we feel
But what we cannot take

What we hear
Is not what they say
But a whisper of our own

What we smell
Is nothing corrupt
But the flower of the World

What we taste
Is nothing bitter
But the nectar from the flower