Alan Blind Owl Wilson.
He was, for me, the handsomest guy in the world.
I loved the way he smiled. I would have given my world just for one gentle kiss.
Maybe he was an unconventional dreamboy for a teenager.
But I never cared for conventionality – not even then.
Archive for April, 2008
Teenage crush
Posted in Shocking my mum, tagged canned heat on April 25, 2008 | 10 Comments »
Teenage dreams
Posted in Shocking my mum, tagged blues, canned heat on April 20, 2008 | 7 Comments »
My mother could not understand what I saw in him.
She more or less accepted my fixation with The Beatles.
But this!
She must have thought these guys looked dangerous, and that her baby was going to end up walking a lonesome road with feverish eyes and a heroin shot in her veins.
The lonesome [...]
A lady and her knight
Posted in Poetry is crimson, tagged Arthurian poetry, painting, poems on April 19, 2008 | 4 Comments »
For were I worth the whole of womankind,
And all the wealth in th world were in my hand,
And if bargaining I were to bid to bring myself a lord-
With your noble qualities, knight, made known to me now,
Your good looks, gracious manner and great courtesy,
All of which I have heard of before, but here prove [...]
Three words game
Posted in Poetry is crimson on April 7, 2008 | 5 Comments »
.,, wrote:
Alexa’s a rebel
with a cause
I rather enjoy
Alexa wrote:
(a tricky rhyme)
giving you joy
.,, wrote:
with three words?
Three words poem
Posted in Poetry is crimson, tagged poems, poetry, rhyming on April 7, 2008 | 7 Comments »
.,, wrote:
said trickle flows
slow so clear
vivacious as crystal
enriching all givers
increasing each lover
while nameless sad
faces race hating
merely their fear
Alexa wrote:
Hold me tight
as lovers do
what we share
joy in lust
is just love
love is just
three little words
