Haiku No.4

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Was shown this old poem I wrote in 2011, I felt it had aged quite well, so i’m sharing it with all of you!

Waiting to fall (2011)

I stand at the precipice waiting for someone, or some feeling. My mind is clear but my vision is hazy at the precipice waiting for that feeling.

Tingles in my heart, butterflies at the start, the dance of that feeling…

I know its name i’m just waiting to fall.

The heart is deep, out of which I could crawl I know its name, that feeling… I’m ready to fall.

The times nearing, even at a whisper I can hear it. Although deaf to the meaning, when you speak its clear that its you that draws me here.

When you smile I know that its my heart you own, when we rest or play all doubt I fore go.

You raise my spirit to a point I envy the rain, falling so care free with no fear of pain. But you can wash it all away, new emotions I shall obey, like gravity for rain your love is the reason I came.

Futures untold as our story unfolds… Future is safe, I feel it when in your arms i’m enclosed.

Your cares and affections are to me like a womb, I will stay there where its warm…and let your heart play me a soft tune.

No longer fearful of my impending fall, darling there I will stay as my emotions form…until the day love is born.

By Alpha Maurice Cidade Cauwenbergh

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Doing a spring clean and found a poem from 2006 about my first love

2006: This Poem was written for the first women I every truly fell in love with. It saddens me that this is actually the unfinished version as I’ve lost the rest…I think I wrote the rest on a completely separate piece of paper, why? I have no idea, doesn’t make much sense now. This section of it is still quite nice to read back but the full story of my affection and journey with her was so much more than the words in this portion. And as I don’t really remember the rest of the poem I can only hope that I managed to capture it all in the those lost pages. I am considering finishing it now…but i’m not quite convinced of the poetic merits of that…we’ll see.

When, Where, Why, and How?  (Incomplete)

When I first laid eyes upon your moves, you seemed alone, unraveling melodies in your grove.

Could I tell then of this future so crude? never because alone you were not but already dancing with my heart too.

Contemplations arose whilst transfixed on your pose, when? now, later or never do I make you my cause?

While I make my approach inside I suffer, with proximity to the source my resolve will stutter.

Still beside you I stand entranced, with pupils fixed on your hips as you dance.

Heart beats and seconds race as I try to define, the ways in which you make notes stand still in time.

When is the moment right for me to join you? Do the processions of my intentions deserve you?

When..? Now my heart screams, so my left foot proceeds, Alpha now! is the plea so my right foot concedes.

Your rhythm never broken, your step never faltered as you accepted me into your dance, it took all but a moment for your endorsement, all but a moment for your glance.

So fluid is the way that we move, spawn beauty it will, the sight of us soon. Like flickering flames under a full moon or the silhouettes of roses illuminated at noon.

It’s done now, I’ve taken this action but your feelings are still the lesser known factions…

by Alpha Maurice Cidade Cauwenbergh


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Found this poem I wrote in 2008 for a girl I used to work with…

Françoise

Bonjour Françoise…today you came into my life.

I walked down our flight of stairs, to see you there and at your silhouette I stared.

Not a smile you offered or a gaze you gave, well not in my direction so there I stayed.

I’m already under your spell of straight faced claims to beauty shining through your frown, but had I understood it was the road less travelled that I were about to head down?

Bonsoir Françoise…today I learnt the truth.

In my attempts to gauge the distance to your heart, I discovered this Journey had to be halted before its start.

In truth I felt a little sad, already knowing the news had to be bad.

Your heart belonged to another, this story is not new but just another.

Another tale of unrequited lust and affections, or at least those were my expectations.

Bonne nuit Françoise…tonight i learnt the real truth.

After months of admiring you from a far, transfixed on you as though looking through a jar, at a specimen of female endeavour, vigor and elegance.

I see it’s impossible now to relieve myself of your infection, so instead I pursued you in hope of a cure for those feelings, desires and cravings. As I drew nearer to the answer it felt as though i could hear the Gods of fate sing.

Sometimes your mere presence overwhelms me with your smell intoxicating, your conversation electrifying and your beauty awe-inspiring.

Your existence in my life is an assault on my senses near to the point of insanity, but a cure I did find in this reality, for no longer was this moment confined to my head…finally.

The cure for you was found in your kiss so sweet, soft and laced with passion my single life I would not miss.

Enjoyable it was to be in your embrace, soul fulfilling I found it to be in this place.

P.T.O

Now a new page, chapter and verse can begin…

Bonjour Françoise (the morning after the night before?)

To be continued…

by Alpha Maurice Cidade Cauwenbergh


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