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John Trainor

John Trainor

Love is . . . .

I feel you,
Know you are there,
Pressing close,
Behind me.
Yes.
I want you.
Please feel me,
Moving into your aura.
Be aware.
I want you to touch me.
There,
That’s it.
No words!
Feel my needs,
And love me!
Time to turn,
Strobe reflected,
Touching you.
Not rushed.
Taking time.
Until,
We meet,
And move,
Together.
Adagio pulsings,
Building,
Thrusting,
To crescendo.
And engulfing.
Break the silence.
Yes my love,
I am with you.
Melt,
To warmth,
And stillness,
Gentle caress,
And You.
Such is life.

(1986)

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My Aslan

How can I describe you in a song? Portray the beauty I see before m… Sing of your lions mane, your spar… And of the way you move me. Will you love me in the morning?
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With Dragon

With dragon, lay in crook twixt le… Whilst worlds around me move, And when I wake no longer shall I… No more to prove, No half baked scheme,
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These Days

How easily he cries, these days, With thoughts of you. He lies. These days,
Dad

Before I could even speak or know… He told me what I should believe. He told me what I should achieve. He told me how proud he was of me. He told me when I was a disappoin…
Mothers Day

I lost my mum when I was 6! I was a careless lad, For at this age I did not realise… It strikes me strange to have one… This wonderous woman we all have w…
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The Festival Poet

Today I invested some time. In, The space between the spaces. Pushing through gaps thinner than… A particle here,
Song for Luke

Eyes of blue, I saw them in a pho… Look at me I’m the one who sired… Walk on by. Walk on by. Baby face, like looking in a mirro…
Love For Luke

I cannot begin To capture my Love for you In prose or Haiku
Virus 2020

I will not ask for help. This virus has abandoned me high a… I locked down early. As a health professional I did no… Though I waited.
Denial

When mother died, I hid under her… I needed a fortress, a safe space. All that was available was the liv… My two year, younger sister joined… Two huddled lumps of, I’m not qui…
Birthday Boy

“What is it?” (A baby of course,) “Oh it’s a boy.” And as you slapped on to mothers t… Like a wet fish,
Nonsense

Poohbarb, Shoobarb, Whoobarb, Noobarb, All are words that rhyme with Rhu…
Perspective

Oh how we laughed, Cried, Fought, Tried, To make sense of our lives shaped…
Moments of Joy

Like when my darling Matt threw back his head on the back seat of the car and at the top of his five year old voice triumphed, “and I wish you joy,” (oh what a tremolo), “and happiness,...
Eternal Life.

I do not believe the soul goes on… Ordinary, small, events of chaotic… A butterfly here, a feather there,… Insignificant. That I think this way, does not m…



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