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I lie in my bed and sail unfamiliar seas.

I am lost with no map, no guidance.

I still marvel because you love me.

 

Is the breeze which finds your sheets

as warm and strong – comforting,

as the sweet breathe of  this new life?

 

A promise of new love – remembered love.

Your pursed lips blow photographed kisses

across 10,000 miles. My wounded heart

 

responds – leaps in hope – wallows in want

too scared to expect love. Yet, convinced

by your confident words that all my dreams

 

are possible…

 

Frances Macaulay Forde © 2003

(1st Pub. “Hidden Capacity ~ a poet’s journey”, Ireland 2003)

#FrancesMacaulayForde  #HiddenCapacity  #LovePoems  #Romance

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I can hear the sea outside my window

and the beat of the waves against the sand.

 

The glimpse of your face in the shadows,

tears down my cheek, splashing on my hand.

 

My paper’s all covered with lines that I write

trying to express what countless poets have said..

 

To put into different words how I fight the emptiness

of my room and the loneliness ahead.

 

I’m making my own unhappiness as punishment

for leaving you because I was proud

 

Waiting for a letter you may have sent,

trying to be happy with what surrounds.

 

There’s nothing that means very much to me. 

What I want I can’t have – I did it to myself.

 

You’re not to blame because you couldn’t see

how serious all the little things were, that I felt, to me.

 

Frances Macaulay Forde © 1974

(1st pub; “Hidden Capacity ~ a poet’s journey” Ireland, 2003.)

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And I am…                                                     

 

looking through photos of days gone by

– your women – sharp intake of breath.

 

A caressing finger

tells me more

than words or deeds.

 

A hidden agenda

when revealed

shocks absolutely.

 

You laugh ‘Ha’ and say,

‘We’re talking about

20 years ago!’

OK, yes we are, but

 

in that moment

– in our time

you experience

pleasure –

that same tingle

you experienced

 

20 years ago

when your pen*s

responded

to a girl

everyone

lusted after.

 

And I am

 

…jealous.

 

Frances Macaulay Forde © 2003

 

 

#FrancesMacaulayForde  #jealous  #poetry   #romance   #lovepoem  #love

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My 40th Party – 1990

Welcome to September, an expensive month with the most birthdays of family and friends – and my own.

It was difficult for my daughter to fit in an afternoon tea to celebrate mine – so it’ll be a week late.   It’s Father’s Day the same weekend and since the divorce, naturally it’s a separate thing…

Seven September birthdays in all; two of my brothers (one turning the big seven ‘Oh’), my beautiful daughter-in-law and 3 very good friends.

I think Mum and Dad must have made sure they were together over Christmas to have three September babies, but then Christmas has always been a big social occasion in our family.

My dad’s birthday was New Year’s Eve so although we’d be spread around town celebrating with our friends, we always met up at midnight to raise a glass to dad.

I can always tell a Virgo or a Librian… or a Capricorn.   This 1973 poem is another from my 1968 notebook.

 

Did you know?

 

Did you know that Cancer

was compatible with Virgo?

No?

Well, it is.

So now, you

should take notice of me.

 

You’re so tall

you have to bend

to come through the door.

 

I’m so small

I have to jump

to reach the top shelf.

 

Funny, hey, that I

should fancy you

for myself?

 

And me,

so near the floor…

 

How’s the weather up there?

Do you know I care?

 

Well, I do.

 

I like an awful lot of things about you;

your blond hair, blue eyes and glasses.

 

Your big nose!

 

Even your massive

size ten feet

and huge toes.

 

Like thick fingers,

they’ve got character.

 

I tried on your shoes the other day

and shook with laughter.

 

They made me feel all feminine

because mine were so small,

compared…

 

I don’t even reach your shoulder

in platforms!

 

And yet…

 

When you hold me

or kiss me

or anything,

I feel nice.

 

All protected and loved

and I trust you,

completely

even when you’re driving

and you know how nervous I am

normally…

 

So you see,

the difference in height

doesn’t mean a thing, really

– does it?

 

Do you believe in the ‘Stars’?

 

Well, I do…

but that wasn’t why

I fell in love

with you.

 

Frances Macaulay Forde © 1973

 

#FrancesMacaulayForde  #Romance  #LovePoems  #Poems  #love  #Virgo   #Capricorn  #Libra  #birthdays

 

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Your contempt for my feelings

broke something inside – no, not

my heart, it was my soul…  You

 

judged me harshly, unworthy –

beneath your regard. In total

disgrace, I slunk away to heal.

 

I needed to breathe deeply,

to absorb the pain, swallow

before wearing silk again…

  

Frances Macaulay Forde © 2011

ART:  Jessica McCallum

 

#FrancesMacaulayForde  #JessicaMcCallum  #ArtAsTheSpark  #Romance  #Love  #Poems  #LovePoems  #ArtPoems  #Art

 

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A while ago, I was introduced to the French Cinquain and fell in love.  The rhythm and structure seems to flow easily for me, so I wrote quite a few.  This one is from a series of five written after a workshop in 2002.

The photo was taken when my sister-in-law Hazel and I had lunch in a little restaurant on South Perth foreshore, with views over the mighty Swan River to Perth City, on a foggy Autumn Day.

 

#FrancesMacaulayForde  #PoetryPostcards  #Cinquains  #Poetry  #FrenchPoetry  #Trust  #Romance  #LovePoems  #SouthPerth  #PerthCity  #SwanRiver

 

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I learnt an embarrassing lesson yesterday; don’t rush!

I hit the ‘publish’ button like I would the ‘enter’ button – big mistake!  Unconcerned, I thought I’d just correct and ‘Update’ which, of course, I did in seconds.

Embarrassingly the preview of the blog post (goes everywhere!) stayed as the original un-edited version although when ‘read more’ was clicked, the corrected version appeared!

Lesson well and truly learnt!  Writing and posting when you’re tired or in a rush – just don’t do it!  I do sincerely apologize.

Hopefully I can make amends with a poem written before love returned to my life.

 

DOORS CLOSING

How often has the door closed on opportunity for me?

And how many times have I shut it?

 

‘Well, open it again.’ You say.  Not so easy

when it is wedged with prejudice.

 

Locked with lies about your femininity

and jammed with judicial errors.

 

I am an opportunist and I do believe

as one door closes, another… you know.

 

But sometimes, for my sanity, I take

the easy way out.  My heart’s the same.

 

I’m not brave in letting that door stand ajar.

The solid barrier protecting my comfort zone.

 

A jack-hammer wouldn’t be heard now!

I’m deaf to desire and numb to need.

 

The woolen blanket around my feelings keeps me warm.

I lock the door, pocket the key, work and love in secret.

 

Frances Macaulay Forde © 2000

 

#FrancesMacaulayForde  #Poem  #LovePoem  #Poetry  #Romance  #ComfortZone  #Desire  #DoorsClosing  #Lessons

 

 

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Invention

 

I don’t need a Bell Curve

showing the Probability of Distribution

nor an economist theorizing

about the Positive Externalities

 

this is no pie in the sky nor castle in the air

although this is a novelty for me

an invention of a future

love is a collaborative result

a breakthrough in this human’s knowledge

an altruistic patent knowing I can love again

 

because necessity is the mother of invention

and we invented you and I

put into practice love after fifty

 

according to the five Laws of Limitations

(Diffusion of Innovations)

Knowledge

~ you found me on the net after thirty years

Persuasion

~ you in Ireland me in Oz and Messenger

Decision

~ both agreeing to Explore the Possibilities

Implementation   

~ your plane landing at Perth Airport and that hug

and Confirmation

~ yachts and vows on Hillarys Boat Harbour

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Frances Macaulay Forde © 2007

 

#FrancesMacaulayForde  #LoveOnTheBeach  #BellCurve  #Invention  #LoveAfter50  #LawsOfLimitations  #Knowledge  #Persuasion  #Decision  #Implementation  #Confirmation  #Yaghts  #HillarysBoatHarbour  #PerthAirport  #Ireland  #Australia  #Messenger  #PieInTheSky  #CastleInTheAir

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I started doing poetry postcards when I ran Poets Corner @ Pages Cafe as a giveaway on each table.  I figured if people were kind enough to sit and listen, they deserved a keepsake.

I’m still in the habit and find them useful as giveaways at readings and book events.   I get them printed – often for free, when VISTA PRINT  do ‘specials’.

This one has the first (the very first) oil painting I ever did, on it.  My dad gave me a set of oils for my 12th birthday and a small tester board.

I haven’t done more than a handful since but this first attempt at oils, was always my favorite.

The poem was written for my returned love; every time he turns to carry on with his everyday… I miss him this much.

 

#FrancesMacaulayForde   #PoetsCorner@PagesCafe  #POEM:INeedYou  #ExploringPossibilities

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Eclectic Encore for Grace Knight!  

(Valentine’s Day, Western Australia, 2006)

It was hot – bloody hot for Valentine’s Day.  The kind of heat that oppresses, suggests multiple showers and hard-working deodorants.  Not how one wishes to appear on the day most touted for romance, especially when treated to a restaurant dinner with a Grace Knight concert to follow.

One wants to be cool, elegant, calm of face and dry of appearance ~ didn’t happen.  That would be sexy and romantic ~ the heat should come later… There was plenty of the other stuff ~ gorgeous food, wine, loads of women dressed for the occasion…

Sitting on the Joondalup Hotel restaurant terrace would normally have been the optimum place for our table. But not when there isn’t a breath of fresh air – just dampness descending.  Gazing over the cutlery into pools of passion and longing, we’d occasionally steal a wanton glance at the circular, ice-cool pool frequented by ducks. But in the still, hot night, trips into the air-conditioning for buffet treats, delicious sweets and succulent seafood helped make room for the next scrumptious plateful.

Although sexiness in female apparel sometimes means tight, it also means more skin exposed to the non-existent breeze and men wearing long pants, even though they’d rather be in Stubbies with a cold midi in hand, not drinking champagne or wine instead.

Our guided trek across green valleys past ancient, many branched grass trees ~ a magnificent statement of origin, helped digestion before spreading our blankets, in a patrons area, close to the stage and next to the lake, to receive a traditional Noongar welcome.

The flocks of ducks rising from the still water disturbed by the ‘five thousand, nine hundred and ninety-six’ others (some parked as far away as the shopping center), circling and settling back down to become part of the enchanting landscape again.

We were seduced by a medley of Show Tunes; then Mantovani, Rogers and Hart and more, performed by stars of the Youth Jazz Orchestra, fresh from their recent New York sojourn.

The Police spotter plane circled in the freeway distance but Gracie held her hair out of her face, away from the strong fans cooling from both sides of her performance space, to electrify us ~ her real fans ~ with so many favorite songs of luuurve.

As a big cheesy moon rose among the trees we thanked the sponsors, the resort and our fabulous community up here on the Sunset Coast for an unforgettable Valentine venue, promising to make a date for next year too.

Frances Macaulay Forde © 2006

 

#FrancesMacaulayForde  #ValentinesDay  #GraceKnight  #JoondalupResort

 

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