Poetry – Page 10 – Susie Hemingway

You Are – by Susie Hemingway

By Susie

On October 10, 2008

In Love poems, Poetry, Uncategorized

You are the sun when shades are pulled

You are the sparkling water that rushes

over shiny rocks in torrent stream,

You are the smoky moonlit shadows on quiet walls

You are the sweet smelling cotton of summer days,

Yours is the smile, adorned in radiant highlights

on a tired face,

Yours are the dark ‘bitter chocolate’ eyes

that twinkle indiscreetly !

Yours is the contented sigh that embellishes my room,

You are the blackberries that hang in myriad burgundy

array against my garden wall,

You are the saxophone in bluesy midnight tones

that stirs my heart,

You are the will and courage of every day

and I am the heart that never ceases to worry…

“You Are” – Now Selected For Publication in A New Poetry Book – The Gift Of Love

"How Still – Remission" by Susie Hemingway

By Susie

On August 30, 2008

In Love poems, Poetry, Uncategorized

How still this life of ours becomes
this joyous quiet silent scene
this plateau held in time
this tableau captured in a dream,

rest here on this your island
marooned with only me
for peace is all that’s needed
to complete this tranquil dream;

my pilgrim, breath this air
your days are restful now
nothing to weigh more heavy
than my hand upon your brow;

as your friend I stand protective
wishing to clasp this pause,
as your lover I fight your corner
always asking for much more!

suspend this moment fast in time
and navigate all hurt away
this dreamlike state, this voyage this journey,
how still this perfect scene…

Sea Dreams – by Susie Hemingway

By Susie

On July 22, 2008

In Love poems, Poetry

Sea Dreams.

In dreams that free the tangled man
you walk on beach of fine white sand,
it’s in your soul to yearn this so,
a struggle yes! but we shall go

I know you dream to smell the sea
to fill those lungs with ozone free
to feel warm breezes brush your skin
taking pain from deep within

the sea a vivid colbert blue
on crest of waves a dream or two,
your slim brown feet will curl and flex
as salty ripples flow and ebb

dream dear man for it will be,
to walk the sands again with me,
to feel the sun on tortured skin
to ease all damage held within

for if I have to carry thee,
among the palms your limbs will free,
your eyes will see, your heart will soar,
the pain no longer at your door.

“Sea Dreams” that deep become,
a wish for thee, that will be done…

My Clock – By Susie Hemingway

By Susie

On June 25, 2008

In Love poems, Poetry, Uncategorized

How peaceful in this pavilion
as the pendulum is free to swing,
I wish to guard these regulated movements
as you oscillate in free time.
I wish to savour your liberty of actions
your power of self-determination
I need to imprison and restrain this time,
to mend this clock of mine.

A Pearl Anniversary Poem for Jen and Ian

By Susie

On June 20, 2008

In My Family, Poetry, Uncategorized

A Pearl Of An Affair – by Susie Hemingway.

In reality a love affair

this finest one I’ll say it here

for as deep as in the Ocean find

this pearl of love, the rarest kind.

A strong consistent bonded jewel

a respected and enduring love,

and in standing close we honour them,

their kindness and their joy of life.

It really is a love affair

that’s lasted long all thirty years.

A recipe for all to see, this magic

is of Jen and Ee.

A classic timeless romance is here, from

clear blue eyes and gentle brown,

from hearts and friends who stood that day

on sunny steps in Acton town…

For we can see it clearly now

this magic of their precious vows.

this strength, this love, entwines their hearts

embracing all – to never part.

We love them so, for without them both

life would be, half the fun, we all agree,

so lets thank the fates that deemed this day

that brought this love, this oysters prized and

special gift, this endless love and gentle bliss.

So raise your glasses one and all!

For this is love a precious pearl…

Village Open Gardens

By Susie

On May 20, 2008

In Poetry, Uncategorized

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So many of our villagers are keen gardeners, their skills and knowledge are beyond myÂ comprehension. Their knowledge is paramount andÂ their gardens are sanctuary’s of peace and beauty, lovingly tended throughout the year. So when the specialÂ day arrives for them to open their unique gardens to us all, we hope for a sunny dry day. To wander the pretty green lanes, chatting and happy to view these priceless jewels is a joy.Â Â

Open Gardens. By Susie Hemingway.

How glorious the gardens

each and everyone

how extravagant and bursting forth

with riot of perennial fun,

we wandered down the sunlit lanes

on this our lovely ‘open day’.

The splendid evergreens and rosebeds wide

to narrow scented lavender surprise,

walkways of the greenest hues

from red, to yellows and to blues,

the pinks so soft upon your eyes,

geraniums potted on one side.

Hellebores in groups of six

herbaceous borders in pretty mix

cabbages, onionsÂ and chickens too!

fruits and herbs in stunning views

delphiniumsÂ lush in velvet blue,

sturdy potatoes in their pots!

leeks, carrots and shallots

Water features to cool and trickle

fish ponds, rock gardens and plants that tickle!

Many pots and nursery beds

perfumed scented, that turn your head.

Arbour’s, enchantingÂ ‘rose cascades’

Ah! what a wondrous pleasant day.

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What a wondrous pleasant day…

Should I Pray Now.

By Susie

On May 29, 2007

In Love poems, Poetry, Uncategorized

Should I be praying
is the time now ?
will you be listening
if I pray now.

Have I got Angels ?
quickly come now,
should I be praying
I’m sure the time’s now,
would you be listening
if I pray now.

Where is my Gabriel
from angels above,
will you be listening
to help and to love.

If I open the door,
If I open my eyes ,
have I got an Angel
right by my side.

Should I be praying
is the time now,
would you be listening ?
If I pray now……

Sung by Jo @ http://www.myspace.com/jomoursimusic

Photo : Courtesy of Matt Rutherford.

I Will Live In This Village.

By Susie

On May 29, 2007

In Poetry, Uncategorized

I will live in this village
with cornflowers blue,
I will love in this village,

a love that is true.

I will glean from each day,

no minute to waste,
I will live in this village

to quieten my haste.

I will love the large skies

with their dark twinkling hues,

I will smell sacred earth

with a love that is true.

But all I ask, is a slowness of pace,

I am seeking dear lord

to not let it race,

for the time is now

to enjoy what we can.

I will walk in this village

along green tiny lanes

only no one will see

the heart that is pained.

The tiny church,

strong in it’s place

holding all memories
I came face to face.

The sorrows of many

who went before,

who lived in this village

with love just the same.

And like my sorrows

they lived in this place

they loved in this village

with cornflowers blue,

they loved in this village

a love that was true……..

Photos : Courtesy – Matt Rutherford.

Can You Please Get Well.

By Susie

On May 28, 2007

In Poetry, Uncategorized

Grandpa please, can you get well
please remember take your pills,
listen what the doctors say,
you must get stronger every day.

I love you so, I love the way,
you chat to me all the day,
for you are kind, you teach me lots,
and when you’re fine you laugh a lot.

We practise chess, and shoot at goal,
I wish you’d stay until you’re old,
sometimes you kick, and then you fall,
never minding, not at all.

Grandpa please can you get well,
you must you see, to catch my ball.
Grandpa please take all your pills,
cause who will feed the fish you see,
if you’re no longer here with me.

Your twinkling eyes that laugh with me,
the fun we have at Grandma’s teas!
Grandpa please can you get well,
please remember all your pills…

If You Feel You Cannot Stay.

By Susie

On May 26, 2007

In Love poems, Poetry, Uncategorized

If You Feel You Cannot Stay.

Darkest sky of leaden light

crescent moon in ageless flight,

Paris on a rainy day,

and if you feel you cannot stay

deep within my heart you’ll be,

and I will see it all for thee.

Pretty ladies passing by,

clouds of white that seem to fly.

Trees of green, in early bloom,

these will take away my gloom.

Look and see, for if you do

house on hill, and friends for you,

deep blue seas, the ‘honeycomb’ man,

and if you really have to leave,

then I will see it, just for thee.

The lovely child who’s soon a man,

I will guide him, if I can.

The music of those lovely years,

will drift with angels to your ears.

And if you really need to leave

then I will hear it, just for thee.

When your body is tired from trying

when your heart is slow to beat,

I will take you on a journey,

when we danced in summer heat.

Windows wide with sultry air,

scented perfumes in my hair.

You will hold me in your arms

and I’ll remember, all your charms.

We will twirl in tango sway,

and if you feel you cannot stay.

And if you really want to leave,

then I will see it all for thee.

I will see the memories past

and if I really keep them true,

then I can do it all for you.

But if you really need to leave,

Then I will do it all for thee .

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Cairo.

By Susie

On May 26, 2007

In Love poems, Poetry, Uncategorized

Oh Cairo of the sepia light,
empurple in the late of night,
the sparkling rays on marble stones,
the quickest steps and gleaming domes.
The narrow streets and alley-ways,
the different smells the different ways.
The hookah pipes, the mint tea trays ,
Oh Cairo and your faded ways.

The empyrean of mosaic mosques,
the many souks and little shops.
The hot and dusty lives we lived,
the little child with flower to give.
Street cafe where every day
we sat and watched,
in wondrous gaze.
Oh Cairo, I remember all those days.

The perfume shop, where we paid
to smell like Chloe, in a way!
The special time, with special friends,
we thought that it would never end.
Halcyon days spent with you,
enticing splendour of garnet hue.
Twinkling stars in darkest night,
Oh Cairo of the sepia light.

The dark robed men,
with beads and dice,
delicious honey with special spice,
the bright and silky lengths of cloth
tahina, lentils in a pot.
Can you recall this magic place ?
for I can see your handsome face.
Oh Cairo of the sepia light.

Top Photo – Courtesy: Matt Rutherford,

Sing Heart And Come Alive.

By Susie

On May 25, 2007

In Love poems, Poetry, Uncategorized

Sing heart and come alive,
close your eyes and clear your mind.
You can recall those desert sands
and when I take you by the hand,
atop the golden dunes we’ll stand,
in heaven, in those mountains high,
sing heart and come alive.

Sing heart and come alive,
the alleys of the old Oman
in bustling fruit filled market place,
I clearly see your lovely face.
The dhows along the river nile,
it’s splendid majesty of pace,
sing heart and come alive.

Sing heart, and come alive,
close your eyes and clear your mind,
the hanging fragrant jasmin blooms,
will take away your heavy gloom.
The beauty of your mothers face
the slowness of our daily pace,
sing heart and come alive.

Sing heart and come alive,
the frankincense in pots of gold
the alleys and the boys so bold,
the galaxy of sweetest cakes,
the air so warm upon your face.
Close your eyes and clear your mind,
sing heart and come alive…

If You Should Leave Me

By Susie

On May 22, 2007

In Love poems, Poetry, Uncategorized

If you should leave me,
where would you go.
To the arab courtyard,
where once you held my hand.
The fountains flowed,
the coolness of the shade.
If you should leave me,
where would you go.

If you should leave me,
where would you go.
To those corn fields,
with sapphire skies.
Where hand in hand,
we walked and cried.
If you should leave me,
where would you go.

If you should leave me,
where would you go.
To empty beaches
where once we sat
on fine white sand,
under palms so tall.
If you should leave me
where would you go.

If you should leave me,
where would you go.
To hot dry lands
in tiny street, or
market place,
with ‘tawlah’ game in hand.
If you should leave me,
where would you go.

If you should leave me,
where would you go.
To Paris or to Rome
will you remember,
friends or me.
and most of all your home.
If you should leave me,
where will you go.

If you should leave me……

Lean Towards Me.

By Susie

On May 21, 2007

In Love poems, Poetry, Uncategorized

Lean towards me if you can,
For I am strong and tall.
I will hold you, not let you fall,
lean towards me.

You have a right like every tree,
to breathe and stand,
to fight when harsh winds blow.
You are that tree, and I am strong.
Lean towards me.

Hold your spirit strong,
like newly sown corn,
pushing through the difficult times,
for I will hold you, not let you fall.
Lean towards me.

You set your heart free
You let your spirit soar.
For you are brave, you are that corn,
And I am tall and I am strong.
Lean towards me.

Our fight is long
Like the river flows,
twists and turns with stones to cross,
but you are here, and life is now,
And I will hold you, I will not let you fall.

Lean towards me…..

Sung by Jo Moursi on http://www.myspace.com/jomoursimusic