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I Missed You.

By Susie

On August 19, 2024

In Friends/Lovers, In Death, Love, Love poems, Memories, Multiple myeloma, Poetry, Site News, The Box of Secrets

I missed you, when the heated rhythm of Salsa, that feels so like chillies when they touch your tongue drifted across the dance floor,

I missed you as this enticing music reached my jewelled pinned ears.

Where were you? When the luscious sounds of Sax blues, caught my needy toes so carefully encased in high dancing shoes.

Where were those slim sun touched hands that would reach to twirl me to the dance floor.

Where was the graceful dancer, whose gentle persuasion could spin me like a whirlpool, making me turn and sway to the sounds of Latin beats and Bluesy tones.

Tell me, where were those magical eyes, those sparkling rays of light, that always laughed with me.

Where was that smile, those breathy movements on the dance floor, those feet that could glide and coax the dancer from my soul.

How my heart wants to dance with you once more, instead of standing alone when the music calls to me.

I watched the others spin and whirl but my arms were empty, sadness for your charms that made me feel like sixteen again.

I was never a wallflower but she has found me now, where were you when the deliciously heated sound of Salsa reached my ears,

where were you?

This Special Time.

By Susie

On August 14, 2024

In Drink, Family, Food, Friends, Gardens and Gardening, Love, Love poems, Memories, My Family, Reunion

The late afternoon air was sweet,
delicious aromas of lavish scent
and expensive cologne filled the air,
the deliciousness of mouth watering food
filled this beautiful space
reaching my nose!
You know this coming together
of careful preparation, of thought
and special management.

This party was perfect and
I know about parties
the right ingredients that go together
to make it so, wonderful music and
a beautiful space,
this was certainly that!
All the tiny touches that create
the ambiance that pleases the eyes
even old ones, like mine…

Making no excuses I like beautiful things,
people, interesting and well mannered,
houses, homes stunningly created with
love and care.
Visually appealing always charms my soul,
It has always been this way
even when money was a little less available
beautiful scenes gave me immense joy.
All this was there…

A stunning home, beautiful gardens,
green and lush, dripping yellow roses
the scent of which caught your nose
and most of all beautiful people, laughing,
chatting in groups, catching up on years missed.
Oh the joy of talking to lovely souls! Seeing
the handsome faces with bright sparkling
joyful eyes, beautiful faces, pretty dresses
much laughter and special times…

Memorable moments are made from
these special occasions,
hard work and thoughtfulness that
bring together family and friends
who love to be together and will travel
across the world to make it so,
dear family that bring us closer…
My eyes are much older now, but my heart
brims with love to see them all.

Thank you everyone who made this possible
that made this such a special time…

©Susie Hemingway. August 2024.

True Love Speaks.

By Susie

On April 9, 2023

In Family, Friends/Lovers, Love, Love poems, Memories, My Family, Uncategorized

True Love Speaks.

There are many ways to love,

but love only endures when it moves like waves,

dancing like the tide, that ebbs and flows.

When love comes into sight

It liberates us all into life until

joined in loving commitment.

To know why the desert

burns with fever,

Is to understand its magic,

Just like the knowledge of real love,

It brings with it such serenity,

such peacefulness,

such fulfilment and such joy.

Those that truly love, have roots

that grow towards each other,

like the rare desert trees,

they find that they are one tree and not two.

How do we know true love speaks?

Seek for those trusting eyes,

cherish that kindness of heart,

nurture that precious love,

that perfect someone who

makes you smile, for it only

takes a smile to make a dark day

seem bright.

Sometimes people come into our lives

leaving their footprints on our hearts

and we are never the same again.

True love speaks in tender tones

and hears with gentle ear,

true love gives with open heart

and true love conquers fear.

True love makes no harsh demands,

it neither rules or binds

and true love holds with gentle hands

the heart that it entwines.

Two lives together bound by fate,

a love found in the sands of Dubai.

Two parts of a loving whole

two hearts a single soul combined.

So, as we gather here

on this very special day

our dear family and our dear friends

from so many corners of our beautiful world,

we come to celebrate this special love,

for we know love speaks.

There really is no place large enough

to contain so much joy,

so we smile and hold out our hands to the universe

and with all the love we possess

Wish our Leanne and Jo every happiness.

Leanne and Joes Wedding 1st April 2023

Photo courtesy of my desert friend Fadi Lydon.

copyright Susie Hemingway .

Some comments taken from social media.

what a beautiful poem- Jodie Mernagh April 2023

truly beautiful-Anne Manning

oh that must have been so lovely to hear at the wedding, as always wonderful words. Audrey Blincow.

lovely poem -Ali Voysey-Jenson.

how did you read that without collapsing in tears? Truly beautiful celebrating the love that you brought into the world for the next generation to wrap themselves in. Just beautiful Susie. esp for ex-Pat children. Deidre Hamilton Stewart.

so very beautiful Susie, Dianne West Garvey.

What a beautiful Wedding gift that will only grow more precious as the years progress, they find that they are one tree and not two. John A. Bayern.

Beautiful and very relevant- Gill Sims.

the photo fits the poem just beautifully – Gwen Macrae.

that is just gloriously beautiful Susie, what a wonderful gift for them.- Sian Williams.

Feel My Dreams For You.

By Susie

On March 31, 2022

In Family, Love, Love poems, Uncategorized

â€œFeel my dreams for youâ€

Solace of mind on difficult days,
comfort when troubled
or when sadness bleeds your heart,
wise eyes to be able to see all beauty
especially in unexpected places,
laughter to play on those beautiful lips,
the ability to accept in those sparkling eyes,
hugs that raise your spirit soul
and friends to share those happy days.

Laughter in abundance to surround and fulfil,
to ring in your ears, play on your mouth,
faith to hold you up, to believe on those tough days,
confidence when the journey is not easy
Patience and courage when days are difficult and
unrelenting,
but most of all compassion and an
abundance of love to complete your life.

May you always have a sunlit door to walk through…

Poem dedicated to my Sons and Grandson.
Susie Hemingway. 2022

The Open Door Photo: Courtesy of Anne Manning with thanks.

I Have Not Forgotten.

By Susie

On August 26, 2018

In Home at Hemingway, In Death, Love poems, Memories, Open Letters, Poetry

Do You Think I had Forgotten You ?

The years and months pass quickly now from the delicate Springtime to the gloriously hot Summers the brilliant kaleidoscope of Autumn and on to the snow covered Winters,the days and months sneakily roll into one patch of time.I look from my windows at the changing seasons but only see you, do you think I had forgotten? I cover my days well, I smile a lot, its good to smile…But forget no! There will be no forgetting.

Loss is made endurable by love and it is love that will echo through eternity…

My Wish for 2017.

By Susie

On December 31, 2016

In Favourite Quotes, Home at Hemingway, In Death, Lincolnshire, Love Quotations, My Family, Open Letters, Uncategorized

My 2017 Wish: â¤ï¸

When I was younger, I never thought about losing someone I loved, silly me, how naive but I thought as I loved my Mother and Father utterly and entirely that they would be there forever, well at least until they were VERY old. Then the years passed quickly and so did they and they weren’t…Then a few short years later I lost my ‘ best love’ ! I recently looked at my old address book and was saddened at the names crossed through, friends no longer here. ðŸ˜”
â¤ï¸As a New Year starts, 2017, a once thought of faraway number for me, may I ask you something dear family, dear friends, may I ask you to love and cherish those precious to you. Hold them tight, never take them for granted, give them loads of hugs and tell them you love themâ¤ï¸
My constant consolation in life is that I told my Mum and Dad and my ‘ best love’ often how much I loved them – we all did – it’s a family thing perhaps but it wasn’t always so but how very important you know, for one day you may ‘ turn around’ and ‘they’ have gone…
Do it at the start of this New Year, â¤ï¸do it todayâ¤ï¸do it now, say it often,hold them closeâ¤ï¸for love, if you feel it, is the greatest gift you can give, it is also the greatest gift you can receive. Tell your children, your wife, your husband, your partner, your lover, your mistress, your dear friend, your pet, that you love and cherish them if you do â¤ï¸Never miss the chance, for life is so fleeting and memories are all that remain when those you love are gone, remember love is the greatest and most powerful gift of all! ..â¤ï¸

Corinthians 13:1
” I may speak in different languages of people or angels but if I do not have love I am a noisy bell or a crashing cymbal. I may have the gift of prophecy. I may understand all the secrets things of God and have all knowledge and I may have faith so great I can move mountains but even with all these things, if I do not have love, then I am nothing…”

â¤ï¸I love you my dear family and my dear friends and I wish you all a very Joyous And Healthy 2017â¤ï¸

The Box Of Secrets

By Susie

On November 20, 2016

In Books, Health Issues, In Death, Lincolnshire, Love poems, Memories, Multiple myeloma, Photos, Poems of Places, Poetry, The Box of Secrets

Introducing my new glossy coffee-table book full of ”Poems of Love” and gorgeous photos. You can find it over at www.blurb.com in the bookshop under poetry. In larger print for ‘tired’ eyes.

Chateau Magic.

By Susie

On September 28, 2016

In Imaginations and inter-blogging, Love poems, Poetry

Just as a child’s fairy tale
this vision of mystique dreams,
this magnificent realm of
chateau magic
that I have ever seen,
romance abounds
within these walls
built from love, I’m sure.

This immense bastion
this estate and stronghold
is more,
this private kingdom
magical, mystical, spectral
it is of fairies, spirits,
it is of goblins,
of this I’m sure…

To live this life without romance
without dreams and fairy tales,
would dull the days
make indolent the evening song,
no ‘folly’ that provides such delight
where feasts the eyes such tranquility
and joy,
of this I’m sure…

Of this I’m sure…

Photo – courtesy of Brian Firth.

The Waiting Game.

By Susie

On July 6, 2009

In Health Issues, Multiple myeloma, Poetry, Uncategorized

“The Waiting Game” a new poem by Susie Hemingway is on: http://www.susiehemingway.blogspot.com

Tag: love

I missed you, when the heated rhythm of Salsa, that feels so like chillies when they touch your tongue drifted across the dance floor,

I missed you as this enticing music reached my jewelled pinned ears.

Where were you? When the luscious sounds of Sax blues, caught my needy toes so carefully encased in high dancing shoes.

Where were those slim sun touched hands that would reach to twirl me to the dance floor.

Where was the graceful dancer, whose gentle persuasion could spin me like a whirlpool, making me turn and sway to the sounds of Latin beats and Bluesy tones.

Tell me, where were those magical eyes, those sparkling rays of light, that always laughed with me.

Where was that smile, those breathy movements on the dance floor, those feet that could glide and coax the dancer from my soul.

How my heart wants to dance with you once more, instead of standing alone when the music calls to me.

I watched the others spin and whirl but my arms were empty, sadness for your charms that made me feel like sixteen again.

I was never a wallflower but she has found me now, where were you when the deliciously heated sound of Salsa reached my ears,

where were you?

True Love Speaks.

There are many ways to love,

but love only endures when it moves like waves,

dancing like the tide, that ebbs and flows.

When love comes into sight

It liberates us all into life until

joined in loving commitment.

To know why the desert

burns with fever,

Is to understand its magic,

Just like the knowledge of real love,

It brings with it such serenity,

such peacefulness,

such fulfilment and such joy.

Those that truly love, have roots

that grow towards each other,

like the rare desert trees,

they find that they are one tree and not two.

How do we know true love speaks?

Seek for those trusting eyes,

cherish that kindness of heart,

nurture that precious love,

that perfect someone who

makes you smile, for it only

takes a smile to make a dark day

seem bright.

Sometimes people come into our lives

leaving their footprints on our hearts

and we are never the same again.

True love speaks in tender tones

and hears with gentle ear,

true love gives with open heart

and true love conquers fear.

True love makes no harsh demands,

it neither rules or binds

and true love holds with gentle hands

the heart that it entwines.

Two lives together bound by fate,

a love found in the sands of Dubai.

Two parts of a loving whole

two hearts a single soul combined.

So, as we gather here

on this very special day

our dear family and our dear friends

from so many corners of our beautiful world,

we come to celebrate this special love,

for we know love speaks.

There really is no place large enough

to contain so much joy,

so we smile and hold out our hands to the universe

and with all the love we possess

Wish our Leanne and Jo every happiness.

Leanne and Joes Wedding 1st April 2023

Photo courtesy of my desert friend Fadi Lydon.

copyright Susie Hemingway .

Do You Think I had Forgotten You ?

Loss is made endurable by love and it is love that will echo through eternity…

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Although you’re down and feeling blue

a little bit dreamy not wanting to

talk or read,Â I understand,

just love smiles will do…

I’ll wrap you soft as feather down,

and feed you from a silver spoon,

bewitch you with procured delights

just return those love smiles tonight.

I’ll fill the room with bergamot