Poetry - Poesie - Poesia

The Blasting Winds Marcel Toussaint ©2007 The day woke up calm and grey out of focus was this early display with a slow advancing cloud forming a gloomy enveloping shroud. Even the clock seem to be still nothing moved in the rolling hill the trees stayed erect and stiff edging a solid line at the start of the cliff. A change of weather is expected sans delay done with is the last cozy sunny day a pleasant Autumn is taking its bow giving way to the frowning Winter's brow. All at once a boisterous crosswind kept young trees bent; and pinned their branches to the balcony railing furiously shaking, slamming, bruising. The wind took a lull stopping its blasting a fine mist started the raining. Of a sudden new violence hit the landscape heavy drops let nothing dry escape. Then the dancing of autumn leaves swirled in the tempestuous weaves with a rumbling symphony of exploding sound to force us captive and housebound.

How Are You? Marcel Toussaint ©1996 You have not been hearing from me, Nor have I been hearing from you. A reason? Wondering for clue, May I ask for news, on my knee? How are you?

There, There You Are Marcel Toussaint ©1999 Lonely, I imagine how it would be if your lover would let you free, yes, free. Yes, everyday you would come over with your kisses I would then feel better. We hide from everyone in the park we look for cover and meet in the dark late, always late, when no one should be out. Of our passion there is no doubt, no doubt. Deep in my heart there, there you are deep in my heart there, there you are. I am stealing the love you have promised I find it hard to look like a tourist. I need your warm kisses evermore so between our loving, time goes slow, so slow. With your kisses I would then feel better to me everyday you would come over Lonely, I imagine how it would be if your lover would let you free, yes, free. Deep in my heart there, there you are deep in my heart there, there you are.

Poems

Bond Of Happiness Marcel Toussaint ©1996 The flame of love must always be alive, Not to burn out to become an archive, For it will bring joy and warmth to your heart, A bond of happiness to never part.