Thursday, August 28, 2008


Daisy loves me do, daisy loves me don’t
was she loves me would she loves me will she loves me won’t
Daisy loved me once, does she love me still
Did she love me when she loved me would she love will
May she love me might she love me could she love me aught
Alas forsooth the petal o’ truth
Nay she loves me
- Not

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2005

Monday, August 25, 2008


Lil’ hotcake heartbreak
Frilly va-nily lily of white fudge cake
Puddin’ pleasin’ taste bud teasin’ peripheral perfect pound cake

Cupcake ala cheesecake
Caress-able cushy of tapioca tushy kissable cuddle-able lick-able lovable
Ass-cessible appetizingly exquisi-mo analy amicable clambake

Le hor'dourves derrière
Delectably delicious clam dip nutritious ass-candy of curvaceous casserole
Sphincteral spam of spread-able ham
Tongue twister thread-able elist of edible bubble-icious butt-on of hole

Whiplash via moustache
Lapping lamb chop lollipop legs luscious of lollapalooza
Booty-ful bobbler gam gobbler cobbler bouncing bam of cunniligual-cooza

Marinade my face with all your grace lil’ hoochie coochie moon
Bibblety bobblety bubblety wobblety willble-woo
If you will excuse me now for my voracious vow but I need to lick

- The spoon

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2006

Sunday, August 24, 2008


I hath beset thee with loneliness
as I hath burdened thee with my madness
so be it mine own heart is forsaken.
slip softly now ‘neath the gentle waves of thy despair
as this river will run deep with the cost of thine innocence.
shalt I know thee anon for mine own demise is nigh
and yet it harbors such bittersweet sanctuary
knowing I will find thee already tendering its threshold
never knowing of the love I held for thee.
forgive me now, as never did I say
- Good bye

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2005

Saturday, August 23, 2008


They laugh at your expense
Giggle when you trip, chuckle as you fall,
then so applaud when you weep.
Still there is nothing softer than your heart
except for your soul sad with tears.
Thus I shall find you when you are lost,
love you when you are lonely,
and lift your heart up in spirit so you know
You will always have the key
- To mine

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2003

Thursday, August 21, 2008


Cellophane aeroplane -
Fragile free spirit of stained glass rhapsody
Tiny transient translucent tickling technicolor tapestry
Delightfully delirious demurely mysterious; wind dancing whimsical daydream
Carnival colored harmoniously hovering cathedral crepe paper crystalline
Panoramic prim princess of luster and luminance pirouetting passionately petite
Tumbling thumbelina bedazzling ballerina quaint is her quadraphenia suite
Sensuously simplistic soul solstice submissive that soft is her touch surrealistic
Affectionately amorous grandiosely glamorous her heart of hope altruistic
Do you tickle to tease me touch me to please me lay fair fancy upon our hearts
Summers end is too near what I do fear is the fall that autumn imparts
For some sunny day you will fly far far away, that all I ever knew
Was an elusive kiss left lingering on lips is all I have
- To remember you

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2005

Wednesday, August 20, 2008


weet vessel of sorrow
Can I not say the words more than I wish to hear them
for I cannot let go of what I have yet to hold.
Would that I rather die alone in love with you than perish
In the arms of another.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2008

Tuesday, August 19, 2008


The brushstrokes of a gentle heart

paint the portraits of a misunderstood soul

that his loneliness turned to madness.
When all you ever wanted to be - was loved.

Thus the stars shall always fall for you

that you know she loves you - Still.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2004

Friday, August 15, 2008


Save comfort not for me,
For I am rapt within the beauty of my sadness.
Will you keep my heart as close to yours
or simply tell me that you did love me upon a time?
As even now the morning approaches
yet I shall never want for the light of its dawn
for all that was ever good in me
- Was you.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2005

Monday, August 11, 2008


Dream me away -
as I am but a figment of your imagination.

For they were not my lips

which whispered comfort into your ear

when you were sad and lonely.

Nor were they my arms which found you

when you were lost and left astray.

Still it was always my heart which held you
when I had nothing else

- to give.

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2008

Monday, August 4, 2008


Fly, fly away my fair fleeting grace;
is it that you have left me once again for the wind
As all I have left are the remnants of today
that I have lost my reason for tomorrow.
There can be no console for the failure of my heart
when never did I chance to say
-“ I love you.”

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2005

Sunday, August 3, 2008


So it is to choose -
Between the stars and the moon

is whether to dream or be that dream,
yet as I look into the heart of my evenings sky
I will know you to always be there.
As I can still see you
- Dreaming

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2005

Saturday, August 2, 2008


What is the flower
which blooms in my heart;
that it fills me with the warmth of my longing.
But a blossom gentler of laughter tender
may my love beseech its belonging.
How soft is my bed that I make it her stead
be it soft that her love might grow.
Save soft as her kiss may that it rest ‘pon my lips
or will it be I shall ever
- know

© Charles Coakley Simpson 2007