Crestfallen

She looked to the sky
and asked the moon why
his crestfallen face
drooped from outer space?
With a sigh he replied
"It is my heart.
For I am so far apart from my one true love.
She is the sun that smiles from up above.
No matter how hard I try
or how fast I fly,
I'm always missing her light.
Seems I am destined to live
forever in night."

Fragments

The gentle bite of an early autumn day.
A languidly rising sun shining through a shroud of morning mist.
The way it gleamed off the old maples, ripe with dewy jewels.
Leaves crunching and shuffling underfoot
as I made my way across Johnston Green.
I remember that moment.
It hangs in my memory like a work of art.
A fragment of time I yearn to feel again, but can only admire from a distance.

Review of The Hitcher by Charming Man

If you've not yet been charmed by the literary prowess of Mr. Charming Man, stop whatever you're doing, put the kettle on* and pick up your Kindle.  Charming  Man has several titles under his belt, each one unique yet all focused around the central theme of chance encounters. His latest release, The Hitcher, is a great place to start.

The Hitcher takes us back to England in the late 1970's to meet Steve. Steve is a university student on summer holiday when he is tasked with the job of preparing his parents' summer property for new renters.  He embarks on a road trip which turns into much more than he bargained for. In a tantalizing twist of fate he finds himself in a cat and mouse game with a sexy and very cheeky young woman. 

Charming Man's descriptive storytelling transports the reader straight into the scene. I could almost feel the warm summer wind rushing past me as I became a passenger in Steve's car.  This erotic short even comes complete with a soundtrack, further adding to the full sensory journey the author takes us on. I found myself reminiscing about that crazy summer of '79, and I was only just born!

This is a tale of fate, summer love, and not to mention very steamy sex. The lighthearted sarcastic banter between the two characters makes you fall in love and leaves you hoping for a sequel! 

Read more about The Hitcher & Charming Man himself:

http://www.charmingman.com/the-hitcher/4566584617

Buy The Hitcher on Amazon:

http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00LH5FWN2 

Buy The Hitcher on Smashwords:

http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/454184

*pour the wine

Not just words...

You are the arms that hold me when I'm falling
My guardian angel when the demons come calling

You are the breeze that dries my tears
You are the light that banishes my fears

You are my rain in times of drought
My encouragement in times of doubt

You are my sunrise
My escape from night's despondent cries

You are my sunset
My solace from the day's regret

These are not just words
You are not just you
But an extension of my soul
My love forever true

(c) SA MacNeil

A Piercing Melody

Spill some blood

To you
I was a fool
Wore my heart on my sleeve
Showed you the deepest parts of me
I thought you were special...different...rare
To you I was a game, you really didn't care
So tell me now, how does it feel
To slash your sharpened lies of steel
Across the heart that loved you for real
Is this what you wanted, to spill some blood
Well congratulations. Welcome to the flood.

(c) SA MacNeil

Childhood's Ache

waking
as the sound of rustling leaves
and eager birds ready to seize the day
is quickly replaced
by a different serenity
the familiar hum
of lawnmowers and laughter

days were spent
transforming the forest
into our own imaginary kingdom
chasing boys
threatening them with kisses
riding bikes for hours
anywhere and everywhere
swimming in the river
chasing waves in the ocean

the whole neighborhood
our playground
there were no fences
no strangers
no reason to keep people out
our neighbors were family

street-wide BBQs and badminton tournaments
turned into backyard bonfires
best friends
swinging in the hammock
singing old Beatles songs
under a sky of endless stars
dreaming of a future
with endless possibilities

childhood's ache
reverberates deep within me
I long for these days
when life was simple
innocent
pure
these memories are mine
to cherish for a lifetime
and for that
I am eternally grateful

(c) SA MacNeil

Incendiary Inkwell

His brooding stare

His brooding stare

She could not bear

There was a battle brewing 

Behind arctic blue eyes

His pain 

She felt

Like daggers plunging into her heart

She wanted to reach out

Cradle him in her arms

Slay all of his troubles

But she was too far

Separated by oceans of circumstance....

(c) SA MacNeil

Little red dress

Ladies don't drink beer

"Ladies don't drink beer" he says...

Well I am most definitely a lady
And I most definitely drink beer
I'm soft spoken and polite
I wear my jeans and dresses tight
I can drink with the boys
And tell dirty jokes
To rival all the other blokes
Sappy movies make me cry
And I could never hurt a fly
But I can shoot a gun
Not to kill, just for fun
I can use power tools
And wield an ax
It's all true
These are the facts
I can switch from heels
To hiking boots with ease
I can strut a catwalk
And even climb trees
I can play guitar
And camp under the stars
I can bait a hook
Just don't ask me to cook
I enjoy sipping tea
And single malt whisky
I'm Canadian
I'm Scottish
I'm a scientist
I'm a poet
I'm laid back
I'm down to earth
I was raised with manners
Hand me some nails
And pass that hammer
I'll build you a bookcase
It'll be your special place
Where you can store all your other outdated preconceived notions
of what a lady should be...

"Ladies don't drink beer" he says
Well, I am a lady of discerning tastes
And I will drink this beer
With a smile on my face

(c) SA MacNeil

Siege nor storm

Siege nor storm

Will not break me
Strong and proud
May none forsake me

(c) SA MacNeil

No leaves, not here

She always loved trees

True giants of the earth

Standing tall

Proud

Reaching their branches to kiss the sky

Dancing in the wind

Whispering secrets only they know

She loved to study their leaves

Each one so intricate

Complex

Exuding a simplistic beauty

Only nature can achieve

The unassuming providers of life

Each one representing hope

Hope for the future

For each year they fall

Each year they are reborn

As she walked the path

Traveled so many times before 

She was overcome with grief

For there were no leaves, not here

Great tragedy had befallen the forest

Life replaced by death

Life replaced by greed

A force of destruction unmatched by any other

Human nature 

(c) SA MacNeil

As the fog swirled in....

Moan of the Moors

The grey moan of the moors
Hangs overhead
Laden with the ghosts
Of Highlanders long dead

(c) SA MacNeil

Cloak of Stars

Precipice

Balancing on the precipice

Between heartbreak and happiness

Wondering which way the winds will turn

Will you reach out your hand?

Or watch me crash and burn?

(c) SA MacNeil



Cast Away

 

Unfurl your sails

Cast away

Let the wind take you

Wherever you may

You are the captain

Of your fate

 

(c) SA MacNeil

Fire

The fire rages
She stands entranced
Mesmerized by it's dance
Flames reflecting shadows
Of a girl
Who once was

(c) SA MacNeil