A Poem on request

The problem with blogging the day after having published a new post is that I'm afraid people will only read the latest one and not look further down, when I actually wrote something yesterday which I would like everyone to read. I wish I knew when people went on my blog, but didn't quite understand how to put a counter on the site, but hey! The important thing is that I am writing!
Today I got a text from Wit: "Hi Joey Poo, I'm a bit short of material for Passion magazine. Any chance you could e-mail me a love poem today?"... Wait a second, is she asking ME to provide a love poem for the magazine (It being Valentine's Day coming up soon, a time of year which I actually despise, not just because I have been single every valentine's day of my life but also because it is a pagan excuse for guys not to be loving and galant to their woman all the other 364 1/4 days of the year!)? Right now? Can I do that? What a question, of course I will!!! I have never written stuff like this on demand, and would die before I saw my art sell out into some cheap poetry but it's quite amazing when people start requesting your stuff like that! The is, it's all gotta be from the heart. So I went to work writing a poem. I normally write when I am inspired, but this time I had to be inspired to have writing material. The stuff I write isn't in rhymes and sonnets or whatever is conventional, but I felt I should try and write something people could relate to, still making it non-cheesy and genuine. Now, what inspires me?... Who inspires me?! Using my muse I wrote a draft of a poem about her, then typed it out and re-reading it each time brought corrections to it, finalising it into a 14 syllable per verse poem with rhymes, except towards the end, where I put a stanza of randomness, my usual stylee! Here it is for your reading pleasure. Make sure you read yesterday's post too though!...

08/02/2005

You don’t know, God blesses me

It’s not the way you smiled at me when I first caught your eye,
It’s not the way you moved and talked that made me trip on wire.
The interest I had in your excited expressive moods
Was blown up by your vocal strings, which make you now my muse.

Now I notice all about you
Every time I see you.
The way you dress, faces you make
Make me appreciate you.

And God just makes me wonder,
Why would He awaken,
The things that for so long
To put asleep in me had taken?

In you I see some colours
Which I’ve never seen before.
You’re special and you’re crazy,
But you’ve got oh, so much more.

So many things of yours
Leave me curious and charmed.
I cannot make sense of them
I just look up and think “Hmm…?”

Dark hair, gorgeous eyes,
Voice of an Angel
Whether speaking or singing
Walk by and I am caught in your movement
That’s what it’s like being near you.

God, He can be so random,
But beautiful for that.
I’ll seek you out and fail,
Then cross you just like that.

When the Lord comes in my mind
Everything falls into place.
Everything He does
Makes me smile and know his Grace.

Well it’s by Him that I can have
These absurd feelings for you.
And by His Grace that I could share
This morning dawn beside you.

The End. (It doesn't actually say the end at the end!)