Along with reams of short stories, and longer attempts at fiction, I’ve written countless poems over the decades. The bulk were written in my teens and twenties and I literally have folders full of handwritten and typewritten compositions.

I’d been threatening to put a selection into print since the mid-90’s. I remember discussing it with an old girlfriend in ’95 but a number of things always seemed to stop me. Part of that was not really being sure if I wanted to share them with the world, part was never having the time to go through what was amounting to thousands of bits of paper – ranging from typed and formatted finished compositions to hand written stanzas on the back of paper bags, or anything I had at hand when inspiration hit.

A few years ago I finally got round to sorting out a collection and published them under the title “Wild Card Symphonies”. Consisting of three smaller volumes of my work, “Wild Card Symphonies”, “Cry To Me”, and “This Graveyard Heart”, the book totaled just over 120 poems. You can buy a copy (plug plug) through Lulu on one of the links at the bottom of the page if you like what you read and want to have more.

I wrote this after losing someone who was the first real love of my life. I’d had a number of other girlfriends before but for whatever reason I was truly head over heels in love and through my own stupid mistakes messed everything up.

Silent Poetry

I want to show you reasons

Why you should stay here

I want to tell you things

That my heart wants you to know

But I can’t find the right words

To tell you that I love you

And I want you to be here.

This time may be forever

The way my heart feels

But I know it won’t be for a day

If I can’t open up and tell you

That I think you’re so special

And I can’t bear to see you leave.

When you’re not around me

I feel so alone and empty

These things scare me

Because I want to know that you’re okay

And that you are having fun

And if that makes you happy

You can have whatever you want

Just please stay in touch

And as much as I doubt it

I’ll still hold hope for tomorrow

I wish I could have shown you

I wish I could have found some words

But the poet in me was silenced

When I needed him the most.

You’re so special

But now are you really just memories

And wishes without substance

When I really need to feel

Something more.

Move over and give me some thought

I want to give you a reason

Why you should be here now

I want to let you know

What I feel inside

I want you to want to be with me

Everytime I laugh and cry

I want there to be a beginning

Because the ends are so hard

And I still love you.

(For Angela)

(SILENT POETRY; By A R J ABRANSON; 31-07-95/12:01)

My poetry anthology, Wild Card Symphonies, is available to buy now on Lulu in both Softcover and Dust Jacket Hardcover.

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