The Narcissistic Foxes

The Narcissistic Foxes

The narcissistic fox pair like to cunningly plan to slyly cheat,
Traversing to opportunistic events, to secretly and illicitly meet,
The French fox blissfully polishes and grooms plans for the days,
When the Canadian vixen will joyfully abandon her faithful family.
They seek each to bask and reflect in their mutual mirrored pond,
Their plans made with detailed care do really lack class, finesse or flare.

Off to Chicago where bloomers collectively did at a party play,
They cheated first mid-year for closer to a week than a short day
The narcissistic vixen’s family forgotten dismissively and  without a care.
Then while autumn was on the rise again they met to prance as together,
Those sly narcissistic foxes along those sandy shores of Vancouver Bay
With seagulls in flight bearing witness to their deceitfully cunning ways.

Then  early in the year bloggers once more collectively did met,
In New York providing the foxes once more the opportunity  to cheat,
And to plan next to meet in April when the vixen painted head to toe,
Flitted off to Paris again for a slyly planned deceitful adulteress tryst
I have been told, where for all to see that boldly reflected in glass,
Are she and he, that sly cunningly audacious narcissistic fox pair.

Where next will opportunity lead for their meetings of narcissistic lust,
And to abandon  family at home with ever that misguided sense of trust,
Will it be where bloggers choose to collectively to meet in San Jose or NYC,
Perhaps closer to home somewhere nearer to Toronto or a lake maybe?
Wherever it be, I am sure the narcissistic foxes have already slyly planned
The moments when they will once more meet for cunningly illicit trysts.

© W. Heron, 2014

Illicit Flights

Illicit Flights

Shadows lay alike and birds in mirrored flight

Indicate the trysts and meets of illicit delight.

The encounters traversed to a different shore

Occurrences oft repeated come to the fore.

Images reflect that they are in true facsimile

Revealing that truth to be seen so explicitly.

With aspirations aimed for the coming day

Of separate flights to a town on southern bay.

There no oranges or apple blossoms do bloom

Or waves gathering on that new shore to boom.

To the place where there blows no notable wind

Where repeated intrigue pass without rescind. 

Hidden in the calm visage of congenial notability

Are these acts of an individual’s secret duplicity.

© W. Heron, 2014

Heart Soul’s Death

Heart Soul’s Death

I walk the path of immeasurable  soul's suffering,

I do not go to the places once loved and shared,

When I do, my love's wraith may in memory be waiting,

Remembering  the words of failed cautioned warnings,

This heart’s soul  knows only constant unceaseless pain.

I had only this vulnerable heart which now suffers

Given in offered on the promises of love’s joy,

Trusting as ever in seeking an honest emotion’s promise,

I gave my heart's soul into seemingly trusting hands,

To be outbid by the offer of openly superficial reward.

Left to wonder whether the gift of overwhelming love,

Can ever hold itself against the offers of lustful gain,

I wander lost while this tender heart's spirit

Ever remains with the heart soul of the one it loves,

Knowing that joy no longer is part of this own soul.

I will no more the places trod where we once went,

These have been diminished and hidden by a deceitful  one,

This heart understands that plan with the  duplicitous she,

From scribbling visions of her prominent puritan guise,

I recollect the time when love was a tangible glory.

Seeking for solace and release while sitting and writing,

Knowing the many faces of the specious focal one,

Feeling sad for the failed assurances of the loved one,

The heart soul dying with its spirits’ final obliteration

Remains with love's wraith who is overwhelmingly  loved.

© W. Heron, 2014