Stop me if you've heard this before.....

[dafydd manton]

I'd walk a million miles
To avoid a cliche.
I avoid them like the plague.
So, when I think of you, why
Does my heart race like a train?
Why does it go pit-a-pat?
Why do my limbs turn to water,
And I melt in to you?
Why are your lips like petals?
Why is your skin like velvet,
Your eyes like pools
and I float on air?
Why can't I fit in the word
"Maelstrom?"

Why do I run like the wind from cliches
Yet you've turned me in to one?
That's the Power of Lurve.

:brow: :blush5:

[angliholic]

The power of love makes one float on air!
Thanks, Dafydd, for the beautifully haunting poem!

[Hawkman]

Oh dear!

All this naked emotion first thing in the morning... It's enough to make a cynic vomit on his cornflakes :D Get a grip, man! Where's that stiff upper lip? (and don't tell me it's above that loose, flabby chin)

Actually I rather enjoyed this, you old Druid.

Best, H

[dafydd manton]

Dear Hawk, I was full of stiff upper lippery on rising this morning, but the aforegoing was written yesterday eventide whilst under the affluence of incohol (he lied.) It is a declaration of undying something, but it's too early in the morning to know precisely what. However, I'm sure it's a good thing.

[Maryd.]

Again, my good sir, you have produced a masterpiece... Mwah to you...
Floating on air ha? Love is grand.

[lallison]

normally I would just fill in this box with generic laudatory comments when I read a poem like this one, and yet, the depth of its generics borders on masterful. Allow me to try and fill in some of the places I've heard these lines before.

Stop me if you've heard this one before.....the title of a Smiths song
I'd walk a million miles Wang Chung-every body have fun tonight
To avoid a cliche. just to be with you
I avoid them like the plague. genius at work here
So, when I think of you, why and it just keeps getting better
Does my heart race like a train?
Why does it go pit-a-pat?
Why do my limbs turn to water,
And I melt in to you?
Why are your lips like petals?
Why is your skin like velvet,
Your eyes like pools
and I float on air?
Why can't I fit in the word
"Maelstrom?" but the irony is, you did

You, my friend, have managed to make a mockery of poetry in such a masterful manner that the work itself becomes poetry. Give yourself a pat on the back!

[dafydd manton]

Thanks, Lall. I wonder if the lady in question will have such a mercurial knowledge of music. I wish I could claim that I had done what you suggested, but it was pure chance. Either that, or I know more than I thought I did.

[lallison]

Sorry, mate, she probably won't. I try to hide my interest in poetry when courting. Better just to throw some money around and take her somewhere trendy. Of course, I always end up with women I don't like for very long. Keeps me free and happy, I guess.

Good luck with this one

[PrinceMyshkin]

Witty as hell! The only cliche I think you omitted is "Night & Day / You are the one for me," but maybe you were saving that for a sequel?

The thing is, I hate to expose you for this, is how much bloody fun you had composing this and some of your others. Isn't poetry supposed to involve pain?

[dafydd manton]

Oh, it does, Prince, it does, but the drugs are kicking in now! To be fair, I had masses of fun with this one, but some of the others cost a fingernail or two!

Lall, I'd love to be able to claim something amazing, but the reason for the poetry is because I'm flat broke. My ex spent it all. I just have to hope that the lady in question (Yes, her again) is more of a Chip-shop girl that a frequenter of Tiffany's!

[hillwalker]

I enjoyed this immensely daf, but it means I now have to rip up about a dozen poems and start all over again

[Delta40]

I really enjoyed this - so cheesy and yet so true!

[dafydd manton]

Cheesy R Us!

[hack]

As Groucho Marx is said to have said:
"Sir, I resemble that remark." Good stuff
Carry on.
...peace...

[Song of Mercy]

I think star crossed was omitted as well...nicely done.

[dafydd manton]

Curses. Fancy forgetting Star-Crossed!! Oh well, I shall have to doodle a post-script some time!!

Thanks all for the comments, they are appreciated as ever! :blush5:

[Jerrybaldy]

I would walk five hundred miles to avoid a cliche Daf, and then I would walk five hundred more, just to be the man who walked a thousand miles to say ' nice one Daf'.

[dafydd manton]

Cheers, Jerry. I can think of no answer that wouldn't get me banned for ever!!

[Bar22do]

I looks as if you not only can't think of a safe answer, but that you stopped thinking altogether since that memorable day your heart invaded your head and has set its quarters there --- oh, because of this lady. Is your poetry making her so crucial or is she so exceptional to make your poetry so - well, so GOOD (because what you did here with clichés is masterful!)? - thanks a million!
Bar

(ah, and the title, no, no one will stop you!