THE PORT OF LOVE

After the ravages of war and conflict in the posts below - a nice love poem! Port of Love was written first as a poem in 1985 ish inspired by a close female friend I met at the Teesside Poly. I was working as a researcher in local history for the Guisborough Teachers' Centre - out on field research at South Gare - Redcar - by the mouth of the Tees. There oil tankers line up waiting for the pilot cutter to guide them in  around the sand bars - that in the past wrecked many a ship. Below is Port of Love is another from the around the same time. In 1986 we set Port of Love to music. The song was never finished and this is an instrumental first draft with me playing keyboards (chords) based on a piano piece I'd had fromthe Coventry days but taken a lot slower and with either Steve Ingledew or Steve Gillgallon on melody keyboards (can't remember which one played on this. Had we finished it both would have been on the track and it would have been more developed but it gives a flavour. The vocals were spoken.

PORT OF LOVE By Trev Teasdel 1985

Calling that little lost ship
anchored off the River Me,
Wave tossed and unsure
in the sea's vast void.
Signal
and I will send my pilot cutter
to guide you in
through the rocks of uncertainty.

In my harbours
you'll find shelter from
the sea's whip-roaring waves

and a mooring
in the deep cut channels of
my river soul.

And to the sailors
of your wide-eyed senses
I grant
the freedom of the city
of my loving careingness
looking to all your needs
through the eye-glass of intuition.

You may stay forever
or leave when you choose.
Calling that little lost ship
coming closer to the lips of the river me.

I am the port of love
and I call to you to come in on the next tide.

This Poem was published in Trev's Book Poet Reprobate (Poetic Licence Collective) 1985

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We Talked for Ages..

We talked for ages
I fondled your mind
till your thoughts became firm.
That night
I unzipped all your secrets -
the ones you show to no-one.

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I penetrated
your emotional virginity.

You bled a little
I held your hand
I was trying  hard
not to fall in love.
You had told me
you were not ready
for-love-again-so-soon.
I discovered a thousand trips ropes
strung around your body and your mind.

It was inevitable
that I would fall
eventually
headlong into that well of love.

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Helpless
I hit the bottom -
found no water there to soften the blow
when your eyes
Told  me NO!

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This poem was published in Trev's book Poet Reprobate 1985 and also the magazines Folio / Streetclean / Outlet