Esther Frances

The time comes when one has to give up on their soulmate. When promises made in previous lives are not kept time after time. It is with great sadness that I choose to sever this tie but I owe it to myself and have to let my light shine brightly in the time I have left. 

This one is about show-off men who brag about everything in order to attract other people. 

My Poetry is Lost at the End of your Leg 

A summary of me 

Our bones disintegrate or else....... 

As above 

ID crisis 

For someone I loved 

Love 

Us 

Playful Poetry - an unserious issue 

I don't even like this poem - just felt the need to write it 

Sex, lies and rock and roll...... 

Self explanatory 

Too good to be true.... 

Essentially being who we are 

Deceived 

What can I say? 

Observing others that choose to remain trapped.. 

Observing others who choose to remain trapped... 

Having a little fun - hope no objections from Blackpool - spent many years as a child on holiday there..... 

We all have one..... 

Inner child - do you know yours? 

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, will our love last, I know that it must my friend.....sorry but couldn't resist! 

Mutual acceptance of who we really are brings a comfort that is denied to most........ 

Trapped in domesticity 

Retaking the love, the energy, the giving....even when that's not really true... 

Can we really fulfill others' needs since all our aspirations are so individual...and yet most needs are simple...they include love and acceptance 

The dichotomy of what love is or is not......the irony of the valentine.... 

bla bla bla 

Order after chaos.... 

The challenge of the male/female union... 

Reasons not to...... 

People have many different aspects - the physical, emotional, spiritual...and within each of these are many layers and levels....it is this learning process that leads to real, sustainable love... 

Out of love comes pain and out of pain comes love.. 

A holistic love story... 

Let absence, distance, circumstance be not a barrier..