Something someone’s heard
What is the meaning
Is it large or small
Or doesn’t anyone know
How to describe it at all
What is love
Is it a gentle kiss
A tender embrace
Or is it someone
You could never replace
What is love
(date written unknown)
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Here we stand among the millions
a life without fears of war or poverty,yet we elect leaders who show us only bothwith no recoil to their souls.They stand and gloat with their taxesnot caring for the food for you and I.Dismissing the lingering deathsfrom battlegrounds in far off landsand ignoring the voices of thosewho put them where they are.8 January 2011
Clover daisies and grass
on the carpet in front of me.A thousand heads of cloverand daisies dotted on the greenas far as the eyes can see.No sea of turmoil thereas each has its own plot there.(7 July 2007)
Every avenue of thought
living or inanimate.It registers in our brainas something we like or hate.We never know what it isuntil we confront it in our lifeand it inspires us to write.From rolling stones to breaking bones,a kiss that promises sweet bliss.Anything can promptthat avenue of thought.14 January 2008
There is a little weed in my garden,
He is a stubborn little perisherwho just will not go.I have given him a sprayand pulled at his leaves,but still he refuses to leave.He stands there proud among the flowerstaunting me day after day.I am determined to get rid of himbefore my hair turns grey.Days have folded into monthsand still I cannot win.He just stands…
Into the maw of darkness,
trying the chase the dreamsthat spun around his head.Trying to empress his friendswith the driving skills, he never had.His three friends yelledas excitement filled their mindsas they charged into the darknessall without a care.The rain came down in torrentsand still he sped onoblivious to the dangersif he did not slow down.As the visibility loweredthe boy…
It hurts when I think;
and holding you,the way I used to do.I wish I could have told you,how my heart felt about you.There never seemed the timeto say I love, be mine.Now it is hard to realisethere is someone else in your eyesthat it is not me anymore,whom your love is for.
Is it mirth, or melancholy?
Joys above,
Are there many, or not any?
What is Love?
If you please,
A most sweet folly!
Full of mirth and melancholy:
Both of these!
In its sadness worth all gladness,
If you please!
Prithee where,
Goes Love a-hiding?
Is he long in his abiding
Anywhere?
Can you bind him when you find him;
Prithee, where?
With spring days
Love comes and dallies:
Upon the mountains, through the valleys
Lie Love’s ways.
Then he leaves you and deceives you
In spring days.
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Come hither, child, and rest,
Behold the weary West!Sleep rounds with equal zestMan’s toil and children’s play,Come hither, child, and rest.My white bird, seek thy nest,Thy drooping head down lay,Behold the weary West!Now eve is manifestAnd homeward lies our way,Behold the weary West!Tired flower! upon my breastI would wear thee alway,Come hither, child, and rest –Behold the weary West!
A gift of Silence, sweet!
To lay down at your unobservant feet,Is all the gift I bear.I have no songs to sing,That you should heed or know:I have no lilies, in full hands, to flingAcross the path you go.I cast my flowers away,Blossoms unmeet for you!The garland I have gathered in my day:My rosemary and rue.I watch you pass and…
Beyond the pale of memory,
A place of shadows utterly,Where never coos the turtle-dove,A world forgotten of the sun:I dreamed we met when day was done,And marvelled at our ancient love.Met there by chance, long kept apart,We wandered through the darkling glades;And that old language of the heartWe sought to speak: alas! poor shades!Over our pallid lips had runThe waters…
Let us go hence: the night is now at hand;
And we have reaped the crops the gods have sown;Despair and death; deep darkness o’er the land,Broods like an owl; we cannot understandLaughter or tears, for we have only knownSurpassing vanity: vain things aloneHave driven our perverse and aimless band.Let us go hence, somewhither strange and cold,To Hollow Lands where just men and unjustFind end…
I would not alter thy cold eyes,
With aught of passion or surprise.The heart of thee I cannot reach:I would not alter thy cold eyes!I would not alter thy cold eyes;Nor have thee smile, nor make thee weep:Though all my life droops down and dies,Desiring thee, desiring sleep,I would not alter thy cold eyes.I would not alter thy cold eyes;I would not…
Shall one be sorrowful because of love,
Which lives and dies, unknown?Because no words of his shall ever moveHer maiden heart to ownHim lord and destined master of her own:Is Love so weak a thing as this,Who can not lie awake,Solely for his own sake,For lack of the dear hands to hold, the lips to kiss,A mere heart-ache?Nay, though love’s victories be…
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Hearts.
Love is,
That spell you fall under
Emotional thunder
That life giving wonder,
We can’t live without.
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Bring out the Lions,
The faceless Elephants,That never speak,The smiley, idiot painted Clowns,That make their cars go round and round,I hear the Crack! of Master’s whip,He thinks he’s really very hip,And we go down, and down we Go,Into the Hell, we yet not know!
Life is a Tragedy
And yet, we hold onEver, so sadly.
From Love to Hate,
Love can quickly turn to Hate,When felt it was just a mistake.
You think,
You root for this One, publicized,You know, the One that has no pride,But always, very much to hide,‘Politicos’ they are astute,They always know which horn to toot,Behind closed doors, amongst themselves,They plan the voting, empty shelves,Then cakes are sliced for future dates,While we watch on, behind Hell’s gates.
Free, Free, Forever!
Imagination,That is in me,I travel,To the Land of the Free,A star is born,Within,A light,No matter how slight,It’s still a light,With which you can see,A Light,Obliterating Night,Ignorance and pain,Becoming more humane,Thru Love,Freedom’s Light,Forever Free!
It’s been a day
And unique, muse,Rose colored, sentimentsAnd dreams, diffused.Like in a trance,Your image seen,Engenders life,To lonely shore,Just, like before.It’s been so long,The time has flownBut could not killOur loving songI’ve always loved you,I love you nowCan feelings liveEternally,Not killed by time,And still remainAlive and free?Today you didCome back to me,Your presence,May have been,A fantasy,But what I feltI…
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Over and over again,
Undying till,
The last breath,
If ever you are,
So blessed,
That is what Love Is.
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What is Life without a Poem,
And accompany you, Always,Giving you a brand new start.
Come,
The essence of your mind,Where I will certainly find,A Spiritual Bond, forever.Love isn’t only eyes,The Mind, the Spirit,The union of the Souls,As hands intertwine,This electrifying Feeling is mine,All mine, when we’re together
Imagine,
Were the same,Just learned that not even the Earth’s rotations,Are each time, the same,So why should all the people,And all the nations,Be lame, brain washed robots,All the same?Their personalities maimed,To serve some 2cent tinkered with dictator,Of socialist fame,Manipulation is not education.No two blades of grass,No two leaves of the same tree,Are the same,So why should…
The Age of Fools,
More we progress,More we’re harassed,With Falsehoods told,To Young and Old,As pockets line,Themselves with gold,And we are fooled,Not once but twice,Which really isn’tVery Nice!
So personal, so deep,
What mirrors keep,A sigh, a tear, a secret love,Those things that poems are made of.
True and natural
Nature be,Her songs so free,Songs of Seven Seas,The Oceans vast,I love so muchThe blue intense,Of skies I touch,When Nature sings,It’s much more than we,In all its, Incredible,Creativity.