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Hi all,

Poetry traffic has been very slow on "The Corner" for a while, so I'm laying down a challenge for all poets to write something, anything, even if it doesn't rhyme.
(The treacherous subject
is "Love".)
So get those pens out and share your thoughts.
All poets welcome !!

Good Luck....
Mick.

"Oh! Plenty wars, to seek, with eager men to die,
As many weaken hearts, to spread by peace, a lie,
With filled minds of wrath and empty mouths of blood,
With wicked whispers near, as far as weapons flood
The same old wrecked world where tyrants rule and thrive
The everlasting crowd – and o, alas! At last!! Who feels alive?!
The dim over the candle, which spread the lofty dreams
Among those shadows – lost – in such a sprout of beams,
The ripple softly falling, of golden cup’s beheading,
When fiercy swords are drawn, for jewels fall when shedding?..
Or maybe broken bones, for masters, and cruel laws for tyrants,
As well as lots of aces rise to crush such heap of ants,
- If not – why not?! – more stones, to build the shrines for giants
Which never seems to end the poison among plants?!..
Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, no! There’s no one, left alive,
To tell the story further for ears that strive to listen
Such nonsense of a mirror from which the whispers glisten
Around the edges, death – this blade who guards the hive;
There’s nothing else to raise, for heads that lies beneath
A truth that’s long forgotten, replaced by some gods
Which often show at wars, to spill more blood – such odds! –
Where wrath had sunk already, like ivy changes heath;
Without a fear of dying, there’s one, among the ravens
That lurks around these realms, to mourn, to weep, to yell:
From death, to life, the bard’s awoken spirit, - look!!
Where silence seems to cure, had nothing else to tell!.."
(extract from "The Quotes Garden" 2017-2019)
©Th3Mirr0r

HOW CAN I BE YOUR FRIEND
AS WE SIT OVER A DRINK
YOU TELL ME OF A NEW LOVE YOU HAVE
SHE HAS TAKEN OVER YOUR MIND YOUR HEART


HOW CAN I BE YOUR FRIEND
CANT YOU SEE THE PAIN IN MY EYES
CANT YOU FEEL MY SADNESS
HAVE WE NOT SHARED SO MUCH



HOW CAN I BE YOUR FRIEND
ONCE I WANT TO SIT ALL NIGHT
HANG ON YOUR EVERY WORD
HOW I NOW WANT TO RUN AWAY



HOW CAN I BE YOUR FRIEND
AS WE HUG EACH OTHER GOOD NIGHT
A PART OF ME DIES
MY FRIEND MY DARLING
YOU ARE MY MIND MY HEART



HOW CAN I BE YOUR FRIEND

I LOVE YOU ...

There is nothing more in my soul.
Only grief and sadness.
And a little bit of warmth.
I'm silent.
Am I already dead?
My pain is terrible.
Blood flows everywhere

God! tell me it is just
A bad dream!
The world has gone blind.
The world has gone deaf
The earth is burning.
Where is Your love now?
At least try to leave
Them a memory of the place,
Where their children's bright dreams
Could be saved.
And a bar mitzvah
On the last night before the war.
I'm silent. I concentrate on the pain.
Please tell me it"s just a bad dream

Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.

In the depths of passion's untamed,
Our desires unleashed and inflamed,
A connection beyond words, untold,
When bodies collide, in fervor bold.

When I feed your lust, my love,
Your body quivers, with each thrust and shove,
Each rough touch transmits ardor's fire,
A blazing testament, to our fierce desire.

To forceful dance of skin our hearts race,
Our bodies interlocked, in sacred embrace,
Your cries of pleasure, a sweet symphony,
Ignite a hunger, driving me avidly.

With every tremor, a higher peak we climb,
An ecstasy unbound, a primeval chime,
In your vulnerability, my ardor is unchained,
Our passion's fire burns, uncontained.

The boundaries of pleasure, we'll transcend,
This unbridled eroticism, will never end,
climaxing bodies trembling whole,
o*gasm, will be poetry of our souls.

-- The sound of mystery, -
My guitar tuned itself and sent it's music!,
To the bottom of the sea!, -
--And what a mystery?, -
Yeah, yeah, --

--The sight of mystery, -
My ship and the crew now drift south!,
To the bottom of the sea!, -
-- And what a mystery?, -
No albatross can been seen!, --

--The feel of mystery, -
My arms turn to fins as I dive down deep!,
To the bottom of the sea!, -
--And what a mystery?, -
All things, they await, to meet me!, --

What a mystery? - Only in a mindless dream?, --

--The taste of mystery, -
Man, I see the virgin sun swing low!,
To the bottom of the sea!, -
--And what a mystery?, -
It's where no one else has ever been!, --

--The smell of mystery, -
Mermaids gather round, inviting, wanting me to be with them!, -
To the bottom of the sea!, -
--And what a mystery?, --

--The feel of mystery, -
You can find me has you stand there in the sand shallow at the waves, I'm pulling you in!, -
To the bottom of the sea!, -
--And what a mystery?, --
Yeah, yeah, yeah

We marched to the fore,
With bravery and might,
Hopes of wining battle,
But our hopes were out of sight.

The fight hard and long,
swords and spell clashed in the dark,
with the echoes of defeat,
weighing heavy on our hearts.

We fought with all we had,
But the enemy was strong,
And as our numbers dwindled,
We found all hope had gone.

The cost of war is high,
And now we pay the price,
As the echoes of defeat,
Resound in our hearts tonight.

So mourn lost sisters and brothers,
And grieve for what was done,
let the echoes of defeat,
Remind us what's been won.

Never forget the fallen,
Their sacrifice' won't be in vain,
we'll fight with all our might,
To make their memory's remain.

As we march towards the future,
We'll remember what went before,
As the echoes of defeat,
Spur us on to win the war.

I am in awe of and feel blessed by the nature that surrounds me here...on retreat with no ticking clock, no timetable
Tucked nicely away from the hustle and bustle watching the trees gently sway whilst listening to their leaves rustle
The melodic sound of birdsong fills the air and their delightful acrobatic display seduces me
Refreshing rain falls and that awakens my very presence as my senses are stimulated and pleasant thoughts are provoked
I feel insignificant yet protected in the woods around the tall strong trees and their foliage so dense
Each year, every season come rain or shine, during both good times or sad I am drawn to return and just be....
I choose to be fully present here...soaking in the atmosphere of each unique minute, hour, day....i sit, i walk, i lay in sweet surrender feeling weightlessly at peace
Nestled amongst the array of spectacular colours, the scent of sweet perfume the diversity of the clouds in the sky, the sun, the stars the moon
The sound of silence envelops me ,the stillness calms my mind
The gentle breeze whispering in my ears. caressing my skin reminding me it’s real as it feels so surreal
I am here it is not just a dream....it is a free gift and one i shall always treasure
Just as the stream fluctuates, the trees bend are flexible ...i surrender ...i choose to go with the flow
I rest in complete awe of this seemingly mystical splendour as it gently blesses me, restoring my mind body and soul
And I mindfully give thanks to our creator, as i go.

Here are some solutions to the migrant problem are easy you see
Just make the place they left from where they want to be
Make it a place of good wages and violence free
A place where everyone lives in glee
Make the weather nice and the governments nice too
Everyone helping each other making some great stew
You bring the onions, I'll bring the beef
And we'll have a great feast with green grass beneath
So the people will live in warmth where they don't have to freeze
And the health of them is good so they don't have to sneeze
So the problem is easy, don't cha know
Just make Mexico and the rest where they want to go