Love Poems (7,090)

Let's listen
As the flute continues to propagate
high notes by eighths to no end
the droplets within (palm frond's) cascade
Perpetual rehearsing its own composition
mortality merely tags along

Let us imbibe
Barley malt restless to liquid ferment
mealworms and crows conceal in whiskey
That together with manna baked wafers
sweet turned bitter was Eden barred

Let be otherwise
Reminded one apart from the other
fire and blood pipes every vein
Tongue to lips translate to which
rhyme or reason bedevils us all

Let's then be
Halved in two by one design
thence together droplets falling
precipitate from the firmament
Where at first were love released
where at the last as Love shall gather

Not going to run away from happiness
Long as you can stop me chasing after it dear
So if I’m a fool for being anything
I’m a fool for being happy seeing you
When all the busy things in life keep gettin in the way
Just ain’t making it any easier for me to say
You know all it takes is one of your smiles
And I’ll come running back five hundred miles
Why I’m loyal as an ol' tan and black coon dog
Runnin outs the woods to greet you home
And you know I won’t use no cuss words
As long as you’re around me my dear
For I feel right nothing but happiness
Whenever you come back around here
I can’t speak fast enough the thoughts that spin
Around and around trying to say the words
Everything I want to say and have them come out right
So I’m not running away from happiness
Long as you can stop me chasing after it dear

Drab Monday morning - another next week.
My life? Smart metered by Bingo sponsored
daytime t.v. Chat shows. Dry toast. Black tea.
I need essentials – a trip to Aldi.
A tyre’s punctured – it’s a long wet trek
in sighing rain. I can go tomorrow.
There’s a tin of beans – they’re much better cold.

I am not alone, unloved, neglected,
women have loved me - but no one lately,
not since Aoife. I really blew it there.
I could have, should have, handled it better,
played hard to get. They say women like that,
but I was in love - assumed she loved me,
like a fool rushed in – I assumed wrongly.

I pink-ribboned her cards, her billets-doux.
slid them behind flea market curios
in my wall mounted trophy cabinet .
An obscure treasure. A secret love,
out of sight to curious eyes but mine.
Did she ever love me? Who is to say?
She was expert at ambiguity.

Watching ‘Jeremy Kyle’ (for schadenfreude)
my ennui was tranquillity compared.
A sudden eruption - kitchen bedlam.
The immoveable cabinet, constant,
symbolic perhaps of my devotion
slumped suicidally from its fixings -
two doors unhinged and three glass panes broken.

The fallen cupboard straddled a table
and fortuitously placed Chesterfield.
Porcelain tea pots, Moroccan tagines
(bought from a hawker in Albufeira)
smashed bottles, a vintage perculator
shards of glass, fragments of terracotta
carpeted the quarry tiled kitchen floor.

A paste jar – anchovy, and Knorr Stock Pot
spilled. Defacing a favourite snapshot -
Aoife at lunch, waving, blowing kisses.
I licked a soft cloth to stroke clean the smears
but erased her face, the eyes and the hair.
Aoife faded like a dissolving wraith -
two fingers left and enigmatic smile.

A jag of loneliness washed over me.
“... had an accident that was not your fault?”
from the t.v. brought tears of rage from me.
A cup of tea? Both mugs were smithereens.
My passport lay ‘Lea and Perrins’ dripped wet.
I cuffed off the sauce stain and headed South
by boat and train to buy a new tagine.

I am sitting on a Lisbon terrace,
eating fried anchovies, drinking douro .
Sea gulls swoop. Dancing jasmine scents the breeze.
A trio plays. A woman sings fado.
Her song bleeds duende. The hurt of love.
I don’t know the words but I know... I know.
They sing of my life. They sing of Aoife.

ardent desire
passion burns -
i am yours!

I think that I am in love
In love with the thought of being in love
Knowing just how wonderful it can be
to give and receive true love
Loving the way it feels

Will end commence as it began...
moments passing so swiftly...
it's as if I ran...
remembering so little...
subconsciously brittle...

Sandie, I loved...

heart and soul...


my hand in hers...

In her life...

my life gloved.

Could it be so plainly obvious
That you'll know for sure
That you are deeply in love
Flowing in a heart so pure
With who left the most beautiful
Imprint on your heart for sure
With a confidence that spreads
Like ripples in a pond contour
Expect your dreams come true
Coming soon to your allure
You don’t have to do anything at all
Just keep that smile demure
When all you have to be is You
And trust this love will endure

A broken heart is no way to worldly travel
For life’s mysteries you cannot unravel
A hungry fire was never lit without a flame
Crystal waters flow clear, they hide no shame

The Moon’s glow shows it has nought to hide
Tempestuous seas do not question a rising tide
Raging storms never needed to ask to speak
Mountain tops do not care that they are bleak

Does the forest curse if the trees are bare?
A relentless wind would not sit and stare
An earthquake has no sense of human pity
A tsunami cares not if it engulfs a city

What volcano ever spilt lava and compassion?
Would a bitter winter’s cold savour our submission?
Tornadoes care less of empathy for their path
Nature never understands the meaning of wrath

Then why my heart do you continue to rage
Wisdom is the personal sanctuary of a sage
My continuing journey is not of your making
Only I can decide what I am forsaking

Whisper, whisper, to me my tender heart
Do not dwell on what you did not start
Beat vibrantly for that final journeys quest
For true love never sought to hide or rest

Baby come along
come along with me
you make me so happy
dont you see
picking me up on a date
I dont ever want to be late
I tell all my friends
that your so great
Baby come along
come along with me
Please hold my hand
while we walk in the park
Because just being with you
between us I feel there is a spark
your scent drives my crazy
when you sit with me
oh who really cares what movie we see
Baby come along
come along with me
under the table lets rub together our feet
it dosent matter what restaurant
or what we eat
I stand on my tip toes
when you kiss me good night
and I love rubbing your nose
while your holding me tight
Baby come along
come along with me

The red rose is touched by dew :-

Tears from a red rose
Blood from her womb
So few will know.

Known by so few
Tears from a red rose
So few will know.

Blood from her womb
Tears from a red rose
So few will know.



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