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I love you…
Can I look into the eyes of a stranger and say,
I love you?
Can I say to the officer who’s just given me a traffic ticket,
I love you?
Can I say to the swarthy and gruff guy who’s just handed me my gyro,
I love you?
Can I say to the guy who’s just showed me the finger in traffic,
I love you?
Can I look into the eyes of my boss after he just fired me and say,
I love you?
Can I tenderly say to her who has just broken up with me,
I love you?
Can I say, I love you, to a son or daughter who just used a profanity against me?
Can I, not condescendingly, say I love you to a father or mother who has just unfairly upbraided me?
Can I forgive a friend who was harsh with me and say,
I love you?
Can I focus on my beloved’s good points after a tirade against me, and say,
I love you?
Can I forgive a lover’s infidelity and say,
I love you?
I don’t’ know,
Some of these, we’ve all done,
Others take more practice…
I love you dear reader and fellow-poet…
I love you?
Can I say to the officer who’s just given me a traffic ticket,
I love you?
Can I say to the swarthy and gruff guy who’s just handed me my gyro,
I love you?
Can I say to the guy who’s just showed me the finger in traffic,
I love you?
Can I look into the eyes of my boss after he just fired me and say,
I love you?
Can I tenderly say to her who has just broken up with me,
I love you?
Can I say, I love you, to a son or daughter who just used a profanity against me?
Can I, not condescendingly, say I love you to a father or mother who has just unfairly upbraided me?
Can I forgive a friend who was harsh with me and say,
I love you?
Can I focus on my beloved’s good points after a tirade against me, and say,
I love you?
Can I forgive a lover’s infidelity and say,
I love you?
I don’t’ know,
Some of these, we’ve all done,
Others take more practice…
I love you dear reader and fellow-poet…
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Posted: Mar 2011
About this poem:
Note: [‘I love you…’,All gurus, all religions, all of the spiritual paths tell us that this is the most transformative phrase in the universe…
Why then do we not use it every chance we get?
Recently, I came across a group of people who live, and I mean really live this dictum,
I love you…
They end their emails and telephone conversations with it, they hug and kiss strangers and tell them,
I love you…
I promise you, I’ll never forget the first time a guy said ‘I love you’ to me, and even more amazing, was that I reciprocated and meant it…
Wow, what an unparalleled experience…
I still find it very hard to say ‘I love you’ to a guy…, but, I’m practicing… I am Hellene(Greek), but born and bred outside of Hellas(Greece), I will never forget the first time a male fellow-Hellene kissed me on both cheeks as he greeted me, I broke out in an embarrassed cold sweat, it was always a warm glow and sheen, though, when an attractive young female Hellene greeted me that way…, so, yes, the concept is ancient, but, there’s something dramatically different about the way this group I referred to, does it. They do it from a place deep inside themselves, a place which recognizes that we’re all One! Further, they’ve come to this after a lot of study, meditation and discussion… And, no, they’re not the hippies and flower children of yesteryear constantly high on something,
No, they’re educated, somber, responsible family men and women and even children are picking up on the love vibe…]
My way…
[Paul Anka was certainly onto to something when he penned: my way…,
The beloved Dr Wayne Dyer has a great saying: “…if two people in a relationship are exactly the same, then, I propose to you that one of them is redundant…”, ha, ha, it always brings a laugh to my soul…]
“This is the way, walk ye in it…” intone most of the world’s religions,
Really? Why is it ‘the’ way?
We were also assured the earth was flat not so long ago, heck, maybe it is…, who knows eh? After all, The Flat Earth Society, is still alive and well…
The point is, more and more, we’re discouraged from being individuals, from doing things our way…
Me, I try and walk the path, my way,
Although, it is often fraught with danger and difficulties, it also often adorned with freshness and exhilaration,
Although is often very lonely, it is often filled with delicious companionship…
But, more importantly, I feel is to ask and answer: why, my way?
We’ve all heard the expression: no two snowflakes are alike,
Heck, if snowflakes know to do it their way,
When are we going to wizen up and be at least as smart as them?
Again and again, I prove to myself,
That unless I reach deep down and haul out something unique and singular, and live it,
I keep falling flat on my face,
Maybe that’s why the earth is so flat, all those falling faces, lol…
So, here’s to doing things our way…
The beloved Dr Wayne Dyer has a great saying: “…if two people in a relationship are exactly the same, then, I propose to you that one of them is redundant…”, ha, ha, it always brings a laugh to my soul…]
“This is the way, walk ye in it…” intone most of the world’s religions,
Really? Why is it ‘the’ way?
We were also assured the earth was flat not so long ago, heck, maybe it is…, who knows eh? After all, The Flat Earth Society, is still alive and well…
The point is, more and more, we’re discouraged from being individuals, from doing things our way…
Me, I try and walk the path, my way,
Although, it is often fraught with danger and difficulties, it also often adorned with freshness and exhilaration,
Although is often very lonely, it is often filled with delicious companionship…
But, more importantly, I feel is to ask and answer: why, my way?
We’ve all heard the expression: no two snowflakes are alike,
Heck, if snowflakes know to do it their way,
When are we going to wizen up and be at least as smart as them?
Again and again, I prove to myself,
That unless I reach deep down and haul out something unique and singular, and live it,
I keep falling flat on my face,
Maybe that’s why the earth is so flat, all those falling faces, lol…
So, here’s to doing things our way…
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Posted: Mar 2011
About this poem:
obviously, some things were written tongue-in-cheek…hue-man
“…the Hue-man Family (“Hue” as in Melanin Hue Pigmentation in the skin…”
from Chapter One of Na’im Akbar’s Book “Know Thy Self”
I consider the ‘deity’ up on ‘high’, and I think of how it is clad in goodness,
I find myself wishing I had inherent goodness, I find myself hoping that most of humanity lived much more in goodness,
Alas, though, whenever I turn on the TV, I observe the antithesis,
And delicately, I weep inside…
TV, I catch myself thinking???
What was I thinking?
How could I again have fallen for the propaganda and brainwashing of the one-eyed monster?
Sighing, I pull myself into the now,
I start focusing on the paranoid, delusional and criminally insane ego we all carry within us,
A bitter heritage of being ‘human’, or shall we call a spade a spade and rephrase that to read ‘hue-man’, denoting an individual of ‘color’/slave?
Interesting that the status-quo have given all of us the name… ‘hue-man’…, ergo, they obviously consider all of us, irrespective of ‘color’ to be chattel…, or shall we say ‘cattle’?
From birth we’re taught that we’re inherently evil,
And that in order to appease the gods, we must throw the proverbial ‘six virgins’ off a cliff every now and then, or there’ll be hell to pay,
But, my observations show that there’s hell to pay all the time anyway, so why kill the poor virgins???
So, I start digging, again,
Oh, yeah, I’ve dug many, many times before, in fact, I’m always digging,
To remind myself of the inherent goodness within 99% of us,
It’s there, unmistakably,
And, after not too much digging, suddenly, there it is,
In all its unassuming splendor,
goodness within all of us,
Manifested in many, many ways by all 7 billion men, women and children,
mistakenly called ‘hue-man’…,
Manifested by a mother’s arms as she tenderly and soothingly picks up a crying baby,
Manifested by a father rising up before dawn, carrying his weary bones to work to feed his family,
Manifested by a man and woman holding hands meaningfully, as they rededicate themselves to each other anew,
Etc., etc., etc. …
from Chapter One of Na’im Akbar’s Book “Know Thy Self”
I consider the ‘deity’ up on ‘high’, and I think of how it is clad in goodness,
I find myself wishing I had inherent goodness, I find myself hoping that most of humanity lived much more in goodness,
Alas, though, whenever I turn on the TV, I observe the antithesis,
And delicately, I weep inside…
TV, I catch myself thinking???
What was I thinking?
How could I again have fallen for the propaganda and brainwashing of the one-eyed monster?
Sighing, I pull myself into the now,
I start focusing on the paranoid, delusional and criminally insane ego we all carry within us,
A bitter heritage of being ‘human’, or shall we call a spade a spade and rephrase that to read ‘hue-man’, denoting an individual of ‘color’/slave?
Interesting that the status-quo have given all of us the name… ‘hue-man’…, ergo, they obviously consider all of us, irrespective of ‘color’ to be chattel…, or shall we say ‘cattle’?
From birth we’re taught that we’re inherently evil,
And that in order to appease the gods, we must throw the proverbial ‘six virgins’ off a cliff every now and then, or there’ll be hell to pay,
But, my observations show that there’s hell to pay all the time anyway, so why kill the poor virgins???
So, I start digging, again,
Oh, yeah, I’ve dug many, many times before, in fact, I’m always digging,
To remind myself of the inherent goodness within 99% of us,
It’s there, unmistakably,
And, after not too much digging, suddenly, there it is,
In all its unassuming splendor,
goodness within all of us,
Manifested in many, many ways by all 7 billion men, women and children,
mistakenly called ‘hue-man’…,
Manifested by a mother’s arms as she tenderly and soothingly picks up a crying baby,
Manifested by a father rising up before dawn, carrying his weary bones to work to feed his family,
Manifested by a man and woman holding hands meaningfully, as they rededicate themselves to each other anew,
Etc., etc., etc. …
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Posted: Mar 2011
About this poem:
I have obviously been very facetious with this write in order to bring my point across, no offense meant to anyone, please, love and light…
"Set me free!"
Now i am drinking a cold glass of beer at a bar
Surrounded by drunk and weird people...
I know you are so far...
And so i touch my left nipple...
Trying to feel my heart beating...
Hopefully i am still alive
I realize a powerful feeling:
I will survive!!!
Surrounded by drunk and weird people...
I know you are so far...
And so i touch my left nipple...
Trying to feel my heart beating...
Hopefully i am still alive
I realize a powerful feeling:
I will survive!!!
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Posted: Feb 2011
Post Comment"The Artists´s Ball"
The brazilian Carnival(Carnaval) is coming soon...
Last Friday i went to a pre-carnival ball
It seems i was living at a cartoon
Lost in a huge Music Hall
Listening to old samba hits
The stage full of lights and mists
Lots of people with "tropical blend"
Lustful minds that i can´t understand...
Last Friday i went to a pre-carnival ball
It seems i was living at a cartoon
Lost in a huge Music Hall
Listening to old samba hits
The stage full of lights and mists
Lots of people with "tropical blend"
Lustful minds that i can´t understand...
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Posted: Feb 2011
Post Comment"The Web doesn´t seem so helpful"
Flowing my sentimental stream
My heart sets on fire
Living an empty dream
Overcoming any lustful desire
Playing "hide and seek"...
Internet is a good excuse...
My feelings are so meek
And i never use them neither abuse...
My heart sets on fire
Living an empty dream
Overcoming any lustful desire
Playing "hide and seek"...
Internet is a good excuse...
My feelings are so meek
And i never use them neither abuse...
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Posted: Feb 2011
Post Comment
online today!The world's last system.
Totalitarian goverments are crumbling. Freedom is on the horizon. Self determination is prevailing. As democracy is soldiering on. Today we swear by this system; the right to choose our path. Many believe it the true realm, democracy is indeed "our hearts"! But imagine six billion people, all making their "own demands". Regularly goverments will topple: the citizens in full command. Daily people marching the streets, taking up their own cause. Leader will have to retreat, there will be constant civil wars. With food in short supply, we already have a crisis. "Free people" won't care why, but will demand: fix it! Potiential leaders would be scared. It will be pure anarchy". Freedom will be really "dread," there will be "food" rivalry. Hopefully as the christian belief, a next system is coming. It will bring true relief. Now that, will take some explaining!
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
i don't agree with every system. however i believe that different systems give the world its checks and balance. also the only perfect system is a divine one.
~free cee!~ SAYS LISTEN UP-I AM ABOUT TO SHOW YOU
FREE CEE!IS ABOUT TO TEACH YOU ALL HOW TO WRITE A LOVE POEM WITH SOME SUBSTANCE.....JACK AND JILL MUST HAVE LOVED EACH OTHER AND MAY EVEN HAVE WRITTEN THE SAME KIND OF SACHARINE, BANAL AND OTHERWISE THINGS THAT YOU OSTENSIBLY CATAGORIZED AS LOVE POEMS..HERE'S HOW YOU DO IT NOW...EVERYONE TRY TO STAY FOCUSED
THE FOLLOWING IS ~free cee's!~ free demonstration entitled:
GOOD DAY C.J.
METHINKS IT BE TIME TO BLINK AT THE SUN
LOOK AT YOUR LOVER AND SAY "GOOD MORNING HON"
PERHAPS A CUP OF JOE AND THEN WE CAN GO
GO TO THAT TREE ONLY YOU, ME AND THE PEACH TREE KNOW
THEY KNEW HOW VIBRANT AND LOVELY SHE CAN BE
LOVLIER THAN THAT OLD PEACH TREE
IT STANDS SO TALL WITH BIRD PERCHED INSIDE
AND WHEN THEY STOP SINGING IS FOR THEM TO DECIDE
NOW PERHAPS IT'S TIME TO TAKE A LEISURELY STROLL
WHILST LISTENING TO THE RADIO BLASTING ROCK AND ROLL
NOW TAKE YOUR LOVER'S HAND AND WALK HIM TO THAT LAKE
THE ONE THE SWANS AND MINNOWS NEVER FORSAKE
SO THEN YOU TWO GO HOME AND HE COOKS YOU BACON AND EGGS
ALL THE WHILE STARING AT THE STYLE OF YOUR LITHE LITTLE LEGS
THE WIFE SAYS SHE'S NOT SO TIRED ANYMORE
SO SHE'S GOING OUT NOW TO DO HER SHOPPING AND A CHORE
WHILE SHE DID HER DEEDS THE HUSBAND SAT ALONE IN A PARK
AND ONLY LEFT ABOUT AN HOUR AFTER DARK
WHEN HE RETURNED HE SAW A MASS OF PEOPLE AND WONDERED AT WHAT THEY ALL GAPED
THEN Mr. BENJAMAN PUT HIS HAND ON THE HUSBAND'S SHOULDER AND SAID "I'M AFRAID YOUR WIFE HAS BEEN RAPED"
(C)2011....~free cee!~
see now, all it takes is twenty minutes, a genetically genious ability not to write tripe as most of you do when writing love poems
no thanks are required but if you feel compelled to thank me
for my lesson, it's okay
THE FOLLOWING IS ~free cee's!~ free demonstration entitled:
GOOD DAY C.J.
METHINKS IT BE TIME TO BLINK AT THE SUN
LOOK AT YOUR LOVER AND SAY "GOOD MORNING HON"
PERHAPS A CUP OF JOE AND THEN WE CAN GO
GO TO THAT TREE ONLY YOU, ME AND THE PEACH TREE KNOW
THEY KNEW HOW VIBRANT AND LOVELY SHE CAN BE
LOVLIER THAN THAT OLD PEACH TREE
IT STANDS SO TALL WITH BIRD PERCHED INSIDE
AND WHEN THEY STOP SINGING IS FOR THEM TO DECIDE
NOW PERHAPS IT'S TIME TO TAKE A LEISURELY STROLL
WHILST LISTENING TO THE RADIO BLASTING ROCK AND ROLL
NOW TAKE YOUR LOVER'S HAND AND WALK HIM TO THAT LAKE
THE ONE THE SWANS AND MINNOWS NEVER FORSAKE
SO THEN YOU TWO GO HOME AND HE COOKS YOU BACON AND EGGS
ALL THE WHILE STARING AT THE STYLE OF YOUR LITHE LITTLE LEGS
THE WIFE SAYS SHE'S NOT SO TIRED ANYMORE
SO SHE'S GOING OUT NOW TO DO HER SHOPPING AND A CHORE
WHILE SHE DID HER DEEDS THE HUSBAND SAT ALONE IN A PARK
AND ONLY LEFT ABOUT AN HOUR AFTER DARK
WHEN HE RETURNED HE SAW A MASS OF PEOPLE AND WONDERED AT WHAT THEY ALL GAPED
THEN Mr. BENJAMAN PUT HIS HAND ON THE HUSBAND'S SHOULDER AND SAID "I'M AFRAID YOUR WIFE HAS BEEN RAPED"
(C)2011....~free cee!~
see now, all it takes is twenty minutes, a genetically genious ability not to write tripe as most of you do when writing love poems
no thanks are required but if you feel compelled to thank me
for my lesson, it's okay
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
THAT WAS A LOVE POEM~free cee!~ SAYS LISTEN UP-I AM ABOUT TO SHOW YOU
FREE CEE!IS ABOUT TO TEACH YOU ALL HOW TO WRITE A LOVE POEM WITH SOME SUBSTANCE.....JACK AND JILL MUST HAVE LOVED EACH OTHER AND MAY EVEN HAVE WRITTEN THE SAME KIND OF SACHARINE, BANAL AND OTHERWISE THINGS THAT YOU OSTENSIBLY CATAGORIZED AS LOVE POEMS..HERE'S HOW YOU DO IT NOW...EVERYONE TRY TO STAY FOCUSED
THE FOLLOWING IS ~free cee's!~ free demonstration entitled:
GOOD DAY C.J.
METHINKS IT BE TIME TO BLINK AT THE SUN
LOOK AT YOUR LOVER AND SAY "GOOD MORNING HON"
PERHAPS A CUP OF JOE AND THEN WE CAN GO
GO TO THAT TREE ONLY YOU, ME AND THE PEACH TREE KNOW
THEY KNEW HOW VIBRANT AND LOVELY SHE CAN BE
LOVLIER THAN THAT OLD PEACH TREE
IT STANDS SO TALL WITH BIRD PERCHED INSIDE
AND WHEN THEY STOP SINGING IS FOR THEM TO DECIDE
NOW PERHAPS IT'S TIME TO TAKE A LEISURELY STROLL
WHILST LISTENING TO THE RADIO BLASTING ROCK AND ROLL
NOW TAKE YOUR LOVER'S HAND AND WALK HIM TO THAT LAKE
THE ONE THE SWANS AND MINNOWS NEVER FORSAKE
SO THEN YOU TWO GO HOME AND HE COOKS YOU BACON AND EGGS
ALL THE WHILE STARING AT THE STYLE OF YOUR LITHE LITTLE LEGS
THE WIFE SAYS SHE'S NOT SO TIRED ANYMORE
SO SHE'S GOING OUT NOW TO DO HER SHOPPING AND A CHORE
WHILE SHE DID HER DEEDS THE HUSBAND SAT ALONE IN A PARK
AND ONLY LEFT ABOUT AN HOUR AFTER DARK
WHEN HE RETURNED HE SAW A MASS OF PEOPLE AND WONDERED AT WHAT THEY ALL GAPED
THEN Mr. BENJAMAN PUT HIS HAND ON THE HUSBAND'S SHOULDER AND SAID "I'M AFRAID YOUR WIFE HAS BEEN RAPED"
(C)2011....~free cee!~
see now, all it takes is twenty minutes, a genetically genious ability not to write tripe as most of you do when writing love poems
no thanks are required but if you feel compelled to thank me
for my lesson, it's okay
THE FOLLOWING IS ~free cee's!~ free demonstration entitled:
GOOD DAY C.J.
METHINKS IT BE TIME TO BLINK AT THE SUN
LOOK AT YOUR LOVER AND SAY "GOOD MORNING HON"
PERHAPS A CUP OF JOE AND THEN WE CAN GO
GO TO THAT TREE ONLY YOU, ME AND THE PEACH TREE KNOW
THEY KNEW HOW VIBRANT AND LOVELY SHE CAN BE
LOVLIER THAN THAT OLD PEACH TREE
IT STANDS SO TALL WITH BIRD PERCHED INSIDE
AND WHEN THEY STOP SINGING IS FOR THEM TO DECIDE
NOW PERHAPS IT'S TIME TO TAKE A LEISURELY STROLL
WHILST LISTENING TO THE RADIO BLASTING ROCK AND ROLL
NOW TAKE YOUR LOVER'S HAND AND WALK HIM TO THAT LAKE
THE ONE THE SWANS AND MINNOWS NEVER FORSAKE
SO THEN YOU TWO GO HOME AND HE COOKS YOU BACON AND EGGS
ALL THE WHILE STARING AT THE STYLE OF YOUR LITHE LITTLE LEGS
THE WIFE SAYS SHE'S NOT SO TIRED ANYMORE
SO SHE'S GOING OUT NOW TO DO HER SHOPPING AND A CHORE
WHILE SHE DID HER DEEDS THE HUSBAND SAT ALONE IN A PARK
AND ONLY LEFT ABOUT AN HOUR AFTER DARK
WHEN HE RETURNED HE SAW A MASS OF PEOPLE AND WONDERED AT WHAT THEY ALL GAPED
THEN Mr. BENJAMAN PUT HIS HAND ON THE HUSBAND'S SHOULDER AND SAID "I'M AFRAID YOUR WIFE HAS BEEN RAPED"
(C)2011....~free cee!~
see now, all it takes is twenty minutes, a genetically genious ability not to write tripe as most of you do when writing love poems
no thanks are required but if you feel compelled to thank me
for my lesson, it's okay
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
THAT WAS A LOVE POEM"Unforgiven lost lamb"
Perhaps i am a lost case...
Always being crucified...
Maybe i live in the Karma's Maze
And so i am never satisfied...
Keep on being rejected and refused
My worthy heart is usually confused and abused
Why i can not sleep????
Because i am a freak "black sheep"...
Always being crucified...
Maybe i live in the Karma's Maze
And so i am never satisfied...
Keep on being rejected and refused
My worthy heart is usually confused and abused
Why i can not sleep????
Because i am a freak "black sheep"...
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Posted: Feb 2011
About this poem:
i am living my "personal exile" where i dwell nowadays and people from here don´t understand my "foreign culture"(i was born in another State at my country)... i am facing people full of prejudices and ordinary misconceptions... i seem a wanderer here to most of them...Poems entered on these pages are copyrighted by the authors who entered them. They cannot be reproduced without the author's written consent. © Copyright 2001-2024. All rights reserved.
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