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DAY 21 prompt from Robert Lee Brewer of Poetic Asides: Two for Tuesday! Write a love and/or anti-love poem.
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THE STUFF OF DREAMS
When my lover comes into my dreams
allteh heavens fair burst at their seams;
no diamonds that glitter
or swallows that flitter
or other of nature’s extremes
can approach the sheer glory that gleams
from the visions she looses in streams.
That’s the way that it is:
there’s no end to the bliss
when my lover comes into my dreams.
Pardon the sloppy typing:
THE STUFF OF DREAMS
When my lover comes into my dreams
all the heavens fair burst at their seams;
no diamonds that glitter
or swallows that flitter
or other of nature’s extremes
can approach the sheer glory that gleams
from the visions she looses in streams.
That’s the way that it is:
there’s no end to the bliss
when my lover comes into my dreams.
I love this part…no diamonds that glitter
or swallows that flitter
or other of nature’s extremes. This is a blissful, dreamy poem.
The wording indicated that it is your lover’s wish and intention to enter your dreams. Love that!
Fun poem!
A Mishmash of Love
Madame, a poor poet, Has asked me to say
that at this moment he is especially grateful
to you For wearing a blue gown
what remains unsaid coalesces around an old
blues & begs with a hawk’s yellow eyes.
My love is a mad sunflower that forgets
fragments of sun in the silence
I love you as a sheriff searches for a walnut
That will solve a murder case unsolved for years
It’s an old story, better told than I tell,
how artists shape what hurts like hell
(usually love) Love… Is the conjunction of the mind,
And opposition of the stars
And creeping through the seaweed of the ocean
they tangle us with ropes and yarn of memories
love costs all we are and will ever be.
Yet it is only love which sets us free.
O let us be married! too long we have tarried…
Only until this cigarette is ended,
A little moment at the end of all,
While on the floor the quiet ashes fall
List of poems and poets this cento came from here: https://poetrybydebi.wordpress.com/2020/04/21/a-mishmash-of-love/
impressive!
Thanks Candace
Indeed! Strung expertly!
I gotta say, I love “My love is a mad sunflower that forgets fragments of sun in the silence.”
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Passion
So much there is I cannot do,
but I can love you, this is true.
So much in life I fail to do,
but I can love you,
and I do.
I can’t bring world peace,
but I am soothed
when I’m with you.
I won’t sing, cannot dance,
but my heart rings
when I’m with you.
I’ve learned to pray with others,
yet my prayers are better answered
when I’m with you.
I am not always joyful, sometimes mad,
but ever so glad
when I’m with you.
I can’t hear well, it’s undoubtedly true,
but it’s like conversations with angels
when I’m with you.
So much there is I cannot do,
but I can love you, this is true.
So much in life I fail to do,
but I can love you,
and I do
Love it. I esp like the beginning as the end also.
“my prayers are better answered when I’m with you”
I can’t think of a better love
Great poem.
TAKE THE CHANCE, by Walter J Wojtanik
Standing in the shadows of love,
with millions of stars up above,
hearts embrace to hold each other,
a chance to keep one another hidden in love.
But, love is the chance that we take,
fueled by emotion, yet we make
the best of the cards we’ve been dealt,
and if we have luck, hearts will melt, make no mistake.
quite a lovely love poem
Take a chance and hope… lovely
“a chance to keep one another hidden in love”
*sigh*
Good work. I like the use of the word chance in this one.
Love in the Morning
Sometimes I need a rainy morning
to add a little mystery to my day –
a damp and dreary sort of
morning. The kind of morning
that lends itself to extra mugs
of Earl Grey and fuzzy slippers and
flannel pajamas and reading a well
loved copy of my favorite Agatha Christie
right up until lunch.
I’m right there with you. Can’t think of anything I’d love more on a rainy day.
Oh that ending! Indeed!
Sounds good to me.
Mask Maker, Mask Maker
Mask Maker, Mask Maker,
Make me a mask.
Ward off my cough.
That’s all I ask.
Mask Maker, Mask Maker,
Nothing too posh.
Just make me a modest mask.
Mask Maker, Mask Maker,
Put folks at ease
as they pass by,
and I must sneeze.
Your mission, see,
is to render for me
a smidgeon of PPE.
Then drop it
off over yonder.
Leave quickly,
and leave nothing else, please,
for me. Well, I wouldn’t holler
if TP’s included (I’m ill at ease).
Mask Maker, Mask Maker,
Thanks for the mask!
My husband’s at peace,
no longer repeats
day after day, “Sharing isn’t condoned,”
now that I have one
of my own.
© Marie Elena Good, 2020
Good one!
I could have sent you one 😉
I could’ve made you one. I had nothing else
To do.
So glad you got one of your very own. Love this take on Match Maker
So many offers! 😀 Thank you!
Love this!
Oops. I put my poems on the home page. I’ll put theme here, too. Here’s all 3 at once. If you could take them off the home page, I’d appreciate it.
Love Lost
Her face haunts him.
She left a chasm in his soul.
Thankfully, the scent of roses has faded.
He blinks, not allowing intruding tears.
If he could, he’d put all his feelings into print,
then burn it.
He Loves Me
I’d get out of this slump of clouds and gloom
Embrace yellow daffodils and red-orange tulips
Juggle, skip, jump, dance, whirl about for fun
Play, laugh and sing in joy and enthusiasm
Snuggle in comfort, bliss and warm fuzzies
If I really understood how much You love me
Engaging Conversation
In a posh restaurant
A quiet corner
A flickering candle
The small gold gift-wrapped box
Sat conspicuously on the table
She sat, imploring him with her eyes
To quit talking about
The goings on at the office
The traffic
The…on and on
And propose already!
Then she caught the glint in his eye
He knew what he was doing
Driving her to distraction
Okay then
She suddenly became interested
In the workday, the traffic, the on and on
Until that ring was on her finger.
Today
4/21/20
Marks two years
since I last held your hand,
shared your bed,
cooked your meals,
did your laundry
lived life with you.
Do you miss me
as much as I miss you?