2020 APRIL POEM-A-DAY, PROMPT #21

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Welcome April! A poet’s favorite month! 🙂

DAY 21  prompt from Robert Lee Brewer of Poetic Asides:  Two for Tuesday!  Write a love and/or anti-love poem.  
Link to Poetic Asides PAD Challenge Day 21

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30 thoughts on “2020 APRIL POEM-A-DAY, PROMPT #21”

  1. 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.

  2. 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/

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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

  4. 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.

  5. 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.

  6. 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

  7. 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.

  8. 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?

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