Posts tagged ‘love’

October 19, 2020

I WANT A GOOD SAMARITAN GOVERNMENT

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

An Anonymous
Good Samaritan
Stepped Forward
And Saved A Soul
From Suffering

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October 7, 2020

Home’s Moving

by HemmingPlay

I can’t go home, not yet.
Home is still moving,
When it stops, maybe I’ll rejoin it.

But this moment is real;
I can feel your lips,
and join you with
such easy passion.
I know the heat, the
weight, the wetness of you
In the dark,
or pressed against me
at a dock, oblivious
to jealous eyes,
saying a goodbye,
wordlessly telling
me what feels right.
Sensing it would not last.
My separateness
melts in the natural
grace of you.

Stay with me a while, dancer.

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October 1, 2020

A Bite of Moon

by Venkat

doors melt in my eyes
fishes shiver in fright
if rabbits could count ducks
leaves would spread smiles

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September 21, 2020

HER SMILE ANSWERED

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

When
He Whispered
In Her Ear
She Answered With A
Smile

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August 16, 2020

I WANT A GOOD SAMARITAN GOVERNMENT

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

An Anonymous
Good Samaritan
Stepped Forward
And Saved A Soul
From Suffering

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August 16, 2020

HE DUPED YOU

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

He
Duped You

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August 13, 2020

THE WONDERINGS OF MAN

by thereluctantpoet

By Keza And Charles Robert Lindholm

I Have
A Sense,

A Premonition,

That Something’s
Not Right

My Heart
And Soul
Feel It Too,
I Hear Gentle Whispers
In My Dreams

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July 17, 2020

COME STAND WITH ME

by thereluctantpoet

By Keza And Charles Robert Lindholm

Arrows,
Arrows
Everywhere,
Flying
Through The Air

Darling,
Please Don’t Stand,

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July 9, 2020

A Note

by Venkat

Hi All, it has been a really long time since I posted poems here. Recently I have been working on making music videos with Covid as the theme blended with my guitar compositions (to whatever extent I know to play). I am posting them in my wordpress page – https://quatrainpoems.wordpress.com/

It is not poetry in written form but then is there any thing that does not have poetry underneath? These music videos are a series as part of 30 days challenge I took on myself.

-Venkat

July 7, 2020

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by Jem Croucher

The suit I’d purchased for twenty-five quid
all I could afford at the time
just after my twentieth birthday
my life waiting there on the line

The tie was one of my fathers’
as were the shoes on my feet
His passing was five years too early
to see his son’s wedding complete

Now forty-one years have surrendered
themselves to the life we have led
since that day way back in seventy-nine
when Sally and Jeremy wed

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June 30, 2020

Atoms

by Nick Anthony

Is matter
What matters?

or

Is what matters
More than matter?

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June 27, 2020

This Glorious Passage

by HemmingPlay

Hummingbird hovering at red trumpet vine blossom

Photo by Roger Levien

My past is as implausible as
the tale of a frail
butterfly that flies from Mexico to Canada.
Why? How? To what purpose?

Here and now, I’m between
million-year-old mountains
and the damp, salty shores of
one of an ocean’s quiet, protected bays—
where the fish and the plants and the chemistry,
change day by day, but where the whole is eternal,
where a thousand centuries is as a day.

An ocean and mountains
show us who we really are,
Mere children pretending to be
some heroic captain,
braced on a stormy quarter deck
defying the gale,
the rocks too close.
But the ocean knows it
has swallowed many like us before,
and will take many more.

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June 23, 2020

The Broken In Me

by ladyliterati


I’ll comfort you.

when times get rough

you’ve had enough

& no longer feel tough

just feel like giving up

I’ll comfort you.

when tears of despair fall

I will catch them all

toss them to the rain

wash away the pain.

then you’ll come to realize

this, this, is where love resides.

O’Prunty 6/32/2020

June 1, 2020

To the Daughter I Never Had

by HemmingPlay

I don’t mean to sound unkind, and I am far, far from perfect, as a father or man. But I have spent some time in your future, and hope to help you avoid some of what just ordinary life, and poor judgement and the next 20 years of wear and tear might do to you, as it has to too many of your older sisters.

For now, you revel in the intoxicating power your young beauty has to excite desire. It just landed in your lap —no pun intended— and by God, you’ll use it. And, it’s fun for a while. (You’re smart too, but that will last longer.)

Older women like to mock men’s appreciation for younger women. “You look ridiculous–” they’ll say “–panting after her like that. “Don’t you realize how ridiculous you are?”

Yes, we feel ridiculous a lot,  especially when we’re reminded of it—and often when we walk by a mirror, so we don’t need more reminders. Do they, do you suppose?

But we realize it comes from losing the illusion of immortality, of hurt feelings, and fear of being left behind; from the cosmic unfairness of time slipping away, and also a realistic understanding about how men are suckers for a good visual. You feel you can’t win. Ever. Some days Sisyphus wins, some days the rock wins.

Actually, the rock always wins. It’s the same for us.

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May 15, 2020

Americans Have Sacrificed So Much For What?

by ladyliterati

The voices of the dead can not cry

so we cry for them

we cry for answers, justice, equality

and we cry for accountability.

A. L. O’Prunty

April 21, 2020

Arrows

by Venkat

arrows
arrows they bled tears
thin sheets of time
split words under water
in jawless whirls
nails in clouds fill my dream

these sheets of tender ink
leave words under stones
to colour these stitches
fetch love in threads

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March 22, 2020

Mother’s day 2020

by Jem Croucher

My mother didn’t make it
to see my sixty years
when she passed away in May last year
amongst the smiles and tears
That saddened me (of course it did)
but it’s other times I miss
like the joy of giving flowers
on Mother’s Days like this
Yet the solace that I take away
from all the days I’ve cried
is the ever joyful knowledge
that she’s by my Father’s side

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March 7, 2020

FAR AWAY – BUT ALWAYS BONDED

by thereluctantpoet

By Nichole Sulpizio And Charles Robert Lindholm

Far Away
He Was

Feeling Her Heart Break
Listening To Her Sobbing

Wondering How To Ease Her Pain
And Kiss Her Tears Away

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February 19, 2020

19 February 1974

by Jem Croucher

The knock at the door
I remember it well
though forty-six years have now passed
The vicar right there
with something to share
for a slap in the face that would last

It was anger I felt
with a fist in the air
that my father had left in that way
And I heard not a sound
from that hole in the ground
as I stood on that February day

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February 14, 2020

Self love

by Megha's World

Happy Valentine’s Day to all the lovelies. Love can happen anywhere, anytime with anyone but it always starts with you. Self-love is the best way to live.
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A warm and a tight hug 

can do wonders I have heard

It can lick and suck all your pain

for those who have eternally suffered

It’s that magic potion

that elixir

that have worked wonders 

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February 14, 2020

42 Valentines

by Jem Croucher

Forty-two and counting
Valentines I’ve sent
every one of them sincere
and full of sentiment
Forty-two to the same love
my soulmate true and through
a love that’s shared and deepened
the more years we accrue
Forty-two with every word
each February fourteen passing
meant and sealed with promise
for a love that’s everlasting

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February 6, 2020

Questions That Come With Age

by HemmingPlay

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The clock… relentless.
What’s my allotment going to be?
How to make the best of it?
How to keep dignity,
avoid a failure of imagination,
avoid self-pity….

“Savor each moment…”
Yes, well that’s a clichĂ©.
I know what’s coming,
What I’ve lost for good.
The trick is to
Savor these, too,
With a little grace.

No lies in the mirror.
No false smiles.
No regrets.
No cruelties.
Kindnesses given
with no expectations.

There are enough
bitter herbs around.
But

One surprise smile is enough
to recharge a whole day.
Thank you, darlin’

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January 31, 2020

Cowgirl

by HemmingPlay


I encountered a young Colorado woman, once,
from a distance. Our trails crossed in our personal badlands.

A beauty, she had the raw fire of a mustang.
I caught her at a terrible time in her life.
Or should I say, she caught me.

Her marriage was coming apart,
her husband having lost interest and sunk into cruelty and betrayals.

We never met, except
as passing
electronic ghosts. She writhed and wrote of her pain,
her bruised pride and injured beauty.
She touched us with her anger and anguish,
her soul’s search for beauty nonetheless,
In that state she painted lurid images of
what she would do with me,
to me, what she wanted from me,
pinned against a wall, legs apart,
full of anger, fury, revenge.

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January 29, 2020

Passion, Courage, Choice

by HemmingPlay

I have chosen to seek
each day the path of courage
and passion.
I fail, often.

I don’t
say this with bravado,
because I do not feel brave.
If I could choose something
easier, I would.
It never gets easier.

But to make the choice each day,
Each minute, to turn and
face the sadness and suffering,
of the world; the pain and joy,
each on it’s own terms
and not be defeated by it—
that is something that
must be chosen again,
and again, and again.
It is the job of poetry.
No compromises.

It is not a choice of pleasant fictions,
a diversion of entertaining nothingness;
nor like the fog of opium that
leaves us still breathing,
but dead.

Each night, darkness does not fall.
That is the wrong image.
Rather, when the earth spins away
from the sun, it rises up from the deep places
of the earth and the oceans, from
the caverns and the bottom of rivers and lakes and seas.
A deep exhalation.
A time for alternatives.

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January 28, 2020

School of the Electric Fence

by HemmingPlay

Photo by Richard Calmes

I suppose I knew this,
once upon a time,
but love is a little like
the electric fence I used to
crawl through to get to the woods.

You have to be cautious, not timid.

(I wouldn’t go so far as to agree with
Crosby when he said being with Joni was
like falling into a cement mixer.)

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January 20, 2020

How do we still fall in love?

by Megha's World

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Fool’s love is all that they say
they abhor the pain and still want to stay
Can’t change the way we are so willing
the way it morphs and shines
like broken glass in a roll of hay

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December 25, 2019

A JOYFUL CELEBRATION

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

A
Christmas Party,
A Joyful Celebration
Shared With Friends And
Family

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December 25, 2019

CHRISTMAS HAIKU: CHRISTMAS EVERY DAY – 2019 REPRISE

by thereluctantpoet

By Charles Robert Lindholm

Christmas Every Day

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