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Posted by: Leelee 01-Feb-2009, 09:42 AM |
February knows his fortune well, Even in the bitterness of dawn Breaking in the coldest hour of hell, Revealing but the worst that must be borne. Underneath the ice the passions sleep Ablaze with all the beauty of their burning, Rendering a richness that will keep Yet warm within the cavern of his yearning. Nicholas Gordon |
Posted by: Leelee 01-Feb-2009, 09:48 AM |
And wouldn't leave me alone And so now I sit and write This Valentines Day Poem Sometime ago, abotu three days I remember walking down store rows And sitting there, by itself I saw a chocolate rose The candy hearts were now long gone And chocolate boxes stripped from the shelves All that was left was this one rose Sitting there by itself I began to wonder what it was like To sit there as on time drew To watch everyone else be chosen Everyone else... but you The little rose on a plastic stick Sticking out from a styrofoam base I began to wonder how it would look If the poor little rose had a face Like so many others in the world today This poor little rose was ignored So many pushed into the dark While others their spirit soar Valentines is a time to remember All those forgotten each day Embrace the light of those you see And also those who've gone astray Learn to cherish the ones you love Learn to accept who you dont' see When this Valentines rolls in Think about the rose and me The rose that sits alone on the shelf Looking and waiting for the day Someone will have the heart to see it Before the chocolate rose melts away Canaea |
Posted by: Leelee 01-Feb-2009, 10:00 AM |
The passion that is me, The whole of which I am a part, My peace, my ecstasy. You are my future, present, past, My ship, my sail, my ocean, The wind that brings me home again, The home for every motion. You live within me, yet I am Without you all alone. With you I am full of light; Without you I am stone. Is this foolish? Yes, perhaps, But also it is true. I think of life as something I Can spend with only you. Ah, my love! Love longs for such Sweet celebrants as this! Love is a burden and a joy, Slavery and bliss. This day of love come love with me, Come sing with me my song. Come be my Valentine, and I Will love you my life long, my love, Will love you my life long. Nicholas Gordon |
Posted by: Lady-of-Avalon 01-Feb-2009, 11:05 AM |
Oh! Leelee great poems of love...I particularly like the last one very much... Thank you for sharing them with us. LOA |
Posted by: Leelee 01-Feb-2009, 11:12 AM | ||
Ahhh!!! The last poem is one of my favourites too I love February, for Love is in the Air |
Posted by: Camac 01-Feb-2009, 12:09 PM |
Leelee; That's not love in the air it's car exhaust. Camac. |
Posted by: Leelee 01-Feb-2009, 12:13 PM | ||
OCH!!!! Is that what it is.....oh dear Shall I move to the Country to find out what Love is? Because, if it has been Car Exhaust all these years...... |
Posted by: Camac 01-Feb-2009, 12:57 PM |
Leelee; No Luv. you do not have to move to the country to find Love. Love is in the Heart, in the Soul, and in the Mind and all one needs is to open yourself to it. |
Posted by: stoirmeil 01-Feb-2009, 01:08 PM |
This is one of my favorite love poems. It is not as ethereal or as passionate as some, but it is real, and speaks of love and acceptance for the long haul: Love Poem by John Frederick Nims My clumsiest dear, whose hands shipwreck vases, At whose quick touch all glasses chip and ring, Whose palms are bulls in china, burrs in linen, And have no cunning with any soft thing Except all ill-at-ease fidgeting people: The refugee uncertain at the door You make at home; deftly you steady The drunk clambering on his undulant floor. Unpredictable dear, the taxi drivers' terror, Shrinking from far headlights pale as a dime Yet leaping before red apoplectic streetcars- Misfit in any space. And never on time. A wrench in clocks and the solar system. Only With words and people and love you move at ease. In traffic of wit expertly manoeuver And keep us, all devotion, at your knees. Forgetting your coffee spreading on our flannel, Your lipstick grinning on our coat, So gaily in love's unbreakable heaven Our souls on glory of spilt bourbon float. Be with me darling, early and late. Smash glasses- I will study wry music for your sake. For should your hands drop white and empty All the toys of the world would break. |
Posted by: Lady-of-Avalon 01-Feb-2009, 01:13 PM |
Stoirmeil, A deep poem indeed of unconditionnal love. LOA |
Posted by: Camac 01-Feb-2009, 01:25 PM |
Stoirmeil; My favourite Love poem is by Richard Lovelace (1618-1657) To Lucasta, Going To The Wars. Tell me not (Sweet) I am unkind, That from the nunnery Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind To war and arms I fly. True, a new mistress now I chase. The first foe in the field; And with a stronger faith embrace A sword, a horse, a shield. Yet this inconstancy is such As you too shall adore; I could not love thee (Dear) so much, Lov'd I not Honour more. Richard Lovelace. Camac. |
Posted by: Leelee 01-Feb-2009, 07:30 PM | ||
Aye, Camac, I do realize that and you are absolutely right |