[metricalwave]

The Face of Love

These names, and games, and blames do not describe
You, Love. Your rank and wisdom, beauty, too
Suffice to prove its really wrong to view
This little world as ranked above a bribe.
If you, my love, were facing west and smiled
The West would blush and die of ecstasy,
The East, gone mad, would die of jealousy;
Though I survived your glance, my wit's exiled.
I know not what I want and you want me--
I'm your beloved, but, no, can that be?
It's not confusion, nor a thankless jest,
Nor some despair inside a treasure chest;
I'm speechless with the sky inside my chest,
I saw your face and thus live stunned, but blest.

zs 2002 toronto

[Ilikemyscarf]

Hey I liked that.

[Sea_of_Roses]

Sweet Poem

[metricalwave]

I'm glad you liked the poem. It's for you both, for anyone and his or her loved one, for anyone and his/her beloved teacher ... those who share a connection that sometimes doesn't make sense to you but makes you happy.

Wrote that one a while back, completed it a while afterwards

Tonight I want to write a poem, and I thought to just continue here instead of, well, starting a new thread....

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About a Girl in Chicago

The iron that's in your veins is from a star
Who ripped his chest to give to earth his heart:
Within the furnace of the biggest star,
They say, the element of iron was forged,
and sent across the universe to scar
Earth's lava oceans. So, you're blood's like that:
The richest red with glitter from a star.
But you have something stars can never sow,
a thing that blinds the eyes of heaven's foe;
More tough than hulls of icebreakers that tow,
More gentle than Chicago's falling snow.

zs 2007 toronto

[lol_lol]

im in love

[kenneth]

Look in the eyes
Of the face of love
Look in her eyes
Oh, there is peace
No, nothing dies
Within pure light
Only one hour
Of this pure love
To last a life
Of thirty years
Only one hour
So come and go

[LEGALEAGLE]

I'm in luurrve.......roll on saturday....

[lol_lol]

im in love

[metricalwave]

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had a strange craving to write a "sensual" poem in the last few days, and it's isra and mi'raj time, so what to do....

and then a thought kissed a memory that bubbled up, and a poem slowly matured....

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A Good Pain

Your Coca-Cola coloured eyes appear
to say--in cell phone pics I took this year--
"I'm with you". Smiling, smiling, It's your eyes
that do the talking. I remember wise
old words from teachers years ago: "It's lies
I'm teaching you, just tricks." Let me surmise:
The teacher said each rule of thumb denies
free thinking as perspective can revise
the truth. If that has truth to it, it flies
straight in the face of set descriptions: Dyes
of love change baby barf on dad's best ties
to love stains (sorta). Aphorisms rise
and fight each other, so it seems, as guys
use sayings for their rival points of views.
Take these two for long-distance marriages:
The first is, "out of sight, out of mind", and
the second's "absence makes the heart grow fonder."
So which is true? In my eyes both are true:
My mind, bereft, is clear; my heart sees you.

zs 2007 Toronto