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BLEEDING LOVE,
How Divinity Empowers
Somebody wrote me,
It was in response to a video;
He commented upon a You Tube up-load,
One in which I read some love lyrics of mine.
The writer noted that a man my age should be content,
Say with gardening and maybe a grandchild or two;
He claims my time is misspent,
Wasted upon romance,
And no fool like the fool whose fate it is,
Stuck in the rut of heart-rendering verse.
Yea, sure, but grant me my own life, and frankly
What do I care how purveyors of joylessness think?
Hey! Anyways,
I thank the commentator for his time,
The time he took to compose his thought,
I give his response a consideration,
Yet then I must insist, no fear, no worry of rebuke,
I have no problem when I proclaim.
I keep bleeding, bleeding in love.
I take delight,
Announce that more command of Word,
That more love’s vocabulary resides within my little finger,
-- Audience, forgive the boast --
Than occupies all the many heads,
Which march in the armies of negativity!
I keep bleeding, bleeding in love.
Once Son of Man lost life,
He was crucified and nailed upon a cross,
And when He rising from the dead,
He fulfilled the Holy Writ and dies no more.
And we ourselves after Resurrection,
Shall be ‘Ever with the Lord,’
And lo and behold he who loves,
Not necessarily wisely, but well,
Remember the promise,
He shall be with Him today in heaven.
I keep bleeding, keep bleeding in love.
Tuesday, January 31, 2012
Sunday, January 29, 2012
SOUR GRAPES, A Love Poem Styled after the Verse of Catullus
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SOUR GRAPES,
A Love Poem Styled after the Verse of Catullus,
Understand, I always liked that guy, Fred,
Let’s just say, I was fond of him.
I respected him as a colleague.
Yet now, it is decades later;
My once good feelings for him have nosedived.
I mean one thing, certain, I felt you were his gal.
Of course, I was attracted to you,
Hey, your allure, it tempted me!
The way you stood, it complemented your height,
Made you demure, such poise,left knee bent forward,
Your shoulders tilted,
You brought your right shoulder down to the side,
And that smile of yours, allow me to say it,
You were gorgeous, and I always favored a brunet.
Not to forget your intelligence, hands down,
You, why you were the smartest woman I had ever met!
Nonetheless, propriety required I not make a move.
I was Fred's friend,
How would you expect me to behave?
And you must recall.
You do remember, don't you,
That I had been otherwise engaged!
Let's just say, I was very busy.
You might not have realized my busyness's full extent;
Facts are, I had been occupied on too many fronts.
I know. I know. I missed the bus.
The train had left the station. I had my chance.
Passed on what very well might have been,
God, when I think about it, the splendid opportunity,
Allowed them all to go by, life and happiness, years of it!
Let’s get it straight, the facts are the facts.
It had not been my fault, I swear!
It was that Fred, he had blocked my way,
He puffed himself up and proudly took the stance,
Made it clear that for all intent and purpose you were his.
I do not really care for the fellow anymore,
Even the thought of him bothers me.
I do not like repeating his name,
Yet now it amounts -- how time flies --
It amounts to more than thirty years later!
I want it known, the world to know,
Now and forever, my regret,
That I had missed,
Oh the wonderful chance to have experienced,
Love and life with you, please,
Understand! It had not been my fault,
I swear! He stood in my way.
Though once a friend,
I do not really care for that guy anymore, no,
Not a bit. The thought of him gets my stomach sick.
I do not even wish to repeat his name.
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SOUR GRAPES,
A Love Poem Styled after the Verse of Catullus,
Understand, I always liked that guy, Fred,
Let’s just say, I was fond of him.
I respected him as a colleague.
Yet now, it is decades later;
My once good feelings for him have nosedived.
I mean one thing, certain, I felt you were his gal.
Of course, I was attracted to you,
Hey, your allure, it tempted me!
The way you stood, it complemented your height,
Made you demure, such poise,left knee bent forward,
Your shoulders tilted,
You brought your right shoulder down to the side,
And that smile of yours, allow me to say it,
You were gorgeous, and I always favored a brunet.
Not to forget your intelligence, hands down,
You, why you were the smartest woman I had ever met!
Nonetheless, propriety required I not make a move.
I was Fred's friend,
How would you expect me to behave?
And you must recall.
You do remember, don't you,
That I had been otherwise engaged!
Let's just say, I was very busy.
You might not have realized my busyness's full extent;
Facts are, I had been occupied on too many fronts.
I know. I know. I missed the bus.
The train had left the station. I had my chance.
Passed on what very well might have been,
God, when I think about it, the splendid opportunity,
Allowed them all to go by, life and happiness, years of it!
Let’s get it straight, the facts are the facts.
It had not been my fault, I swear!
It was that Fred, he had blocked my way,
He puffed himself up and proudly took the stance,
Made it clear that for all intent and purpose you were his.
I do not really care for the fellow anymore,
Even the thought of him bothers me.
I do not like repeating his name,
Yet now it amounts -- how time flies --
It amounts to more than thirty years later!
I want it known, the world to know,
Now and forever, my regret,
That I had missed,
Oh the wonderful chance to have experienced,
Love and life with you, please,
Understand! It had not been my fault,
I swear! He stood in my way.
Though once a friend,
I do not really care for that guy anymore, no,
Not a bit. The thought of him gets my stomach sick.
I do not even wish to repeat his name.
Friday, January 27, 2012
VENUS, Rewrite, January 2012
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VENUS,
Rewrite, January 2012
How are you to be a great poet,
When you've got no inspiration,
And you're tired, it's late, and
Night after night your mind runs blank?
How is it that you find yourself stuck,
Trapped in the old, worn-out malady, writer’s block?
Might you recall instead that glorious goddess,
Made into human form right before your eyes,
With whom you spent yesterday morning, talking,
On the grass, warmed all over, blessed by rays,
An eleven-o’clock summer sun?
And why not read aloud?
What harm can there be in letting world to know?
No shame in the telling
That mind awakes, again,
From a deep, midnight torpor!
She’s got it! Beauty, love, and
She’s fire, she’s my desire.
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VENUS,
Rewrite, January 2012
How are you to be a great poet,
When you've got no inspiration,
And you're tired, it's late, and
Night after night your mind runs blank?
How is it that you find yourself stuck,
Trapped in the old, worn-out malady, writer’s block?
Might you recall instead that glorious goddess,
Made into human form right before your eyes,
With whom you spent yesterday morning, talking,
On the grass, warmed all over, blessed by rays,
An eleven-o’clock summer sun?
And why not read aloud?
What harm can there be in letting world to know?
No shame in the telling
That mind awakes, again,
From a deep, midnight torpor!
She’s got it! Beauty, love, and
She’s fire, she’s my desire.
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
BLACK WATER, An Adaptation of a Theme from a German Movie
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BLACK WATER,
An Adaptation of a Theme from a German Movie
Water in the forest, terrible black water,
A pond over rot and dead leaves,
You lie silent, quiet, you, you stay still,
Unmoving, yet the storm rages around the wood,
In the groves pines lean and nets of spiders,
They are torn apart, and then splintering begins.
You, in the hollow, you, you rest, black water.
Branches fall, leaves scatter,
Bark peals from trees and flies all directions at once.
The wind rips all that stands, the grove succumbs.
But nothing reaches you, down there, black water.
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BLACK WATER,
An Adaptation of a Theme from a German Movie
Water in the forest, terrible black water,
A pond over rot and dead leaves,
You lie silent, quiet, you, you stay still,
Unmoving, yet the storm rages around the wood,
In the groves pines lean and nets of spiders,
They are torn apart, and then splintering begins.
You, in the hollow, you, you rest, black water.
Branches fall, leaves scatter,
Bark peals from trees and flies all directions at once.
The wind rips all that stands, the grove succumbs.
But nothing reaches you, down there, black water.
Thursday, January 19, 2012
WELL, WELL, WELL, Her Pretense, January 2012
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WELL, WELL, WELL!
Her Pretense, January 2012
Well, well, well!
It won’t be long now,
Our love, how it plays its final story,
Like all else belonging to world’s glory,
Soon ends and will be no more.
Perhaps we never meet again.
We learn the awful ache,
What separation means,
When time runs out, and we see
It’s too late to mend a heart,
A heart which has been rendered, torn apart.
Right now I feel it’s true,
We shall never meet again, while
Yet we remain this side of heaven, while
We still abide on earth’s shore of the river.
Strange, yeah, how fragile my hope
(Really quite ridiculous!)
That you stop it with your forked tongue,
Abandon your bad habit, and proclaim,
Just admit it; you broke the deal!
And, as for me, you know the story,
Surrender, otherwise, forget it.
Just tell all, say to one and all,
I am gone, you’ve done me wrong.
I swear, I don’t care, I don’t care.
I am gone, gone, gone, gone!
The hurt is bad, real bad.
I am through with you in my face.
Remember the time when I begged,
Had to implore, time after time, and again.
Truth be known, it was an easy request;
I wanted a few month’s itinerary.
You pretended not to know the meaning,
You pretended not to know
The meaning of the common, English word, itinerary.
And when you had finally succumbed to my entreaties,
Sent me your plans,
Not a word of it proved true.
Awful, actually very sad,
After all the time we had spent together,
Treachery, simplest poetic conceit sums it,
It was game; you played me.
You had pack of lies.
I’ve had it! I’m really gone! Moved on,
Because you have done me wrong!
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WELL, WELL, WELL!
Her Pretense, January 2012
Well, well, well!
It won’t be long now,
Our love, how it plays its final story,
Like all else belonging to world’s glory,
Soon ends and will be no more.
Perhaps we never meet again.
We learn the awful ache,
What separation means,
When time runs out, and we see
It’s too late to mend a heart,
A heart which has been rendered, torn apart.
Right now I feel it’s true,
We shall never meet again, while
Yet we remain this side of heaven, while
We still abide on earth’s shore of the river.
Strange, yeah, how fragile my hope
(Really quite ridiculous!)
That you stop it with your forked tongue,
Abandon your bad habit, and proclaim,
Just admit it; you broke the deal!
And, as for me, you know the story,
Surrender, otherwise, forget it.
Just tell all, say to one and all,
I am gone, you’ve done me wrong.
I swear, I don’t care, I don’t care.
I am gone, gone, gone, gone!
The hurt is bad, real bad.
I am through with you in my face.
Remember the time when I begged,
Had to implore, time after time, and again.
Truth be known, it was an easy request;
I wanted a few month’s itinerary.
You pretended not to know the meaning,
You pretended not to know
The meaning of the common, English word, itinerary.
And when you had finally succumbed to my entreaties,
Sent me your plans,
Not a word of it proved true.
Awful, actually very sad,
After all the time we had spent together,
Treachery, simplest poetic conceit sums it,
It was game; you played me.
You had pack of lies.
I’ve had it! I’m really gone! Moved on,
Because you have done me wrong!
Sunday, January 1, 2012
WELL, WELL, WELL, Her Pretense
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WELL, WELL, WELL,
Her Pretense
Well, well, well!
It won’t be long now,
Our love, how it plays its final story,
Like all else belonging to world’s glory,
Soon ends and will be no more.
Perhaps we never meet again.
We learn the awful ache,
What separation means,
When time runs out, and we see
It’s too late to mend a heart,
A heart that has been rendered, torn apart.
Right now I feel it’s true,
We shall never meet again, while
Yet we remain this side of heaven, while
We still abide earth’s shore of the river.
Strange, yeah, how fragile my hope
That you stop it with your forked tongue,
Abandon your bad habit, and proclaim,
Just admit it; you broke the deal!
And, as for me, you know the story,
Surrender, otherwise, forget it.
Just tell all, say to one and all,
I am gone, you’ve done me wrong.
I swear, I don’t care, I don’t care.
I am gone, gone, gone, gone!
The hurt is bad, real bad.
I am through with you in my face.
Remember the time when I begged,
Had to ask, time after time, again.
It was an easy request,
I wanted a few month’s itinerary.
You pretended not to know the meaning,
You pretended not to know
The meaning of the common, English word,
And when you finally succumbed,
Sent me your plans,
Not a word of it proved true.
Awful, actually very sad,
After all the time we had spent together,
Treachery, simplest poetic conceit sums it,
It was game; you played me.
You had pack of lies.
I’ve had it! I’m really gone! Moved on,
Because you done me wrong!
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WELL, WELL, WELL,
Her Pretense
Well, well, well!
It won’t be long now,
Our love, how it plays its final story,
Like all else belonging to world’s glory,
Soon ends and will be no more.
Perhaps we never meet again.
We learn the awful ache,
What separation means,
When time runs out, and we see
It’s too late to mend a heart,
A heart that has been rendered, torn apart.
Right now I feel it’s true,
We shall never meet again, while
Yet we remain this side of heaven, while
We still abide earth’s shore of the river.
Strange, yeah, how fragile my hope
That you stop it with your forked tongue,
Abandon your bad habit, and proclaim,
Just admit it; you broke the deal!
And, as for me, you know the story,
Surrender, otherwise, forget it.
Just tell all, say to one and all,
I am gone, you’ve done me wrong.
I swear, I don’t care, I don’t care.
I am gone, gone, gone, gone!
The hurt is bad, real bad.
I am through with you in my face.
Remember the time when I begged,
Had to ask, time after time, again.
It was an easy request,
I wanted a few month’s itinerary.
You pretended not to know the meaning,
You pretended not to know
The meaning of the common, English word,
And when you finally succumbed,
Sent me your plans,
Not a word of it proved true.
Awful, actually very sad,
After all the time we had spent together,
Treachery, simplest poetic conceit sums it,
It was game; you played me.
You had pack of lies.
I’ve had it! I’m really gone! Moved on,
Because you done me wrong!
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