BS: Recent love poems anyone?

Subject: BS: Recent love poems anyone?
From: Donuel
Date: 01 Nov 10 - 10:43 AM

Twisty Misty Times

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From: olddude
Date: 01 Nov 10 - 10:54 AM

-- At Last --
At last, when all the summer shine
That warmed life's early hours is past,
Your loving fingers seek for mine
And hold them clos -at last- at last!
Not oft the robin comes to build
Its nest upon the leafless bough
By autumn robbed, by winter chilled,
But you, dear heart, you love me now.

Though there are shadows on my brow
And furrows on my cheek, in truth,
The marks where Time's remorseless plough
Broke up the blooming sward of Youth,
Though fled is every boyish grace
Might win or hold a lover's vow,
Despite my sad and faded face,
And darkened heart, you love me now!

I count no more my wasted tears;
They left no echo of their fall;
I mourn no more my lonesome years;
This blessed hour atones for all.
I fear not all that Time or Fate
May bring to burden heart or brow,
Strong in the love that came so late,
Our souls shall keep it always now!

Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone?
From: Donuel
Date: 01 Nov 10 - 10:59 AM

Ladies and Gentlemen girls and guys
presing truth fibs and millions of lies
Betrayal hurt sadness and blame
nobodies sombodies fortunes and fame
Presenting the spiral of time

A sprial of friends lovers and enemies
Good times end times and time in between
SOme are spiraling in while others flee

Birth Children and old boring places
time changing old familiar faces
Sunrise sunsets comets and stars
Scratches bumps and cuts that leave scars
Passion outdoors in bed or in cars
The spiral of time retraces our steps no matter how far

Spiraling beyond broken heart feelings
parents siblings husbands and wives
Life death unhappiness and grieving
here and there arriving and leaving
Wrapped up in giving while others are stealing
The spiral of time has its own archives.

For you true love we are more than friends
We have seen life's beginings come to an end.
For you I would bend the spiral into a circle that never ends.




may the circle be unbroken by and by oh by and by...

Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone?
From: Jeri
Date: 01 Nov 10 - 11:02 AM

Dan, that's a nice poem by Elizabeth Akers Allen.

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From: Art Thieme
Date: 01 Nov 10 - 11:04 AM

In the big scheme of time, this was one I liked:

I love America,
And I love being free,
I wish I was a hound dog,
And Nixon was a tree.

Art

Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone?
From: olddude
Date: 01 Nov 10 - 11:13 AM

I could not remember who wrote it Jeri, I had it for years

Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone?
From: olddude
Date: 01 Nov 10 - 11:17 AM

Who wrote this one?

My river runs to thee.
Blue sea, wilt thou welcome me?
My river awaits reply.
Oh! Sea, look graciously.

I'll fetch thee brooks
From spotted nooks.
Say, sea,
Take me!


Emily Dickinson I think

Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone?
From: Jeri
Date: 01 Nov 10 - 11:50 AM

Yep, it's "My River," by Emily Dickinson

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From: Bill D
Date: 01 Nov 10 - 01:32 PM

A couple of my favorites, from Kenneth Patchen, who is not widely read these days.



The Snow Is Deep on the Ground
by Kenneth Patchen

The snow is deep on the ground.
Always the light falls
Softly down on the hair of my belovèd.

This is a good world.
The war has failed.
God shall not forget us.
Who made the snow waits where love is.

Only a few go mad.
The sky moves in its whiteness
Like the withered hand of an old king.
God shall not forget us.
Who made the sky knows of our love.

The snow is beautiful on the ground.
And always the lights of heaven glow
Softly down on the hair of my belovèd.


Kenneth Patchen, "The Snow Is Deep on the Ground" from Collected Poems. Copyright 1943 by Kenneth Patchen. Reprinted with the permission of New Directions Publishing Corporation.

Source: Selected Poems (1957).


"As We Are So Wonderfully Done with Each Other"
by Kenneth Patchen

As we are so wonderfully done with each other
We can walk into our separate sleep
On floors of music where the milkwhite cloak of childhood lies

O my lady, my fairest dear, my sweetest, loveliest one
Your lips have splashed my dull house with the speech of flowers
My hands are hallowed where they touched over your
       soft curving.

It is good to be weary from that brilliant work
It is being God to feel your breathing under me

A waterglass on the bureau fills with morning . . .
Don't let anyone in to wake us.


" 'As We Are So Wonderfully Done with Each Other' " by Kenneth Patchen, from The Collected Poems of Kenneth Patchen, copyright © 1942 by Kenneth Patchen. Reprinted by permission of New Directions Publishing Corp.

Source: The Collected Poems of Kenneth Patchen (1968).

Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone?
From: Bill D
Date: 01 Nov 10 - 01:34 PM

One more---just because...


Fall of the Evening Star
        

        Speak softly; sun going down
Out of sight. Come near me now.

Dear dying fall of wings as birds
complain against the gathering dark...

Exaggerate the green blood in grass;
the music of leaves scraping space;

Multiply the stillness by one sound;
by one syllable of your name...

And all that is little is soon giant,
all that is rare grows in common beauty

To rest with my mouth on your mouth
as somewhere a star falls

And the earth takes it softly, in natural love...
Exactly as we take each other...
and go to sleep...

Kenneth Patchen

Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone?
From: Richard Bridge
Date: 01 Nov 10 - 07:15 PM

A young punk called Jack

"I
wanna get inside your pants"

Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone?
From: theleveller
Date: 02 Nov 10 - 04:23 AM

You Are.

In the darkness of my night, you are the bright star glowing.
You're the golden sunrise at the dawning of my day
And throughout the daytime, you are the light that guides me
And the moon that graces all the world as the sunset fades away.

When the road is longest, you're the inn on the horizon
And when the dust cakes in my throat, you're the water to my thirst.
If my feet grow weary, you make the journey shorter
And as I reach my haven, you're the arms that greet me first.

Wherever I might lay my head, you're the pillow underneath it
And whenever I'm in trouble you bring succour to my plight.
You're the angel that stands guarding at my side when I am sleeping
And whatever foe confronts me, you're my courage for the fight.

You're today and you're tomorrow, my Christmas and my birthday
And as my life moves on, you're the beginning and the end.
When I doubt the truth of living, you're the child whose smile enfolds me
And though all the world's against me, I know you'll always be my friend.

Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone?
From: kendall
Date: 02 Nov 10 - 12:06 PM

Richard, a young woman I knew was a waitress at the time, and she had a rude customer. He said "I'd like to get into your pants." She replied, "Why? there is already one asshole in them."

Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone?
From: kendall
Date: 02 Nov 10 - 12:18 PM

Here's something different; it's not about a woman but a boat.

                     Old Love

Three years we lived as one,
I the Master, she the mistress,
Did my bidding, answered my call-
Enveloped me in the long nights
Gave my days purpose.
A being apart, yet part of my being,
I met her as a boy, left her as a man.

Time passes---------------calendars turn
In 25 years we met once more.
She is bedraggled, unkempt, uncared for,
A bag lady, the smell of age about her.
I remain in her presence silently for minutes,
And, as I turn to leave, I know,
She doesn't remember me.

Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone?
From: GUEST,Kit Griffiths
Date: 03 Nov 10 - 08:07 AM

One I wrote for my wife:

If I should come to you in strange, byzantine dreams,
And we both fair and fey, as once we used to be,
Why, we are so, and all is surely as it seems:
The weight of years has dropped away from you and me.

And in a timeless past we'll spend a little while
Untouched by age or pain, and sound in wind and limb
- As lovers always are - and we will sadly smile
To see the old with creaking bones, and eyes that dim.

But when you wake, and time resumes its sullen crawl,
Be not afraid or sad to put the dream away:
Love puts down roots while passion's blossoms fade and fall,
- And roots grow deeper year by year, and day by day,

So that a look, a smile, or just a passing touch
Can quietly come to say "I love you very much."

Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone?
From: Donuel
Date: 03 Nov 10 - 11:47 AM

Speaking of Emily Dickenson, I purchased an unusual litho on canvass which is about 100 years old. In it Emily Dickenson is wearing glasses unlike her early daguerreotype and appears older. This thing is not suppose to exist but here it is.

Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone?
From: kendall
Date: 03 Nov 10 - 01:14 PM

I see some very good stuff here. Of course, I'm a poetry lover.

Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone?
From: kendall
Date: 03 Nov 10 - 02:32 PM

I'm surprised there is not more interest.

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From: John MacKenzie
Date: 03 Nov 10 - 02:48 PM

I haven't had any recent love, to write a poem about.

Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone?
From: kendall
Date: 03 Nov 10 - 07:46 PM

So, fake it; most of us do.

Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone?
From: Bill D
Date: 03 Nov 10 - 07:48 PM

"So, fake it; most of us do."

Love...or poetry?

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From: maeve
Date: 03 Nov 10 - 08:10 PM

I've written some poems turned to songs, but they're already posted elsewhere here.

Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone?
From: kendall
Date: 04 Nov 10 - 04:20 PM

I don't get it. So many threads run into the hundreds of posts while something like this dies a woodpeckers death.

Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone?
From: Jean(eanjay)
Date: 04 Nov 10 - 04:25 PM

I've been reading about Paul Curtis who is a modern poet born in 1956. I've now read quite a few of his poems and like them. Here is one:

Kiss

I meet her gaze I help her stand
I hold my breath and kiss her hand
I see her blush her cheeks red now
I smell her hair and kiss her brow
It brings me joy to hear her speak
I take her hand and kiss her cheek
I feel her skin 'neath my finger tips
I hold her face and kiss her lips
Our love's true passions now begin
I caress her form and kiss her skin
Our passions flow like summer rain
Our love's fulfilled as we kiss again
In the afterglow in fond embrace
We speak of love and I kiss her face

Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone?
From: Bill D
Date: 04 Nov 10 - 04:26 PM

Too many minds on sports and politics these days maybe, Kendall.
I am not a poet, but have some favorites, as noted above. Most of the others that come to mind are fairly well known....so I waited.

Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone?
From: Jean(eanjay)
Date: 04 Nov 10 - 04:30 PM

This is another Paul Curtis love poem but this is one of his humorous ones:

Love Is Contagious

Love is like a bad winter cold
It strikes at the young and the old
It's not something for which they can inoculate
There is no cure for those who participate
So even if you feel like you have the flu
Love is just something you must go through

Subject: RE: BS: Recent love poems anyone?
From: maeve
Date: 04 Nov 10 - 06:04 PM

One of mine is here:Roses and Amber

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From: GUEST
Date: 04 Nov 10 - 06:09 PM

Goodbye Granddad

Poor old Granddad's passed away, cut off in his prime,

He never had a day off crook - gone before his time,

We found him in the dunny, collapsed there on the seat,

A startled look upon his face, his trousers around his feet,

The doctor said his heart was good - fit as any trout,

The Constable he had his say, 'foul play' was not ruled out.

There were theories at the inquest of snakebite without trace,

Of redbacks quietly creeping and death from outer space,



No-one had a clue at all - the judge was in some doubt,

When Dad was called to have his say as to how it came about,

'I reckon I can clear it up,' said Dad with trembling breath,

'You see it's quite a story - but it could explain his death.'

'This here exploration mob had been looking at our soil,

And they reckoned that our farm was just the place for oil,



So they came and put a bore down and said they'd make some trials,

They drilled a hole as deep as hell, they said about three miles.

Well, they never found a trace of oil and off they went, post haste,

And I couldn't see a hole like that go to flamin' waste,

So I moved the dunny over it - real smart move I thought,

I'd never have to dig again - I'd never be 'caught short'.



The day I moved the dunny, it looked a proper sight,

But I didn't dream poor Granddad would pass away that night,

Now I reckon what has happened - poor Granddad didn't know,

The dunny was re-located when that night he had to go.

And you'll probably be wondering how poor Granddad did his dash-

Well, he always used to hold his breath - until he heard the splash!!