if he were to write me a love poem, would it breathe
like the quintessence of begin? would it live
as the moon to the sea – as precise as the art
of expanse along kismets journey, and all horizons linear?
would it wind-wash and rush my untouched
expanse, as a field soft and wild, exhaling through hair?
would you hear all of my hurt as it crashes to floors; crashing
through my glass floors, formed by years of perfected neglect;
(reverberating through centuries of cause and effect)
or would it die in my hands;
turn to dust
to read his undying words, such as my deepest imaginings
can conjure, would be as if the very sun had come to rest beneath
my bosom, shining exponentially forth every wish and dream i have
ever harbored within the safe haven of my yearnings, since long
before the birth of time itself!
o’, words given from the depths of my hearts deliberate daydreams,
from the vastness of your perpetual being,
would surely render my mind useless, striking my fluttering
body numb, and alive all at once!
if my love ever wrote me a love poem, i would answer
by way of warm lips on eyelids, (weary from longing
and unrequited need) gliding them
down his fair face, kissing years of spent tears into the oblivion that is
no more (the culmination of death and the sweet realization
of answered prayers), and yet
i would no sooner ask him to write me a love poem, then I would
expose my longing to receive one.
Hey Mr. Editor,
It's not very often we hear true stories of enduring Love that grows with time. I can
hear the cynic groan as I write this, but it's a good human interest story and I
thought a good one for the coming of spring, a time of new birth and new beginings.
There is a couple who met while in school, years ago. After graduation they both
were seperated by thousands of miles; both got married to different people
sometime later and raised their young families. All this time their love remained
silent, waiting, yet strong. Today, their children are adults and about to venture on
their own lives. Reconnected once more, perhaps by fate, they have planned to wed
very soon. I was asked by the Bride-to-be, a dear friend, to write a poem on her
behalf which she would read to her Groom at their Wedding Ceremony. I was truly
honored and graciously obliged. It's titled,"My Beloved. Thank you for your
consideration of my request.
Today, I can not say that dreams do not sprout wings!
Nor will I ever accuse time of being an adversary
Not when I know that within its grasp lies our past, present and future
Today, my heart is full and overflowing with abundant joy!
Gazing into your beautiful soul, I glimpse love’s sparkling reflection
Streaming like a river, endless, into vast ocean tides
And I stand in awe of God’s everlasting love and providence
The sweetest portion of which we have come to taste!
For so long I have waited! How I have yearned for this moment
When I would pledge life and love to you; become one flesh, one heart!
One heart that will bleed no more as nothing can stand between us
I will lose myself in you and you in me forever!
No longer will dreams haunt our lonely nights
And I will not have to walk this side of Heaven without you
When I consider the paths which we have traveled
I marvel and smile, as now it is clear - they were leading us to, this day!
In the silence of a thousand nights my prayers to heaven took flight
And though seasons of yesterdays came only to fade away
Time, it seemed, had shelved my fervent plea
‘Til sweet destiny obliged, leading me to the one who holds my heart
My Beloved, my husband, my best friend, and companion,
Our love has arrived; our single journey begins today!
Written for John Heck's "Hey, Mr. Editor" Contest
*Very True Story!
My wife has left me for an adverb.
I don't know which one it is!
Is it slowly,quickly, nearly?
Life should not be like a quiz.
She told me that she "nearly" loved me,
When "dearly" was what I had hoped.
Life is full of lost illusions...
How do we 'reaved lovers cope
I think I should have kept it secret,
For now I sit and sadly grieve.
Do you think my wife is cruel?
What a strange excuse to leave!
Would she leave me for a pronoun?
Would she leave for a full stop?
Would I leave you for a quote mark?
Would I fall down in a black dot?
Come back,darling for I love you.
I have learned I must take care.
I will go for grammar lessons.
I am sure I can learn flair!
We can write a poem together,
You can choose the topic,dear.
I will hold my pen and write for
They say true love drives out fear.
Did I fear her? Did I love her?
Was she worthy of my heart?
Did she dislike my hairy nostrils?
Was that why we had to part?
Come back Mary,come back Mavis.
Come back Sunny, come back Sue
Without my wife I feel so lonely.
What is a left man to do?
Shall I vote for love or money?
Shall I throw my self away?
Shall I get a new agenda?
Will a new life start today?
Come back Miriam,come back Sarah!
Where have all the women gone?
Come back Rivka with your grammar.
I can feed you a cheese scone.
I work hard and I can cook.
I put fresh linen on the bed.
I can pay my bills in full.
But without my Love,my heart is dead
I can only write this from a male side
As a husband and father with pride.
After a man and a woman say the words I do
You may be thinking of children to.
After your wife gets pregnant thinking of a girl or boy
At the end of the term you will have a bundle of joy.
Children need love and care so does your wife
Whatever the cost from your own life.
Take care of your wife, and your children also
With a great deal of love and support they will grow.
A good way to write your future is in your name
Treat them right and good and they will do the same.
Children are what we need
Without children no reason to succeed.
Lost money, dropped candy you can replace
How do you do wrong and look into your child’s face.
Do good things treat your family well and be proud
Your children will love you and see you glow in a crowd.
Children are beautiful and fragile and small
With your help and love they will grow strong and tall.
You should protect the children from that first day
Your children should be loved and should grow up okay.
If you’re a good father as good as you can be
Your children should be as proud of you as they can be.
Time can pass by so fast like in the blink of an eye
Before you know it time will pass by.
Your children will carry you into the future
Your children are your future.
I wipe the sweat from my brow
I made my submission four weeks passed,
it took even longer to write my piece,
3 months to be exact.
As I stare at the blank screen,
the paranoia sets in and I think to myself
The publishing company will know it was me,
they will know the acts created were of my own.
I did not mean to murder her, my wife.
It was her laziness that finally set me off.
I just asked her to iron my shirt,
she couldn't even do that right.
At first I thought that the iron had slipped,
it was then that I realized, as the moments passed,
that my hand was wrapped around the iron,
From then on, after this sudden realization,
I figured it wasn't so bad after all,
at least I had something to write about for my next piece.
So now I sit, here, staring at the blank screen
as the paranoia sets in.
You've given me about everything I've ever asked for
Thats why I want to tell you dear each day I love you more.
If I could turn back the hands of time theres one thing I would erase
and that would be all the worry lines I've put upon your sweet face.
You've been my friend through all these years
the only true one I've had.
You've been there by my side to comfort
me when things were going bad.
And rho life's not been easy it never was meant to be
I wanted you to know sweetheart your everything to me.
I've almost lost you many times,but God has pulled us through
hes given us another chance to live our life all new.
Theres just one thing in this whole world
I'd really love to do. and that one thing to me
sweetheart is to live my life with you.
( this was written to my grandpa... we never discovered this poem until the day
she passed away. It fell from a photograph of her and my sister... ( the picture
was tooken when my sister was little). We framed it and had it placed in the
living room.... January 2nd 2008 my house caught fire and we practically lost
everything especially this only poem written to grandpa by his wife ( grandma).
Lucky before the fire one year in 2006 I had the chance to write it down and
place among my poems... When I read this poem I grew the ability to write my
own... like I have a piece of my grandma in me. and I just want to tell her I miss
her and love her "R.I.P. grandma Evans aka Teeny 9/11/1934- 9/8/1999")
They say that all great poets
Can write love poems from their soul
And all the other poets
Simply have that as their goal
Well I know I’m no great poet
For I never can impart
All the love I have for you
From deep within my heart
Sure, I can write a line
Or maybe two or three
That gives you just a little glimpse
Of what’s inside of me
But then I always have to add
A comic twist or two
That skirts around the issue
Of how I feel for you
But dear, I’ll go on trying
And hope someday to show it
That I’m not just a writer
But maybe a great poet
For my only love
If I could write you a song
it would be like rain
It would fall gently
upon your sweet heart and soul
like dew on the grass
The words would be soft
as a wind chime on the breeze
hanging from a tree
And the melody
would be the sound of bird song
at the rise of morn
The tempo would be
that of rain dripping on leaves
of the mighty oak
All this I wish you
If I could write you a song
For my only love