Scoffing Love

2013 Vicki Acquah SCOFFING LOVE Which witty poem did you inspire in me, what sincere praise did you give my words when I thought enough of you send a poem your way? Which line did you write with my spirit surrounding you? What song did you sing when you thought of my name? Why did you say you love me? What have I done to make you smile, how did you get in my head anyhow? What part of me did you arouse. Why do I say I love you.? Were you sincere when you said amen to the wisdom that I shared, were you one of those who thought your mocking, was more valuable than compliance? I have lived with the resentments of scoffers. I digest your response with a gulp. I thought so much better of you. I do not have a real clue, as to why you would be the one to undermine and scoff at love with snide remarks of false pride; I was called to this throne you seek to banishing me from. This cannot be done; No man can put asunder what was set in motion by the higher laws of nature. I speak of the ills in society, I speak of false realities. What you didn't say holds fast inside. I saw what you didn't do and wonder why. In-spite of your mockery I still have a love inside me, that adores the greatness in you! Even if you choose to undermine; this only bothers me because of the effect it will have on you, only my friends who are genuine, will continue to ride on my cloud of joy. Receiving no threats, as human I be, human, with the attributes of goddesses. Take what you like and leave the rest of me. That's why I so perfectly ...tolerate you. Because of the worth I see in you. And of course, what is left of you need not be disturbed. One day you will figure things out, one day you will know why I shared a part of your life. One day you will see what they value in me, it’s not because you scoff love deliberately that I speak, it’s not because you will give in, but because you are better than this. Because the miracle of love and fate combined will one day comply with your finite mind. I know who I am even though you don't ride on my rhythm, or step to my drumbeat. I see you tweaking to my heartbeat. Yet more will be understood by and by. To those who feel, and appreciate each other’s poetry: Eventually the meaning of things will be revealed. Who knows why scoffers scoff whenever love speaks out? Just be patient and wait, sincerity and love never need defending. All you less callous people, who seek understanding as opposed to malice, just wait at the top of the mountain. One day with open eyes the slackers shall join you there. No need to compare, we all need prayer, as long as we are not stuck on the slippery slope, of contempt, as long as we who hold the rope are willing to pull our brother up with our words, the poet’s words: The message for the masses is hope...so, I live for the poems you send my way. For, I grow strong in our relationship sailed by the winds of your encouragement, to my poets, my true friends; I truly know who you are, don't ever think I don’t! Copyright © Vicki Acquah | Year Posted 2012