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Valentines Death

Red roses true
Skies so blue
Lovers doing what lovers do
Chocolates and confessions
of eternal love
Building up hopes and dreams

I, behind the counter
At the ripe old age of 69
Watch all the youth
Filled with hope and desire
Love is like clouds in the carefree sky
They all stare and thrust
Hoping to latch onto a dream

Reality is not so kind
Illusions die on the ides
Kisses left unfulfilled
Roses with more thorns than hope
Wine so sour, blood is in flavor

Ah, but for now they are all happy
Holding hands and bouquets
Pink roses and red carnations
The road they know not to damnation

Who am I? To spoil a dream
Who am I? To laugh when they scream
You see love was a knife
That murdered me long, long ago


I may breathe, but the death possessed me
The life all but left me
So tonight as lovers kiss and fondle
I wish them well, from far over yonder
I kicked out the chair
The rope taunt and tight
As my last breath
Whispered to my long lost love
Good night

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Fatima Botello April 7, 2019 at 2:29 PM Absolutely beautiful!!!

Jai Bankson February 20, 2016 at 10:30 PM Love your work Arthur,I'll leave it at that Arthur Vaso February 20, 2016 at 11:39 PM Thank you so much Jai!

Constance La France February 18, 2016 at 2:02 PM Arthur, a big congratulations and hug on Poem of the Week, with this fantastic write, I love it, enjoy the deserving honor ~ Arthur Vaso February 20, 2016 at 11:39 PM You are so kind Broken Wings! I may just start calling you Golden Wings!

Paul Callus February 18, 2016 at 8:33 AM An excellent poem through which you evoke so many different emotions, Arthur!! Love can be so beautiful, and yet it can bring long lasting pain and disillusion. What a sad ending...but you are an expert on these twists! Congrats on POTW. ~ Regards // paul Arthur Vaso February 20, 2016 at 11:38 PM Thanks Paul! Late answer but much appreciated!

Rainbow Promise February 17, 2016 at 8:09 PM Great write Arthur. Congrats on making POTW. Thanks for sharing, RP. Arthur Vaso February 20, 2016 at 11:37 PM Thank you so much for reading!

Casarah Nance February 17, 2016 at 7:01 AM Congrats on Poem of the Week Arthur, you know I like it :) Arthur Vaso February 20, 2016 at 11:34 PM You know I know you know, you know I know that you know that you like it!

Tim Smith February 14, 2016 at 4:50 PM Congrats on POTW Arthur. Arthur Vaso February 20, 2016 at 11:33 PM Thanks, doing better than the Habs anyways! LOL

Ralph Sergi February 14, 2016 at 1:27 PM great but intense poem, Arthur. Congratulations! Arthur Vaso February 20, 2016 at 11:31 PM Thank you so much Ralph, much appreciated!

Jan Allison February 14, 2016 at 10:53 AM Many congrats on POTW - shame people cannot see the photos that go with it via the POTW page - soupers go to Arthur's page and see the images that accompany the poem and also the link to his own web page ... you won't be disappointed:-) hugs Jan xx Arthur Vaso February 20, 2016 at 11:30 PM Thanks Jan, well they can, if they click on the link but feel free to remind them 2 times a day!!!!! Hugs!!!!! :)

Etienne Lariviere February 13, 2016 at 2:25 PM Noir, fantasique Arthur Vaso February 20, 2016 at 11:29 PM Merci, thank you Etienne!!

Charmaine Chircop February 13, 2016 at 12:08 AM Cont- the wrong love..(the make pretend love),Its like hanging yourself everyday. So those who are alone on Valentine's day can still live happy in the serenity of their own solitude..After all Valentine is jusy another commercial day (though I love it : ) )..Love is everyday,with our families,friends,but firstly with ourselves.This poem is powerful..and Im sure many might feel this way on such days.. So 69 not 105 yrs,still plenty to live for.: ) Arthur Vaso February 20, 2016 at 11:28 PM Oh come on I am just 68!! :) Arthur Vaso February 20, 2016 at 11:28 PM Well its my favorite anyways!

Charmaine Chircop February 13, 2016 at 12:03 AM This is heartwrenchingly sad Arthur.Unfortunately the story of many,Im not referring to the hanging,but the death of the relationship. All is always so passionate in the beginning,but as time goes by people take eschother forgranted,people change.Only few relationships survive through love.Some remain together for the kids'sake,others for financial purposes,and there are those who somehow believe that that is the only life there is. I do believe its better for 1 to be without love than with Arthur Vaso February 20, 2016 at 11:27 PM Life is always so full of complexities! Hugs

Arthur Vaso February 12, 2016 at 4:49 PM Thanks Jan, I made the corrections! Hugs Jan Allison February 12, 2016 at 4:52 PM :-) hugs Jan :-) xx

Jan Allison February 12, 2016 at 4:42 PM gosh I found this so chilling Arthur aand other images on the link are spine tingling - also loved the 'I cut up her face poem' - you really are a creative genius - 7 and faves:-) hugs Jan xx Arthur Vaso February 12, 2016 at 4:51 PM Ops above was for you, the "sadly I am too" I posted under Tim's post showed here for some reason (it showed up 2 times!) Arthur Vaso February 12, 2016 at 4:48 PM Sadly I am too!

Aurore Severo February 12, 2016 at 4:37 PM This gave me chills, you guys are excelling at the darkness. xoxoxoxoxox peace and love Arthur Vaso February 12, 2016 at 4:57 PM Thank you Aurore, a beautiful name by the way!

Aurore Severo February 12, 2016 at 4:37 PM This is a Fav for me xoxo

Tim Smith February 12, 2016 at 4:23 PM I'm free on Sunday...lol Arthur Vaso February 12, 2016 at 4:29 PM Sadly I am too!

Tim Smith February 12, 2016 at 4:13 PM Good night Arthur...hopefully you forgot to kick out the chair and will be here to write more literary masterpieces...excellent Arthur Vaso February 12, 2016 at 4:18 PM I think a wee bit of whiskey might just revive me, when you coming over?

Emile Pinet February 12, 2016 at 2:31 PM Death becomes the mediator that will release both sides from further obligations or love. Emile. Arthur Vaso February 12, 2016 at 8:47 PM Thanks Emile! :)

Andrea Dietrich February 12, 2016 at 11:43 AM oh my, so DARK, Arthur. Makes me wonder if you lost your true love!! Some great imagery in this one to convey the deep sadness of someone in this state. From the title, I was thinking it was going to be a poem about St. Valentine. That poor guy who lost his head!! Arthur Vaso February 12, 2016 at 8:45 PM or lost my mind! :) Thanks Andrea

Janice Canerdy February 12, 2016 at 8:43 AM Arthur, this comparison/contrast piece on those IN love and those OUT is bittersweet and realistic. This is so grippingly sad--but very well done! Janice Arthur Vaso February 12, 2016 at 4:58 PM Thank you so much Janice! Happy Valentines Day!

Michael Tor February 12, 2016 at 2:08 AM Emotional and touching Arthur. Very real. Relationships sometimes create desperate acts, through love and pain. Well written... Arthur Vaso February 12, 2016 at 4:12 PM Thank you Michael! :)

Nette Onclaud February 11, 2016 at 10:53 PM i am so pained by this contrast of young, fresh love and the demise of late adulthood's fervor!.. a haunting piece beautifully quilled, arthur.. huggs Arthur Vaso February 12, 2016 at 4:05 PM Thank you very much Nette! Hugs! Happy Valentines, will see if I can pen a more cheerful one! :)

Casarah Nance February 11, 2016 at 9:59 PM wow... excellent ...very fitting photographs, and a very chilling narrative. Arthur Vaso February 12, 2016 at 4:02 PM Wait til you see the other photos!!!! Thanks Cas!