I often tend to fall into love so fast and so hard,
Even after my own heart is broken I pick up every shard,
Because my love is meant to be shared and not be something I guard.
I
When I have prepared Sunday Bible message
I may be seen again in the PS passage
Why, but let me explain
All the same
Usually Joe DeMino inspires thought
After leaving comment & afterthought
On his poem - I agree - I will choose love
Whether taught from parent below or above
Yet I add from Scripture (Romans, in Bible)
Why we incline toward greed & rebellion
II
It seems natural to love (some poets know it)
It seems natural to eat & take too much, we see it!
I am no negative, glass half-full guy
Yet, the bible tells ALL sides of the story
Sinner-adulterer King David was yet God's Beloved
"A man after my own heart," God said of David
The devil made David to sin, the devil made me do it
There are more than love and charity within
The creature we feed, grows, truth for "sin"
He's a Genie after my own heart
he gives out wishes of great value
love was the first choice of my start
there is no greater hark then I love you,
then I wished for health for me and mine
he smiled rubbed the lamp and said go on
then my eyes picked up a glowing shine
I could not believe the way he shone *
Lastly, I did wish for family peace
for all the world to be as one and well
he smiled and said "my name is Maurice"
then we hugged until the sun slowly fell.
October 16, 2018
HAIKU GLIMPSES #2
I see you
Resolute as ever;
After my own heart
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Face well-sculptured
Time tells tales;
Poignant story
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Dry June humidity
Sunscreen helps;
Hot as Hell
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Durian season
Pungent gastronomy;
Aromatic digest
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Words on rice paper
Delicate strokes;
Ancient soliloquy
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Finesse styles
Picture calligraphy;
Foreign nuance
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Coming home baby
To familiar notes;
What's new pussycat?
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Love unfurls
Passionate blueprints;
Vacation thoughts
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Myriad movements match
Stormy stirrings surge;
Timely troubles treat
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In fond glances
Love steals sensations;
Haiku glimpses
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This old man
Never played one;
Now he's gone
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Leon Enriquez
25 June 2015
Singapore
< Betty Boop bought boyfriend Bimbo some basketballs to bounce
But being blind her boyfriend Bimbo bounced Betty Boop
Boy Betty Boop did boldly bounce bad
This Little Lady Is After My Own Heart
For No matter What She Does Wrong
Her Eyes Seem To Capture The One She Loves LOL
And Also One Of My Favorite Cartoons
(The writing exercise was to choose three poetry cliches and make them fresh)
(back stabber, after my own heart; and a soul of discretion; maybe more...)
He was a back stabber
After my own heart
Meek and sleek and sneaky
He wormed his way in
And 'innocently' uncovered
State secrets
Private tales
Skeletons in closets
They were all fair game
He was a back stabber
Not to be trusted
But had
Such a sweet smile
That promised a soul of discretion
It was too easy to believe him
It felt good to trust him
He pulled his victims in
And it wasn’t until the court case
Was over
And the jury voted for him
Again
That you realized he was a back stabber
He pulled it off with such panache
And charm
You had to admire the guy
Even while you staunched your blood
I wish – oh I wish
I had his skills
He was a back stabber
After my own heart
Time after time
Will cure me
After my own heart killing me
Turning by the time
You won’t still beside me
Maybe it’s not possible
But neither impossible
If you’re really my perfect card
You won’t separate our hearts
Eventhough in your heart
You will fight me
I still believe we won’t be apart
But again, you’ve left me
Time after time
Will cure me
After my own heart killing me
Turning by the time
I still hope you were here with me
Time after time
Curing in the perfect time
Loving you, is like running out of time
Time after time, please cure me…
How do I love thee let me count the ways
Well you're not fat and that's always a plus
You don't lie, steal or pick your nose
And I've never heard you cuss
You can cook, clean and wash my clothes
You can even build a fire
And everytime I've had a flat
You even changed my tire
You still have all your teeth
And you don't keep them in a glass
When summertime comes you fire up the grill
And of course you cut the grass
When your mother comes you lock the door
A woman after my own heart
If I'm taking a nap when the game comes on
You tell me when it starts
You never complain about the toilet lid
No matter if it's up or down
You never wake me to say, "You're snoring"
You simply put up with the sound
Women like you are hard to find
They're straight from Heaven above
I wouldn't trade you for anything
For I know I've found True Love
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