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See-Saws


What playground does not hold the magic lure
Of see-saws firmly braced upon their stands?
What child resists excitement, felt for sure
In ups and downs: the hard thump when he lands
And surging thrill of bouncing up again—
To know that when he's hit that lowest low,
It's followed by a swing to new heights when
He'll know once more the joy of that plateau?

In contrast of the see-saw truth is found,
For truly, was it stable, it would bore
The simplest mind; for only from the ground
Does grandeur of the heavens make its score.

For only in imbalances we feel
The balance that keeps life on even keel.


August 4, 2014

Contest: First Poem
Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues

I joined Poetry Soup in July 2014, and this was the first poem I entered, although I had written many over the years.  It was one of my best Sonnets at the time, but I do feel that I have grown over the years in learning much from many poets here on PS, and my writing has improved.


Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2014


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In Response To My First Poem


See-Saws  -   (First Poem posted on PoetrySoup, 08/04/2014)

What playground does not hold the magic lure
of see-saws firmly braced upon their stands?
What child resists excitement, felt for sure
in ups and downs: the hard thump when he lands
and surging thrill of bouncing up again?
To know that when he's hit that lowest low,
it's followed by a swing to new heights when
he'll know once more the joy of that plateau?

In contrast of the see-saw truth is found,
for truly, were it stable, it would bore
the simplest mind; for only from the ground
does grandeur of the heavens make its score.

For only in imbalances we feel
the balance that keeps life on even keel.

-----------------------------------------------------------------

In Response To My First Poem


Yin and Yang

Just as a see-saw's motion, up and down,
echos the yin and yang of heaven, earth;
these complement each other, turn around—
like dark of night becomes the new day's birth.

All seasons here on earth their balance keep,
along with oceans' rise and fall of tides.
The yin and yang, the ebbs and flows must sweep
throughout the universe—become our guides.

The ups and downs along with highs and lows
in our own lives—imbalances we feel—
are yin and yang which we cannot oppose—
that balance which keeps life on even keel.

But sometimes balances can be unfair
when dark of yin can linger, bring despair.
We pray see-saws can rest awhile—prepare
to longer bask in yang of life midair.


Sandra M. Haight


~6th Place~
Contest: A Response to Your First Poem
Sponsor: Silent One
Judged: 09/30/2015


Copyright © Sandra Haight | Year Posted 2015


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Apres Moi Le Deluge

Listen to poem:
--  Just a bit of silliness --

"Baissez le rideau, la farce est jouee..."
                          ---- Daumier

39 & 1/2 days had passed; 
the rain had lessened.
Noah, grungy and grumpy,
paced the wet deck
like a caged Lion of Judah.
Reading the Odyssey by blubber-light,
Jonah, a free-thinker, cruised
in his whale below; he marveled,
captainishly, carefully pronouncing
the unfamiliar Greek, an uninvented
tongue he couldn't
speak.
Ham, an adherent to all the dietary
restrictions, was relieved
at the journey's almost-close.
Consultation of the Holy Books
had proved he wasn't kosher
and, therefore, could not be served.
Still, Shem and Japhet eyed him oddly.
They had a lean and hungry look.
The wives, sensible lot,
cleaned the kennels, did the chores
and tried to keep an even keel
in the anachronistic mess.
They drifted onward,
tired of fishing fruitless waters,
doubtful now of being made
fishers of men.
All things considered, it was
a perfectly normal situation:
men were mystics
and women staid and sturdy workers.
And yet, Ararat, still beneath the waters,
may not have been the only futuristic
structure in this grey,
flat seascape.





Copyright © Leo Larry Amadore | Year Posted 2016


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SHIP OF SOULS

This dreamless sleep 
You are in so deep 
Inner space, 
free falling within 
Your place 

You travel so far 
but you go nowhere 
You must forgive me 
I am not in your space 
...........It is your race 
...........you see 


How can I explain 
what I feel 
When all I feel is pain 
I am not on an even keel 

This distance I must walk, 
for there is no time to talk 

The journey starts here, 
forget your fear 

I carry with me, 
the memories of the souls 
that I knew, 
that want to travel with me too 

This ship full of......... 
lost souls 
Trying to find their way, 
find their goals, 
keeping fear at bay 

This lonely ship, 
passing through............ 
Space 
So many souls, 
passing through 
Which one are you? 

Trying to find their way. 
Me too 
This limitless space 
Looking for your place 

Where is my way? 
Deep space 
Going far 
To distant star 
Another day 
Another place 

So far to go, 
but not far at all 
Nothing to fear, 
far, 
All is here 


Copyright © Matthew Brackley | Year Posted 2007


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The flying censor shipment

Unlike the newspeak of today                                                                                           the media rodeo plays the bull                                                                                         clowns chasing a scripted  delay                                                                                       boxed up and ready to go fast food for the loll                                                                   the upper end following the lower end                                                                            Yet political satire's even keel will transcend                                                              while the real bull gores the clowns                                                                                 He can be ornery when being contained                                                                            coming like a federal expess roaring down                                                                        newsmail bringing the letter restrained                                                                             the same package to every town the same                                                                        package of the willing consripts freight                                                                              in the End a older railing bull holds his own wieght


Copyright © John Beam | Year Posted 2014


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A stranger

I look at people but everybody looks like a stranger to me
I don't know them
Do I want to know them?
No
Why should I know them?
They don't do anything for me
I got all I need 
In here - me
Why should I know them?
Why would I know them?
I couldn't care less
I don't need to know nobody
There is no reason to
I could survive on my own
Do I want to be on my own?
I don't know
Sometimes I just don't want to know nobody
Be on an island - by myself
But at other times I want to be with everybody
And have everybody to myself
What is this polarization?
I can be hot
And I can be cold
I can be mean
And I can be keen
Sprint, blink, swing
Help me to be even
Do I need to be even?
Do I want to be even?
No, no, no
I am not on even keel
I don't eat even leaves
I don't give evenly
Why do I need to be even?
I have it all
Why do I want to be even?
Haven't I had it all?
Ahhh but why?
Why they look like strangers
And why they look like friends?
When they come closer
And when I truly care
Now I don't care
Go
No come
No go
Come
No go
Make up your mind
Ok make up my mind
You can come
And you can go
And you will always be a friend to me
But when ahh ahh
Can't go back now
Can you be a little bit a stranger?


Copyright © Toquyen Harrell | Year Posted 2015


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The Monster

Well thank God they left. Nice local sports bar; I sat close to an elderly man, probably 80 years old, and a younger guy that was his son, as I gathered from their conversation. The old boy kept an even keel and decently good humor throughout; he was used to it; the allowances we make for close family; or no use to fight a battle now. Much of what the son said bounced off and ended up on the floor, like water off a duck's back, and thank God for that too. I was instantly irritated - the constant patter of vacuous suggestions from the son as to what the father should be doing in his life, what he should do differently. 

Just look at him: the old guy is fine, you can tell just by seeing him. But the son, ah now this was worthy of a stage character, the slight build, the receding hairline, the pencil-thin mustache, a mousey look overall, even rat-like, with furtive eye movements and almost constant physical twitches, he must fear silence indeed to have the need to fill it with such drivel, if not telling his father how to improve his life, he was proclaiming his own shrewdness and ambition, such prowess we rarely see, to joke about it - ah, when the truth is that he's a 35 year old in a job that would be barely good enough for a 20 or 25 year old. When you have to go on about it so, we all know it's not the truth. I never once snorted, or caught the old guy's gaze and rolled my eyes; I stayed within myself. 

Maybe it's just me. Really, how bad could it be? Well no, it's not just me - any sane person would be inwardly cringing, massively, fighting the urge to run screaming into the night before the younger man's words induced brain cancer in them. What a world.... 

But I suppose that at least a little bit it is just me.


Copyright © Doug Vinson | Year Posted 2016


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Pain then Mercy

Jesus feel
Hell so real!
Crucified
Died
Humans on even keel


Copyright © Joshua Lacey | Year Posted 2011


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Practicing for Easter

Practicing for Easter

I had heard from God high overhead
In heaven and here is what He said
Sings songs about me and my Son
On bright sunny day until it is done.

Songs in mind and heart start singing
Closer to God are constantly bringing
Who with others should always share
For your songs and poems always care.

When you start practicing each song
Only do it for short time and not long
Practice loudly and also with full force
Voice will be scratchy and end up horse.

Choir and organist together shall feel
All of their sounds are on an even keel
Doing it this way over and over again
And much better will begin to blend in.

Easter morning bring all of your friends
And shivers up spine our singing sends
You are sure to know from very start
God is in their singing and also heart.

James Thesarious Hilarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Poet

Wife told me after choir practice
before Maundy Thursday service
that all of the practicing was 
making her become horse.


Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2016


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AC-BC-DC- ---- Peace

When things seem to lose all proportion
And disagreements become the notion
Misunderstandings, (“He said,…she said”)
Differences, righteousness,  (Oh, dread!)
It helps to use some D-C…perhaps a friendly motion
To head off the flack, (as Damage Control)
It may seem absurd, a need to play the role
But, the mediator, the even keel, 
A level head, has great appeal

In case of attack, (whatever it be)
When some are offended…by facts they can’t see
Or if some feel the right, when they strongly disagree
With what others think, or what others may believe,
To bash them or harass them, 
Let us turn on A-C !
To cool down the heat, and clear the air free!

Not to say, we don’t have the right,
To B-C our news....
Just as long as we broadcast without such abuse

We were born with a B-C…written to claim
Signed by our parents, and given our name.
It gives us the right, to live in this land
To worship our own God, to live hand in hand
Whatever our faith, or what we decree
I hope we can be proud, on the day we take leave
When our D-C is printed, declaring desceased…
Let us hope we have honored, a life filled with peace


__________________________________________________________________
DC = damage control
AC = air conditioning
BC = broadcast
BC = birth certificate
DC = death certificate


Copyright © Carrie Richards | Year Posted 2011


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'My Silver Lining'


Can you see the light?
Look further - 
some call it the light at the end of the tunnel

Can you see the cloud? 
They say there is a silver lining
no

I never get too close to experience it

things always fall apart before 
I reach the light
or 
before I see the silver lining

maybe my eyes were never meant to see it - 

Just like the magic carpet 
just disappeared from under me

Did you see me fall?
Flat on my face - 

No don't worry 
I’ll get up again... 

I am a fighter you see 
the battle scars lie deep within - 
today I cried with no tears
tomorrow I might laugh with tears

the contrast and outside influences keep
me on an even keel 
so with or without that silver lining

the clouds will always be there 

that tunnel does not reflect light...

It is just a reminder 
that sunshine or rain
while I can still feel emotion 
even if it is just heartache and pain

I am still alive...


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Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2011


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A Risk

We took a risk; it worked out fine
But not without some stressing,
For everything in life requires
A fair amount of guessing.

Without such chances, we remain
Upon an even keel,
A little bored, perhaps, but hey,
Quite safe – that’s the appeal.

I’m usually risk-averse
But sometimes I get shaken
From my comfort zone and afterwards,
Feel glad it was forsaken.


Copyright © ilene bauer | Year Posted 2017


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Reformation of Character

I’ve been down this road
So many times before
I often wonder if at the end
Will there be an open door?

What seemed to be
What I thought once was
A hopeless dream, in fact
A totally lost cause.

Is now actually a series of events
Coming to fruition
But in a more peaceful, loving
And different rendition.

Is this my chance to try again?
To set things right with my life?
Or is it just a visualization?
Of what could’ve been perhaps an insight?

Only time will tell as the
Fragmented pieces fall into place
Making a difference and a change
In my life as the memories give chase.

Being sure to keep up
Not ever to be missed
But yet called upon at a moments notice
So I can reminisce.

Whenever I feel down and out
Like I lost my friend,
I can reach back into my mind
To smile and laugh once again.

You see, that’s the thing about
Memories both good and bad
They will always be there for you
Whenever you’re happy or sad.

They level the playing field of your mind
Keeping everything on an even keel
Especially those times when
You’re not sure what or how you feel.

Life is full of ups and downs
As well as trials and tribulations
It’s up to us as individuals
To know when and how to set the stipulations.

When we reach that final chapter
And the last page has been turned
You can stop, look back and say
Wow, this is what I’ve learned

Now take this and share it with everyone
Even those you may not know,
So we all as individuals and
A collective will continue to grow.


Copyright © juanita smalls | Year Posted 2012


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Bedland

My ship has come into port
the clock's run out in this game
now flannel speaks of comfort
gentle springs welcome the same

I fold back the sheet
release settles in
I pause and take a seat
I always lose but here I win

I pet the top of my pillow
as I tuck my legs under
I feel good though I feel low
finally free to wonder

Can life ever feel this good?
Can effort please as much as rest?
maybe someday it could
but for now this is life's best....

I snuggle into this soft space
I feel myself let go
and I look God right in the face
thanking him though all is so

The quilt begins to warm
the tender bed begins to heal
life's crazy goes on to swarm
but now Im safe and even keel

I relax and wait to sleep
quite clam inside serenity
time can pass and still I reap
some peace from all I know and see

Can life ever feel this good?
Can effort please as much as rest?
maybe someday it could
but for now this is life's best


I'm spending all my time in bed
feels right after all I've done and said
There's noone here I have to please
So the hours pass with ease

letting go
of all I know
of fears and foes
inside this show

So I stay
Here to lay
everyday
with all at bay

at least for now
this is how
I bow
to the ow







Copyright © Richard Craig | Year Posted 2011


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Clockwork

Just three hours, to the dot,
From when my breakfast ends,
Some hunger pangs begin
And their intensity ascends.

It doesn’t matter what I eat,
Though I have my routine;
My body runs like clockwork
Or a well-maintained machine.

Assuaging all that grumbling
Doesn’t take a three-course meal;
A little snack is quite enough
To set an even keel.

Three hours hence, it starts again
And so I nosh or graze.
A token nibble shows who’s boss;
My stomach then obeys.

I’m fortunate my hunger pangs
Are never that severe,
For after several morsels
They just seem to disappear.


Copyright © ilene bauer | Year Posted 2013


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WALKING ON TROUBLED WATERS

walking is defined by how one travels on one's feet
walking in itself can be an easy task to complete
but when the environments troubles the ground on which you trod
walking is no longer easy but can become quite hard

walking on troubles waters Jesus went out to meet the boat
the Disciples were so fearful that they thought they were seeing a ghost
the storm had arisen and the boat was in big trouble
but Jesus was now in place to take on their struggle

the storms of circumstances will roil the waters of your life
the hurricanes of financial and economic strife
the tornadoes of your personal life and job situations
the tsunamis and the monsoons of everyday complications
we all have a desire to sail down calm and quiet streams
but life has a way of going from one to another extreme
storms will come into your life at times when you least expect
but as long as you're with Jesus there's no need to panic and eject

walking on troubles waters is not an easy thing to do
but it's less of a problem if you trust in God to guide you
so stretch out your hands to Him when you do step out of the boat
and believe that the Lord Jesus the Christ will keep you afloat
just don't look down and walk without any doubt
and know in your heart that God will work it all out

when the waters are flowing and easy you can walk on an even keel
but when the worries and woes make waves it's time to let God take the wheel
when walking on troubles water you need to have a big faith
and trust that the Lord Our God won't let you fall on your face
walking on troubled waters during the storms of life
knowing that the calm will come if you just trust in the power that is Christ


Copyright © louise nelson | Year Posted 2009


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Sometimes I Sit And Ponder

Sometimes I just sit and ponder, 
what the true meaning of lifes all about; 
Try and figure out my insucurites, 
and the reason Im so full of doubt, 
Maybe Im too hard on myself, 
with the pressure I apply from within; 
Maybe I want too much to fast, 
here comes doubt creeping in again. 
How can I find a balance in life, 
where I float with an even keel? 
Not worrying about the future, 
or losing for life its zeal?


Copyright © Dwayne Bailey | Year Posted 2009


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Sounds

Infer a wasted respite for all my doubtful times
inducted in me for all that you and I might chime
So soft a sound enshrined to all but sight and
willing ground
indelible, enthralled for seams in time were found
A sound so damned that each of us rebound
from me to to you, and back
denied...
trounced by simple crowds

And stoic moves from you to me defied 
as creeping sparks remind me you were mine
For days and weeks and dreamless peaks
that slow to weaker sounds and wins between
To stay this way required deeper means
that strike and weep and ever leave you still
And seek a will to drive your even keel
and slow you down to depths 
this sound can kill
Instruct your pride to see a thrill in me
so wound and drowned 
by all these feeble sounds


Copyright © Lebo Bopalamo | Year Posted 2016


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That For Which She Had Yearned

That For Which She’d Yearned

She’d married young, then realized the fact
her spouse was not the type of man to act
with thoughtfulness toward her, and sometimes he
would lose his temper, but unflaggingly
she held her tongue and kept an even keel.
Oblivious to how he made her feel,
her husband threw abusive words. The wife
was one who could forgive despite this strife.
She daily prayed to God her husband’s soul
would soften and her marriage be made whole.

Faith and compassion she had plenty of,
and so the wife gave all she could of love.
She could have held resentment for his ways.
Instead she was forgiving all her days.
In time, the woman saw change take effect!
Her spouse was showing HER love and respect.
He opened up! Surprisingly, this spouse
now brings her gifts and helps her with the house!
Her constant kindness, love, and faith has turned
her marriage into that for which she’d yearned!

Nov, 4, 2017
For The Healing Power of Love Poetry Contest of  Line Gauthier


Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2017


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even keel

Getting along brings my hearts delight
I don’t want your anger to ignite
I know I’m no shining knight
I don’t want us to fight
I know I’m not as lofty as a kite
As night is blue and day is white
I don’t want to always be right
I want your love for me to ignite
A kind look makes me high as a kite
I like to hear your insights
For us to be civil would be alright
Being with you is my hearts delight

By Robb A. Kopp
All Rights Reserved © MMX


Copyright © Robb A. Kopp | Year Posted 2010


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tempest

need to take on more ballast
to fight this raging storm
my vessel to light to continue
red flags are giving warning

the sun completely blotted
the clouds are dark and threatening
wasn’t like this when I started
will I ever learn my lesson

the waves are high, the wind is cold
my sail is now in tatters
getting back to an even keel
is all that really matters

no one to bail the water
pouring over the side
only me here at the helm
a course I must decide

I think I am too far from shore
further out than I first thought
my compass just keeps spinning
and I am overwrought

no buoys here to guide me
no lighthouse beacon shines
on these angry seas that taunt me
and promise a quick demise

holding to Saint Christopher
praying to all above
see me through this tempest
protect and guide me home


Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2009


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the power of our desperation


the power of our desperation
----------------------------

when the river of time is choked with debris
and i can no longer sail against the tide
i must clear the way before me
for stopping is a backward ride

i am a ship with a fool at the wheel
a captain by default, not merit
finding it hard to keep an even keel
but learning daily a little bit

when life is at it's grimmest low
and the future looks dark indeed
that is a chance to grow
to find the strength that we need

the time comes when it seems
that we can not move ahead as we planned
maybe we're following phantoms or dreams
and not taking time to understand

the more we want something the harder we try
though we don't always know what we need
it's never enough ju8st to get by
we must have goals, and strive to succeed

when the want and the need are the same
and failure is not a choice at all
then burns brightest the flame
heaqrts commit and spiorits stand tall

this is the power of our desperation
an addicts end to avert
we need not cling to justification
or suffer old pains that still hurt

with an honest and fearless point of view
we can see deeper and clearer the truth
with work we can regain and renew
the joy of life from our youth


Copyright © solomon storm | Year Posted 2010


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Untouched by The Storm

Living your life with no emotion is so much easier when you do not feel
Giving little for what you get, no tears to shed; now you're strong as steel
You've built a wall, keeping people out. 
Don't let anyone inside your protective shell.
Push the one's you care for away.
Don't let anyone in your man made hell.
As life rages on, unbearably cold, with no chance of getting warm
You walk through this world like a man among men, untouched by the storm
You can dance with the Gods and reach for the stars
Put your ship on an even keel
You can discover a universe far from your own
But you can never let yourself feel.
There is safety in solitude, quiet, secure; no pain when you do not conform
You can sail this world on a sea of madness, untouched by the storm.
Tears in your eyes are a sign of weakness 
A sign your foundation's unsound
Curse at them; scream at them until they go away
Then cry when there's no one around.
Don't trust a soul. Don't let anyone in. Be hard. Be true to form
You can march through this planet in the swirling snows, untouched by the storm.
Your heart is a rock. You feel no pain in spite of the wounds you acquire
Your soul is immune to sorrow or hurt. You can stand in the burning fire.
Now the wall is gone and the ashes smolder, making the night seem warm
You awaken at last to find you're alone, untouched by the storm.



Copyright © Vince Suzadail Jr. | Year Posted 2006


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Empty Dreams.

 If I had wings would I fly with birds on high or touch the evening skies?
If I were a jet could I see beyond the sunset to view the other side?
If I had another’s eyes would I still see  the world as it is?
If I were a ship would I sail the deepest seas or maybe crash upon a reef ?
If I were an eagle would I  prey upon innocent lambs or traverse distant lands?
If I were a tree would squirrels still scuttle among my leaves
hiding their acorns, or birds their seeds?
If I were the ocean would I ebb and reel or help sailors maintain an even keel?
If I were the wind would I demolish all evil things or blow the breath of peace
Into the hearts of men ? 
If I had a choice what would I choose to be, knowing that
IF I were anything else would I be as blessed as I am, being ME?






Copyright © Margaret Okubo | Year Posted 2007


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VALENTINE EXPERIENCE

It’s again that time of the year
When words bandied are ‘Love’ ‘Romance’, and ‘My Dear’
Question popped is,
“Will you be my Valentine’?
No, nothing wrong in it
That’s fine
But to find ‘genuine’ love
And not to be scoffed
Take advice from…
No, no Love Guru
But someone who has gone through
The Valentine charade
That Love parade
Yep, someone like me
I assure you
No consultation fee
Both of you may think
‘We are made for each other’
But just look around brother
See the fun
Everyone’s under the same impression
So, don’t be fooled
By the Valentine feel
You need not paint the town red
On the contrary
Ensure your relationship is on an even keel
In case of incompatibility
Rid yourself quickly
Give her up for good
And don’t say, “If only I could”
If you follow this
You’ll be in ‘permanent’ bliss
Keeping yourself out of harm’s way
For example, let’s say
The snorting father
And the charging mother
If you be both judicious and bold
You are sure to hold
Your own-
Her skin
As well as your bone
Turn to someone else
Let your charm sell
See that your new partner oozes love
Addresses you as
‘My Dove’
Remains with you
Through thick and thin
Above the Valentine din
And before I close
Do you have any questions to pose?
I know what’s passing in your mind
You want to find
Whether it’s my ‘Valentine experience’ which speaks
If it is this
What you seek
Well, only the wearer knows
Where the shoe pinches
So, the matter that clinches
If for someone’s love
You don’t pine
You’d never write
Such silly lines



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