Best Lovecity Poems


Premium Member The Lady Waits Alone

I left the party for only a moment
Meaning to return as quickly as I left
From the balcony the night felt ominous
Lights twinkled from the ships anchored
In the harbor below
The hostess
Drink in hand
Greeted her guests
Smiled at everyone who came
For her, her actual beauty, 
Was not in itself so remarkable
That none could be compared with her 
Or that no one could see her without 
Being struck by it
But her presence
If you knew her
Was irresistible 
The attraction of her person, 
Joining with the charm of her conversation, 
And the character that attended all she said or did
Was bewitching. 
It was a pleasure just to touch her hand 
Or to watch her walk into a room.

The party ended
Propping  herself on a sofa
She watches a glimmer of light
Turn from black to misty daybreak
Eyes not moving
Face up toward the ceiling 
She sleeps a calm, untroubled sleep
Down below a lone car speeds through the heart of the sleeping city 
Scarcely half-past five in the morning 
And the sun not yet fully up
A city begins to awaken.

A City Souvenir

departures, reservations and dreams	
	 	can all be changed in a single wish
	 	we have shared too much
	 	moments flowing within moments
          	souvenirs of that which cannot be bought
		there is so much left to explore
	 	bridges to cross our future to build 
                Sunday mornings busy doing nothing at all
                lovers within city limits with no limit on love
                daybreak and dusk free for the taking
                ice chilled champagne to warm the soul
	        the surreal joy of  love in the afternoon
	        hot cappuccino sweet to the lips
                you and i belong together 
                call this city home take another plane
                leave some other day stay with me
                i am yours to keep 
                           a city souvenir
				
							Irish

The City of You

Raining today heady with the scent of early spring
My effort mingles with the embrace
Of your rain

Soaking thru' me
Cleansing.

Dark streets and a city of
Scattered lights, as I step into you
Pooling around me
Soaking me from below and
Above.

I look up, my breathing heavy in the night
Your tears fill my eyes
My tears fall into the pools
Of you.

I feel the City as I feel you
Around me and inside me
Somewhere that is so familiar but
A long way from Home.


Premium Member "a Special Note"

Free Verse Rhyme

Thirty five years ago…I wrote my goat a special note......................................(Matt. 25;32)
You logic will not float…in Love’s special moat..
 
Love will not lead…the mind’s parasitic seed..
For the mind constantly bleeds..love, the parent seed..

A parasitic seed….promots not God speed..
`Tis derivative of carnality’s greed…carnal needs… bleed…love seed..

Christ..the ultimate simplicity… removes complexity, world’s toxicities..
Free will… `Tis goat’s choice to fill…but know this, love only fills, God’s will

One reality…love’s thrill..`Tis  the real deal..
The white stones…stand alone…near God’s throne..

 Of white stones….a city built…will not tilt…..................................(Rev. 2:17)&(Rev. 3:12)
No leaning tower…hath any power…

My special note..wrote..love is like a mote..
Within…life’s city floats…no goat shall float..love’s mote..

The stream…the River of Life….the sacrifice..
Flows out of the City of Life…unto the mind of strife…..................................(Rev. 22:1-11)

Love in the mind abated…from the City…mind is separated…
But never fear…Love will be near… To all of humanity dear..

Densities of carnality…will clear….from the mind…is clear..
As Life’s River flows clear…very near…minds will grow clear..

`Tis from the city…the sheep shall see…for a part of the city…they shall be..
As the City’s life flows out to the sea….the goats shall began to see..
By the light of  City…for they are the sea!!

12-2-09 johnmosesfreeman

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