Best Philosophylove Poems
Judgment
When I shall be the old man here,
Forgot by time, uncountable by year,
When I shall wish to pass the living brink,
At You I shall devote my thought and think.
Uselessness I`ll see in all that I achieve,
If I do not have love or can`t forgive
To do with love all that you have so ruled,
Unknown or known as suffering endured.
Washed I should not be from any of my sins,
If I did never forget or never forgive since
The hour of balance is inclined toward my trap,
And hardly passes us one thought or any other step.
And if I did not help that stranger foreign man,
A good word for the pain of that wretch sideman,
If I have never known to help my friend or mat,
In vain I shall be sorry, cry shouting or fill pat.
Or maybe all these I have done presuming,
But without love, alien and with so confiding,
Than I am just a sonorous forefinger copper,
An ugly earth body without climbing upper.
But even so, there is existing one more chance,
The wisdom in the last hour of one slippery Trans,
To give me power to see what does He want,
As life to give me; not to take and be redundant.
But sorrows, which born from facts and sin,
As are recognized, even now could be foreseen
That Judge with love in everything he does,
Inquires all and, with affection… forgives us.
I can imagine : staring in the eyes of : Elizabeth Barret Browning
Seeing the " Glory of LOVE '; bring on the " Sorrow of LOVE "
The sweet outstanding " Black LOVE " of Edgar Allen POE
" Edna St. Vincent Millay " and I Believe in GOD'S Creation
To sit beside Carrie Richards; Watching POETRY Created
To Live , In the mind of the Teacher “ Carolyn Devonshire”
To Understand the Language , as the Great Master “ Dr. Ram Mehta “
To know ,FOREVER LOVE as the “ SweetHeart” ~ Linda-Marie ~
I have Forever Dreamed: of someday being a POET Laureate
How silly is my mind, when Emotions, have Died Long Ago
Words are Earthly : I can not understand their meaning, “PURPOSE”
If Only the HEART deep with-in the Soul : could write POETRY
“ I Could “
Hope!
Hope for what?
Change!
Change to what?
Change!
Change what?
Believe!
Believe exactly what?
Reform!
Reform what?
Reform!
Reform exactly into what?
Love!
Define Love.
Love!
Love what?
Love!
Love whom?
Love Humanity!
Humanity isn’t a person nor an animal.
Love Humanity!
Humanity is an abstraction.
Love humanity!
It’s easier to love humanity than a person.
Love humanity!
I’d rather love you!
Form:
Profound paintings on the world’s canvas
Produced by the stroke of divine paint brush
Tough, tender, slender and beauty luminous
Melt, mould discerning hearts or crush
Smiling, laughing faces with bubbling zest
Faces in agony and pain with rivulets of tears
Ugly, lustful faces, scheming and plotting to wrest
Faces sunk in gloom, torments, anguish and fears
Days sparkling with sun light of hope and aspiration
Moonlit nights wrapped in the ecstasy of romance
Demonized nights horrifying beyond imagination
Ducks in flight and peacocks whirling in dervish’s dance
Colorful chirping birds and singing nightingale
Roses, gardens, trees, butterflies and bees
Races black, white, yellow, brown strong and frail
All artistically crafted whichever way one sees
Refreshing serenity of the religious places of worship
And its contrast in hatred and abomination of war
Cool comfort and compassion of love and friendship
Bringing souls together from the near and far
How has the brush painted me in awe-inspiring scene?
Does the glow on my face transcend the virtues of my soul?
Am I embodiment of love and kindness or ugly obscene?
On canvas am I Colossus or dwarfed by selfish goal?
For the love of failure’s flail,
Of choices bearing no avail,
I wish the indecisive mind
Would make a choice and leave a trail.
For the love of failure, fight!
Do not feel ill, or be contrite,
Free will is fate, not random chance,
And life’s demand is not polite.
For the love of failure’s threat,
With loss, accumulating debt,
I do implore your anxious soul
To worry not about regret.
Now is not an age of keen,
To think your troubles are extreme,
When old with wisdom you’ll appease,
When failures supersede your dreams.
And on the day you will not seize,
You’ll die with happy memories,
And your regret will die alone,
And your regret will fade with ease.
For the love of failure, live.
For the death of failure, love.
All your faults you may forgive,
Save for regret; the cause thereof.
"In the 1840s, two sisters fall in love with the same man.
While drunk, he writes a letter proposing marriage
to the wrong one."
My friend from New Zealand calls from Palm Beach
to tell me in her lovely down-under tones
that David, her husband of 40 years is gone.
She'll go in August, that august month, to take home
what's left of the hearty man who loved her--
admired me. Ashes to ashes, earth to earth,
dust to dust, or in the case of the precious 65%
of the body, water, returned to water.
New Zealand, Yes! "Green Dolphin Street," old film
of transport. Lana Turner in her finest role.
Van Heflin, concealing love for the bride sent-for
in error--her inconsolable sister fleeing
to the sea, whose incoming tide entrapped her.
A rocky climb to safe haven with the holy women
at the top of her washed-out world saved her.
Poor girl, first time an ocean ordered
"Get thee to a nunnery!"
I have been a witness to the mysterious tide
of Mont St. Michel's 'plein mer,' its glistening lip, gliding
snake-like to reclaim what was solid, solid no more;
threaten feckless strollers struck with sea fever,
or a would-be bride in wrongful death. Solid, this earth,
as far as we know, "terra firma," yet terra agua
summons us: the cobalt ocean of my childhood,
a sparkling Paris fountain, its sibling in St.-Michael
town, assorted rivers I have loved: Georgia's
Chattahoochee, the fabled Seine, or the Flint River
of family outings. These move the plasmic stream
within, washing where the ashes of my brothers
enrich the ocean. David's destination, as he
follows their lead, and Yes! I will join them
when the tidal heart runs out.
for my brothers, George and Jim
The gleaming crow, a treasure before her eyes
Her flirtatious wings dripping out behind her
Like lush curtains they swayed in the wind
Her coiled claws, held to her chest, scraped one another
She cawed to him
I love you I love you
His fragmented eyes looked back
The not yet dried glue dripping from their edges
He said to her
This wounded stallion
The lasso tight around his thick neck
His once free main weighted down
He said to her
I loved what you stole, what you cannot replace
She looked at him, he saw himself in her gaze, the stallion
He saw himself in the blood beneath him
Its shimmers cried betrayal
He saw himself
His shriveled form, his broken eyes
She said to him
You will learn to love me more
He looked at her, she looked at him
She saw herself in the waters of her toil
She saw her beauty, the beauty he must see
He looked at her, her inky talons plotting their mischief
He said to her
I am not yours to claim, you took my world, I am no more
I will rebuild your world
She said
With my hand
He heard claw
He stood above the red waters
He remembered the rubble of his old home, the walls he had built
She had torn them down and claimed him, his wings clipped
She loved him when he flew
He was no more
Soon she would learn what he has lost
She would lose what he cannot
Her need
They always do
All of them
© Samir Georges
2009
merciful is who is tender, love abounds
wise is he if love in truth he speaks
beautiful is who finds love profound
lies inborn, mendacity, havoc reeks
truth is love
therefore:
love is truth
reeks havoc, mendacity, inborn lies
profound love finds who is beautiful
speaks he truth in love if he is wise
abounds love, tender is who is merciful
Jun 29 2010 For Jared's Palindrome contest
Mother warned
Never make love in a cornfield
For the corn-- has ears
And they just may tell...
Upon hearing this
I laughed and replied mom
They might have ears
But they do not have lips
With which to speak...
Not so fast, Careful daughter said she with a smile
They have husks that are tough
And when shucked the silk and shucks will make you tell
Yeah, I've ran through the fields
Playing hide and seek
The itch form those husks --
Sure did make me shriek...
Ahh… Shucks... I guess you're right Mama
You don't have to worry about me
With great bliss--I promise you this...
I'll never make love in a cornfield.
Comments: The lesson was corny but true to form as I will never make love nor hide in a
field of corn -- ears and all 0;-)
Love is a song, sang by your soul
Through your heart
Once you start
To feel like a part
Of someone that makes you whole.
Love is a flame, that seldom dies
But is only obscured
By pain uncured
And can be matured
With a good long heart rending cry.
True love is rare, like a pink pearl
It never stops shining
Or singing
It keeps on burning
Lying dormant in every boy and girl.
Pain steals your love, hiding it quick
Away in the mist
But it exists
And may persist
Because real true love never quits!
Timothy I. Brumley
she made deviled eggs for me
and sandwiches of deviled ham
angel cake spread with apricot jam
fresh brew ice sweet tea
spread on a blanket over grass of green
not far from the clear water stream
under the shade of the old oak tree
a perfect day for a picnic lunch
to share with your honeybunch
with love and food and company
simple pleasures to enjoy life
help ease the stress and strife
sunny blue skies as far as the eye can see
find time to do not much
relax and be yourself as such
make time for love ones is the key
and your riches will be more than gold
your happiness will forever grow
how could life better be
nothing you earn could ever pay
of the joy when you can say
she made devil eggs for me
Blue is the color of the sky
The color of the ocean
There isn't a single reason why
You wouldn't love blue
Just look at the rivers and lakes
They're just so peaceful
And the hills,mountains and plains
Are simply a work of art
The ink I'm writing this in is blue
And just look at the saying
Blue, blue God love you
You can't argue with that
It represents peace and serenity
It's calming and strong
And it holds nature's true beauty
It's just deep and stable
It symbolizes trust and loyalty
Wisdom and confidence
Intelligence and royalty
Best of all it's gender neutral
This is just a mere hint or a clue
Scientifically proven facts
These are my reasons for loving blue
(Bear in mind I kept the list short)
They will read my poem and wonder
"Who is this?" But I knew you better
Than any who will search and blunder
Harnessed to their finite, mortal fetter
You are gone, no longer restrained
And cumbered by time's clay palace
The sprite and child in you sustained
Through life, and without carnal malice.
I too laughed in your shadow, you pure
Bringer and giver of joy, humanity
Was excellent in you. Now no more
The pranks and wise and silly empathy
No more the driver of the penny cab
The dreamer, mariner of imagination
The void unfilled, the sad poet must sob
Man's coming and our senseless termination
Was it not for heaven and hope invisible
We reprised in songs again and again
You saw that in your doctrines legible
As a star that writes in light balms of pain
I love the fun in which you held faith
Against the trivial mountains of our life
I shall miss you driving through the gate
Eyes twinkling with tales for the anxious wife.
Flankers has lost a citizen, earth a man
Our children a father of compassion
And love the vivid vassel of its plan.
There was a Cleveland England this emotion
Rises like a river for, there was a friend
And counselor, a listener, and cheery heart
O life, how dread in us that death contend
With you, and we are ever torn apart!
Humanity seeks peace;
The truth of this concealed by a tight crease…
Communion with nature loosens the fold…
Relinquishes the impediments hold…
Observing our earth gives life’s elusive mystery…
All things working together produce harmonic history…
Faithful friendship fastened firmly fractures fears frenzy…
Fear is for love, what shoes are for gloves…
Similar is there cause, one effects evolution with a pause…
The cabals control under suspension…
We the people of earth, calling forth light vibration for ascension…
Leaving the big business warden in the dark…
Will initiate igniting their prison releasing divine spark…
If you desire experiencing real sovereignty, die while alive in your body…
No longer associate who you are with beliefs or possessions…
Reversing the ancient ego split resulting spiritual regression…
I love you so I may love myself…
I love myself so I may love you…
I give the whole a holistic love commitment with such strength…
Undoubtedly increasing our spiritual length…
Within the complexities of our minds
We create worlds and circumstances
When we thirst for the oasis of compassion
But lack it in real life
Then we conjure in our heads this tenderness
We change what is in our grasp
By reaching deep within our being
We make it so
If love is absent in this day of hate and rage
And what we desire is not found
Then, we must process and formulate
The antidote to spewing venom
We counteract these poisons
For even if it's not easily found in the natural
By bringing love to others and ourselves
We make it so
It is my belief that we are not the source
Of this love we long so to possess
No, we are all born of fleshly greed
From whence we came, through ages past
Out of dust we rose and into dust we fall
But our Creator redeems each of us if we but ask
For He is the source of Light and Love
He’ll make it so