Have we put so many conditions on our
interactions with others,
Even with our mothers,
To reach a point where no kind of caring,
will be unconditional,
And robots will be the only significant others,
That with our conditions have no bothers.
For those who were taught that the only type of caring,
If one wants to be sharing,
Instead of waring,
Everyday becomes harder to get others,
To understand our helpful offers,
Come without conditions,
Or expectations
Except unconditional acceptance,
Of an offer made out of a caring stance,
That encourages them to dance.
As long as there are those of us around,
Still above ground,
Who don't attach conditions on caring,
There will still be opportunities,
To experience the realities,
Of enjoying,
Sharing in an environment,
That puts no conditions on caring,
Because the alternative can ever only be
a lot more waring.
When the sun sets in the morning
and rises late at night,
and dogs hop on lily pads,
and frogs viciously bite,
that's when I'll stop loving you,
and not one day before,
unless, I find, regrettably,
that you loudly snore.
If I told you I had a deep secret, could you keep it?
I am in love, but it includes conditions and reasons.
I am left here wondering if he's really the one I love.
The marigolds were blooming and Sunlight on it.
The spider was relaxing on top of it.
The love was either conditional or unconditional.
I did not understand but I was watching it rationally.
Spider was calm and flower was blooming.
I felt flower was attracting the spider king.
The spider arrived at the middle and stood calmly.
I was watching it closely and carefully.
I felt that their love was conditional or maybe not.
But it was fantastic to watch them.
I saw it before that spider mostly choose marigold to rest.
The joy was amazing and the moment was one of the best.
Loyalty brings even the fortified few to falter somnambulantly in succession
As if tranced to commit, their convictions are true yet skewed
The blind emotional outburst of bigotry and cynicism conveyed
Is but a microcosm of what pain these individuals likely feel
Something of an atrocity to be used and told when to kneel
Although the accused has seen duress they gladly contride the thoughts of madness itself
I feel that you deny me reproof yet I will not pity that which cannot choose
As sad as it seems to me I see I've held on to honesty gleaning
Were supposedly a friend you said having talks breaking bread
But now that I see that your truth is my lie I know time will determine the test that was cheated
The sad part I'll say and to my dismay is that there wasn't discussion, just conceded
Hope it's enjoyed, misconception eroded have the seat that keeps you yearning and teeted....
Grammar Series
SECOND CONDITIONAL
If I were a gambling man as my sin;
(I confess an occasional flutter)
Then if I had an acceptable win,
I would buy myself some new schmutter *
Note: it would make my verse more refined
If instead of "if I..." I wrote "we're I" and "had I"
Then perhaps The Immortal Bard would not mind
And Jane Austin would give me the glad eye
While I may forgive modern language’s slur
Wanting that which is sadly defunct, if
We avoid "if I was", rather say: "if I were"
Mindful that we are using subjunctive
Now the First Conditional suits admonishment
By uncles from Amsterdam, Delft or Utrecht **
While the Third is rueful and penitent
For sins of commission or those of neglect
But the Second tops my panoply
And it always has me beguiled
Inspiring creativity, phantasy
And imagination run wild
E.G.
Had I the combined wit of Wodehouse, and Wilde
I would put my pen to write such a tale
That would make the face of God crack a smile
And the heavens to burst in a giggling gale
Looming large is the languid condition,
combing my psche with arid plots,
Tombing is the state like vortex,
Dooming it looks to dawn on me eternally,
That is my inability to make sinews in
indigent life!
You
Only I am unconditional
Love
Lord
You will agree to this I'm sure.
We can't control the weather
but we can the temperature.
All this last week....so hot.
As much the breeze
beneath my hugh oak trees
as in the paved parking lot.
The wind crispy in its flow
wounding facial expression.
Expounding true exaspiration
at every level of discomfort I show.
The one and only consolation,
not just wish or whimsical thought.
For reconcile of comfort sought
Go inside and soak up air condition.
You will agree to this I'm sure.
We can't control the weather
but we can the temperature.
“Un conditional”
To know this love of ages sung I make my true admission
To seek and find such beauty rare a love without condition.
Born within the souls of men a longing to acquire
A love so pure and selfless deep fulfilled beyond desire
No thought of self I’m wholly yours I need you to believe
Therein the mystery, love perplexed how strangely I receive
This wondrous place of joy and grace that takers cannot know
Enter only you my lover true surrendered hearts will show
How can one know this wonder, how ever can one feel?
One must become the giver to makes ones heart this real.
APOM
Lawrence Schrank
This profound mode of being.
The restrictive, limited, modified reasoning.
His appeal to please me, his want to teach me,
His need to simply need me;
Diminishes more with every sunset,
He loves me no longer and seemingly without regret.
His love is conditional.
Not unconditional- like a mothers love for her child.
Why am i so riled?
Because i can see it pass through his whole being,
The coolness of his breath,
The ice in his stare.
This ache in my chest, I confess-
has me lost between love and love-less.
To let raven fly
On gaoler's sharp axe I'll lie
If, you'll be my crown
Do not wish for love
It will not come
As you wish
Love wishes are not writing
On the spring butterfly wings
Do not count on hopes,
Love guidance,
Or a flood of chaotic sorrow
Assurance
Love has its own weather
Its own battlefield
It has a castle, knights, bishops
And its own popes
Bypass this ancient language writing in your lips
Bypass the ancient old scripts
Bypass your heart surgeries
And feeling attacks
Bypass your orphan poems
Bypass your fate
Hold your breath
Like holding the clock hands
And the town streets
Make a list of new colonies
To invade
Through up your shade
Be a simple titan
Without a tribe support
Be an indulged new shah
Take off the shell of being
A classical woman
A Bach symphony
Turned into night soft Harem.
if i didnt have you
what will i do?
if i didnt have you
where will i be?
if i didnt have you
would i see the world differently?
im liking what i see
im liking what i feel
dont want this to go
if i didnt have this i wouldnt know what to do
i just want to say thank you
for this unconditional love
my family and friends the people who made me who i am today
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