"cor meum"
Within the end of "IT" all
no matter gender, cause, colour, creed,
place in life, entitled or without title,
healthy or diseased, or
the choice of who we are,
who we lay in life with and
Love –
yet must never harm a child -
when that time comes,
water in the blood
blood in the water,
there will be great misspellings
of misread meanings
the talking in tongues
of minds in idle
treading water
with all
the lost and found
bemoaning
vaccuous ghostings
and small trolls time wasting
the Woolfish hours in small ponds
on great tidal waves of walls,
the message, poetically
is clearly spelt –
within the End
of IT all,
Love is Love is Love
perfectum imperfectum
immaculatum cor meum
in omnibus
arcanum penetrabile
gemma Christi
the decoded glistening read jewel
found in that dark place
embedded in every heart
Love is Love is Love
then, as One
cor meum
One has won
Candide Diderot. ‘25
I love every hair upon your head
Although you've hardly any left Fred
Oh, those silver strands
I stroked with my hands
Are appearing all over the bed.
I’m peeved that you complain Eleanor
I am hearing from you when you snore
And you talk in sleep
To a guy named Pete
But admit I award it a Cor!
A GREATER LOVE
A greater love, a holy kiss,
one like the lyrics:
i feel the earth move under my feet
i feel the sky come tumbling down, tumbling down****
the Spirit of God, his breath —
knocks you to your knees.
there is no greater thing than this.
anguished hands bleed
in torturous black and blues,
never expectant of good news.
faith parts hands, rises them like balloons,
takes the lead off our muddy boots.
we are free to seek, free to move
and praise takes us higher and higher.
heavy-hearted Peter, denied Jesus three times
and three times “no greater friend than this”
asks Peter, “Do you love me?”
we so want to know we’re loved.
agape-love, a higher love —
a holy kiss.
"50 Words for Poe: cor unum"
"cor unum"
cor ad cor loquitur
confessio
crescente luce
de profundis
lux vitae lux
et lux in tenebris lucet
de nobis fabula narratur
fons vitae caritas
lux vitae lux
(LadyLabyrinth/2019)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x8k9f88gEbE
et super omnia
ad te ipso sit tru
et deo
O Joy, what have I in living
For we formed a poetic saga
Lovers we were to remain
But we departed as enemies
Too many rhymes ridden with
Pretentious prose
O Dear, were I not blind to it
But to once more gaze upon your fair face
I had sworn you from my mind and
Cut out our act from this filmed memory
I remember not you smile
Or thy pretty words
O Love, I see your heart
Self-absorbed polaroids
Could not capture your lies
Any clearer than my
Subjective gaze, but
I, I forced my verse
And tale on your story
O Dear, and now I see me
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Vide cor tuum - I see your heart
To Lord Ram I sent my soul
Some letter of that after-life to spell
And my soul returned
Answered, “I, myself am Heaven and hell”
Then I tried Christ as an alternative
That I nurse a sacrificial motive
Soon I got the answer in negative
It’s in heaven is now inactive.
I thought I am short of ram
I am marred by His Arm
Need more memories before harm
To be worthy of his charm.
Then an old man like me came to my door
Walking with a small stick,
With his hand on back with pain
Thought to be a medicinal doctor.
Keeping the show on, gave him a long oar
Walked away with décor
I thought my ram memories in perfect order.
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Dr.Ram Mehta
The poem is patterned on my poem "Installed ram by RAM in Ram"
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