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Love can be such a gol darn pain
A delicious delectable pain
With a large helping of hugs and kisses
It can just about drive you insane
More than once I heard someone ask
Is it really worth all the trouble
You better believe it, at twice the price
Nothing else bursts my bubble
You sweat and mumble incoherently
To concentrate, it's really no use
Useless as dangly things hanging from a bull
Totally and so udderly obtuse
So what can you do if you get infected
Well there's really no known cure
Just dive right on in, swim around for a while
You'll wanna stay I'm pretty sure
Let me know how that all works out
Many have tried, it's well known
Never were cured, spend a lifetime in love
Now resting comfortably in a home
There's an intrinsic dimension deep within my heart.
Its capacity for love and pain, I cannot explain or measure,
but when love takes hold of it, it refuses to be swayed
from taking an emotional journey, arduously pursued.
It's said a heart can be treacherous. I know that to be true.
I've been wounded more than once by my heart's betrayal.
Its pulse is strong, never missing a rhythmic beat,
but to its fragility, I can solemnly attest. It breaks, easily.
Though caged to protect it from physical harm,
pangs from emotional loss traverses through the bars.
My heart never hesitates to ask what if or, should I...
Its sails full speed ahead, despite whirlpools and eddies.
It can motivate me to laugh at life's joys found each day,
but it allows tears to fall in rivulets when it's wounded.
Love's thorns stab much too deep and heal too slowly.
In Loving Memory of the Death
Remembering, what is past?
What is present in our life?
Where is the future, and? Why?
Where comes from the Life?
Nobody knows the answer,
Only the God; Eternal Life
he knows everything; World
– Universe; created by God
Time, Space, and directions,
– dimensions; it is illusions?
Yes, everything is an illusion
But this is not sure; I feel on
Illusion doesn’t exist; life is on
We feel the life – its illusion?
Life is true – love and pain?
Love is an illusion – pain is not
Directions – Where? Where??
In the space? In our mind(s)?
Where is space? In the mind?
Where is the mind? In the space?
What is the past? Shadow of the present?
What is present? The light of the past?
What is the future? Present and past?
Together the present and the time
What is life in that time?
What is the time in the life?
Life can’t be without a time
A time can’t be without life
What is the life in the space?
What is the space in life?
Space can exist without life
Without space, it doesn’t exist
… Life
So, the Space is the Life
Creatures come from God
Space, Time, and Eternity
Everything is the God in
Yes, we live in the God
Inside, outside? It’s God
Knocking inside the God
Knocking outside the God
Jesus said:
“I am in the Father, and the Father is in me”
faraway as it opens your eyes chocolate melts now
wide with awe of a diamond wonder shining gleams
only if your were here embracing life magic majestic
love to spoil and cook for you something so delicious
putting your feet up softly watching a real-heart movie
sounds real my dream bride so beautiful and so real
as I looked into a candle as it flickers alone quietly
one light thinking dancing in thoughts all-together
night shades color the luster of a silver star winking
a small shadow pervades ever so blotting starlight
slightly as I hear you calling me as shades whisper
in our crowded corner thoughts of passionate love
distant faraway wonders breathless whispers calling
me toward simple things catching my breathing sighs
just throwing a few more turf on the fire right now
starting to heat up my frozen breaths icy steaming
clouds misting as the sky clouds my breath true blue
sweet dreams princess sits regal crowning charming
with the angels filled within love flying without wings
catch you in my dreams tonight until the sun kisses
your face and eyelids golden warm beautiful bright
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (May 14, 2015)
(Unrhymed Tercet)
Each time I’ve loved, the wound ran deep,
A crimson truth I could not keep.
So now my heart, in self-defence,
Builds iron walls, immense, intense.
When someone stirs that fragile flame,
I whisper harshly, call my name,
And drag myself from passion’s shore,
To guard the ache I’ve felt before.
I scold the spark, I dim the light,
I shun the warmth, embrace the night.
Oh, what a maze of love and pain,
Where loss feels certain, joy feels vain.
Am I my foe? It seems I am—
I wound myself before you can.
And still, from every scar I bear,
A strange, fierce love grows stronger there.
Shall I once more embrace the fall,
And risk the shatter, lose it all?
For even if my heart should break,
It’s mine to lose, my choice to make.
And now I wonder, endlessly—
If meant to be… must still be free?
In playful hands of fate we sway,
Like toys upon her woven way.
In dreams that haunt and softly gleam,
Such visions stir—a waking dream.
Oh, destiny, if you are kind,
Let me slip through thy sleeping mind,
To see if there, the scene I see,
Plays out within the reverie.
Archangel, if your grace allows,
Unfold this truth beneath your vows.
This is the year of incomparable fragility,
this is the year of agonizing separation -grief and worry,
A year of longing, optimism, empathy and kindness -
A year of our testament.
cruelly separated from loved ones,
unwillingly isolated in morbid corners,
we were through a long torturous struggle ..
we were through a battle,
almost destined for defeat.
An ordeal ...unimaginable before,
incomprehensible sufferings,
human beings survived many disasters,
human souls have a unique way of touching others,
and they did.
with awe I glimpse at the sublime sky,
behold our saviour on a golden chariot in the east,
I watch the glittering stars in the vast darkness -
my soul cries for those who are suffering.
my heart grieved for those who trudged miles and miles
to return to their villages,
I sobbed for those who could not bid final farewell to their dearest.
My soul is full - with admiration, with reverence, with respect...
for immense dedication and sacrifice of our fellow human beings,
who proved how selfless we could be -
to save vulnerable, and sick.
I bow to the universe who teaches us never to give up.
heavy with sadness, my heart
burst with love and pain for those who left this world
like sprawled autumn leaves,
This is a year of disappointment and sorrow,
This is a year of Hope and Rejuvenation.
December 13, 2020
Inspired by "Your Soul In 2020" Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cook
Love.
It's a happy feeling.
One that fills you with serotonin,
every time you see that one person.
But it can also be a sad feeling.
A hurtful feeling even.
Because when you see that one person,
after ending the happiness
it hurts.
It really effing hurts.
Especially when you still love them.
And you feel guilty
if you have someone new.
You feel the guilt of still loving an ex,
while you have someone new who loves you dearly.
You love your new person dearly too,
but your heart still longs for the other one.
Still longs to have those familiar arms around you.
Still crave the feeling of their kiss that you've become so used to.
Still yearn to hear that calming, familiar voice tell you "I love you."
Though it will never happen.
You will never feel the familiarity of their arms warm around you.
You will never feel the softness of their kiss you are accustomed to.
You will never hear those familiar, sweet, loving words you have grown to adore.
You will never have them again.
And it hurts so effing bad.
It's so heartbreaking.
It absolutely, positively, sucks.
Love is happiness,
but it's also horrible and heartbreaking.
Her soul, a fusion divine,
Music intertwine
Where Something meets stormy seas,
And Eleanor Rigby finds her sweet release.
She sings the Ballad of John and Yoko's strife,
While Howlin' Wolf's ghost haunts the night,
Her voice a whiskey-soaked lullaby,
A bridge between love and midnight's cry.
For in her, the Beatles and the blues collide
A symphony of joy and sorrow intertwined
A troubadour of music's timeless muse,
Where every note tells a tale, both old and new."
In the rhythm of Abbey Road's stride,
And the Delta's slow, soulful glide,
She dances through Strawberry Fields,
Where heartache heals and passion yields.
She strums melodies from Yesterday,
Her laughter bright as a Yellow Submarine,
A kaleidoscope of Sexy Sadie’s sway.
In the echo of her Lucy in the Sky eyes,
I found Sgt. Pepper's whimsy and rhyme,
Across the universe, her love me do,
In every twist and turn of Abbey Road's time.
She dances through Strawberry Fields,
Where heartache heals and passion yields.
For in a magical mystery tour so sweet,
Where love is all you need, complete.
She’s a twist and shout of pure delight,
In Penny Lane's sunlit glow
Where memories gently flow.
Barbers' tales and banker's stride,
Echoes of a city's pride.
Firemen rush with gallant grace,
In their station's steadfast place,
Children laugh and buses hum,
Underneath the Liverpool sun.
Here, where time spins its reel,
Past and present softly kneel,
In Penny Lane's eternal sway
Lives entwined in melodies play.
Every corner, every lane
Whispers stories, love and pain,
In this tapestry of dreams,
Where Polythene Pam forever gleams.
Nostalgia, memory, and passage of time
And Hey Jude is my only solitude.
True Companions
There’s a finite place
in a life’s ill-defined time,
an Alice-like membrane,
if you will, when
at the instant
of passing through,
presence and absence
co-exist, life and death
are true companions.
I know a thing or two
about this side,
the presence from which
I write of
love and pain,
uncertainty,
insanity,
birthday cake with ice cream,
childhood memories,
bullies,
the touch of my lover.
My-knowing isn’t
all-knowing, of course.
Lives cross and diverge,
only to meet again at
that instant of passing-through,
bringing into question,
what’s on the other side?
Go ask Alice.
I think she’ll know.
A perfect evening sky full of stars and
a bright, translucent crescent moon.
Hung like a blanket over the tree
filled mountain tops, bursting
in bloom.
The hillside is silently lazy with the
cast of yellow foliage smiling at
the glare of a perfect night.
Small embers sift through the windows
adorned with flickering light.
A quite little town sits in the valley
below. Everyone at home, near the
fire's glow.
Welcoming all the people,
in the distance a church tower is standing tall.
A cross atop it's steeple,
the warm feeling of come one, come all.
I am here on a blanket, kneeling on my knees,
watching the spruce trees as tall as the sky,
swaying in the peaceful, light breeze.
What a beautiful sight as I stare at the heavens
above. A wonderfully lit night,
painted by the angels with love.