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We met in a ferry,
Though she was in a hurry,
We talked a little,
Her voice was so brittle,
She was Khadija,
A college teacher,
But have got a problem,
Can't trace her,all are the same,
They look alike,
In their buibuis and eyes weak,
Help me find Khadija,I need her...
It was on a first sight,
But I saw a future in her bright,
The way she talked,
The way she smiled,
Left me breathless,
And made me without her worthless,
Her voice was bewilding,
Leave alone her body,captivating,
How I wish she be near,
And stay by me near,
Help me find Khadija, I need her...
I remember her first laugh,
For sure it was full of love,
Her body was of wasp waist,
Leave alone her figure full of taste,
I crammed her number overhead,
Coz that's the only place I had,
To keep the sweet memories,
As a rejuvenation when I deplete my calories,
They say love is blind,
Truly I lost my sight,and to you bound,
Help me find Khadija,I need her...
I already have plans for us,
My cardiac is waiting for you to nurse,
Itst serious you gat my future,
Since yours is a mother nature,
My kids will have a mentor and a nurture,
And in a happily married family they will mature,
Come over my sweet aurora,
I put a ring in your finger among the flora,
Then we say Yes I do after while,
Help me find Khadija, I need her...
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I saw death in the face of the viper
The day he broke my heart
Deep inside I know he set you free
Sang the Meadow Lark
Another I do! Another pledge
The treacherous viper wore the same black suit
He wore the colors of devil’s cape the second time around
Because strait is the gate and narrow is the way
His face shines as he fake a smile
A sort of camera pose,
I saw death in his face and Pinokio nose
The well-wishers whisper “no taste
What a disgrace! , what a waste!
A pitiful image of a man
The pastor sadly said Amen!
I saw death upon the face of the haunted soul
The cracks in the old brick wall whistle a tune
“Thou stand before the alter another fool”
A wedding or a funeral an evening of doom!
The middle-aged groom
The love, kindness in him decline.
Love is blind.
I: Provisio in scriptura (provided in scripture)
The Lord made us from the Earth's crust,
He creates that vessel blood's line,
each of us from ashes, --from dust,
blood flows, soul, mind our life design,
our spirit floats o'er the minus,
all IDs acquiesce assign,
our presence moves us to the plus,
our breath gives life a chance to deed,
sonnet stakes; >"...time>be, to>>not be...,"
roots, limbs, leaves all parts of our traits,
founder, foundlings -- family tree,
sprout from the ground that permeates,
hither and thither all earthy,
on top, in light, alive--then fates,
once us back to dust--returnee.
II: Provisio hoc exemplum (provided for example)
How much sow can sin to be,
when love is blind and naught foresee,
mistaken life a possibilty,
a baby ~ poor me,
forfeit--regret it,
the sin, has-been,
have it and forget it,
past is passed,
your life will change and so will the baby change,
start with the diapers ...,
then move on with your lives.
Love can be blind if and when she chooses to be.
And I have come to know at least three types of love.
May I not rock the boat, but have I really seen blind love?
The love from above sees nakedly, and loves anyway.
The love from a true friend is like a custom made camera that developes a picture of you, but exposes far less than it sees in you.
Perhaps romantic love is most vulnerable when she refuses to see.
Romantic love, emotionally charged, sees through clouded lenses.
Nevertheless, it’s clear to me also that love sometimes serves us best,
when she withholds that which may well shatter our stable nest.
She will often reveal 'in part', in the interest of what’s best for us.
She opens the book of facts, but leaves some things to discuss.
She delivers from deep darkness, but withholds the brightest light.
She takes a back seat, more willing “to love” than “to be right”
Loves sees both weaknesses and strengths, but continues to build the bridge.
She hears rumors and tastes the bitterness; but still finds a way to make it sweet. She sees the imperfections and feels the pain, but loves just the same.
No, she’s neither ignorant nor naïve, and knows the danger of being deceived.
She’s just willing to keep believing in you, never giving up on you, ever rooting for you, ever coping with you. Ever hoping.
03262016 PS Contest, Free Verse On Love 111, Laura Loo 10/28/17; i st Contest, July Standard, Strand, NA
Miserable Fool
What naïve fool hath said, "Love is blind?"
Who dared barter his kingdom for a horse?
Who lays paint to his face to conceal a farce?
Tis only the foolish jester with a juggled mind.
Why doth a desperate man search and seek,
whilst he masks his countenance with a pout?
Tis the fool in hiding, "One way in and no way out."
No escape from dungeons where men grow weak.
Miserable fool, tis only on himself he must lay blame.
With naught to offer a foul wench nor fair morsel.
He's squandered his soul, not few parts but parcel.
Grant reproach, or return to dust from whence you came.
Take pity upon me, for my heart knows love unyet my hands feel not her skin.
My eyes gaze upon the starlit night sky, natural cosmic diamonds whose beauty is nothing compared to hers within.
We meet briefly every month, for those hours our hands entwine.
The night is paused and all is frozen, the nights stars forever continue to shine.
Woe is us for our lives can never merge, know that my love is with you and our light shines bright.
Dark are my days until those hours of light, when thy smile eclipses the beauty of a million nights of starlight.
When lives come together our book is written, who can know what story our love will write.
To say love is blind is to have never understood it, such madness and passion encapsulates thy sight.
We see such beauty when in love, our eyes are not blind as all colours can be seen.
My story is written and paths have been taken, my life is filled with tales of what could have been.
Where are the boundaries, in love thoughts that grow?
Life above all else, seasons change,
And love like the star's eventually grows dim.
Wherever I have been again I will go.
Her face when in youth was smooth, smooth as silk,
And his was as fine and chiselled to touch, as she said.
A rose is a rose that will open not close and the bark of a tree
Thick or thin I suppose.
Memories can change as quick as a dream, the stroke of a brush
The pictures it makes, I seek sleep.
Though the words that I write that nobody reads, only for me
Lead down to the sea, where I wait.
What should I do, where can I go, not to far in the past nor the
Future to know, but I do.
And futile is life unable to reach the heavens at night, to see a full moon,
Where Woman and men still have visions that seek.
Unable to change the small world all live in, love is blind, blind to whom
seek,
Is but through life a small masterpiece.
A little girl of nine
Who was cute and kind
Asked her dear mother
Why do they say love is blind
She sat down to explain this force unknown
The greatest emotion man has ever known
She began love is a beautiful song
She said love is an emotion bond
Something deep down inside
A yearning we just cannot hide
It affects people in different ways
Some might have a smile for days
Love may make their hearts beat faster
You might feel butterflies or feel laughter
Love is like a strong attraction
Love is free, love is passion
Love can be strong, love can be weak
Love is obedient, but love is unique
Love can make you happy
Love can make you sad
Love can make you say goodbye
Make you say things you never had
It’s like a mutual happiness
One only dreams of or reminisce
Going through thick or thin
Never mind the mess you’re in
Sticking together no matter what
Whatever situation you’ve got
Love will pull you in, then it will push you away
You may want to leave at times
But love will beg you to stay
Love is a chemistry, a hunger, a thirst
And there’s not a thing you can rehearse
But you’ll know instantly when love hits you
For love is blind comes out of the blue
You’ll have no control over this feeling
But inside your heart will be reeling
Because true love comes from the heart
It’s a special something you’ll want to impart
That’s why they say love is blind
You don't feel love coming to your side
But it's the greatest emotion ever to be
A gracious gift from God to me
© Copyright KC.Leake
19th September 2015
All Rights Reserved
For the Contest October 14th 2015
(This a new Version created using many editing suggestions from Linda:)
I picked you up
like a “shiny” newly minted copper penny
it was your kitten fur voice
O how you would hate that...
the avocado texture of it
with which
no matter what wild wicked hour I would call you
you would answer
You shimmered like sunlight
on the forest floor of my needles of neediness
glinted off the shiny chrome and twilight blinders of my
“made to order” searcher’s soul
You were the perfect portent
with your torrents of torment
to wash clean my jet and emerald caves
Or was it you who found me?
a white gem
silent, hidden behind my poetry
sitting in a seat in that Inn
listening to the hues of blues
stenciling the deep red shards of my heart
onto the unlined pages
of a blank black journal
I wore cool light blue and soft sheet cotton
like a cloud-kissed sky
I was light as air and as deep as “a thousand leagues under the sea”
You became my heroic touchstone,
my one true thing sapphire-sparked rock of glory
I hung you around my neck
oxen yoked myself with the weight of you
I hung myself
faithfully -to “my cross to bear”
your endless denial of our love.
You were lithe…thin as a straw… tall as a poplar
white as ash and grey as coal
except for the orange hot fire in the center ring
....of your cigarette
I mistook it for the flames of our unearthly love
It was just the firmament of your eternal coolness reflecting back
the stars of my own piercing need
Yoked by my own wanton weave … I drove on blindly
mind spider webbed
the ghost of your emotion-less carcass draped around my neck
“Leave no man behind”
I know you laughed and told them
that it was just a fire pit left in a cave
by the Queens of the Stone Age -Some loud, angry band you loved
Less real to you
by far more ethereal and ever lost in time to me
than the new found “writing on the wall”
L O V E
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Love is the sweetest thing of all,
If you disagree with me, just spin up your ball,
It’s when the stars twinkle brightly in your eyes,
As you taste your beau’s kisses under a romantic moonlight.
V
Love is the hardest thing to understand,
The more you give it away, joy and pain come back as your rewards,
But when hurt strikes back more, will you ever whine?
Love endures all things-it’s the true essence that eases one’s mind.
Love is conceived and rooted since before the beginning of our time,
When this world was created, that love was the Greatest and Most Divine;
The most priceless gift endowed in each and every creation’s heart,
It conquers all things… leading to God, our ultimate goal in life.
Love is an unconditional care and compassion towards mankind,
It resembles to a maxim that goes, “ love is blind”;
No matter how horrid a color you and others will see,
Keep on loving in your heart eternally.
November 24,2013 4.05pm