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Title if love was a person
What If love was a person
would it change the position and shape of the heart
Maybe then,
it would beat for one person and sing the
Same song some which beauty dances ?? to
Or
Maybe then,
it would feel a single when soul when broken apart
it would be aware of the number of scars printed on ones skin in the name of love!
Dem !!!!
Just maybe...oho !!! yes
just maybe!
If only love were person
It would immediately !!! deactivate it's vision
Iand pretends to be blind yet sees everything on site, it would not have to be curvaceous it would t be seen as beautiful
Perhaps , i would not have to paint the color my skin blue to be considered classy
Perhaps , my illiteracy wouldn't be used against me when I write my poem to justify one self
Perhaps, i won't have to be on heels for my feelings to be considered high !
Just maybe...yes, just maybe!
If love was a person it
would redesign the shape of true love ,it won't listen to all those negative vibes opinions would matter
Perhaps my insecurities would be assured with a sense of reasoning
Perhaps,it would filter all the toxic assets of lost relationship
With the hope finding one self
Perhaps, love would favour pretty deaf young woman that site
Behind the side lines
Just maybe...oho yes, just maybe!
If love was a person
It would cut of it's legs
So that it would be able to walk away from me soul
Maybe then, there would be no argument everytime we disagree on simple matters of the soul together, we would come under the sun !!! come rain come sunshine love would reign!
Oho Just maybe
Science and religions fight
religions and religions fight
Every body thinks they are right
but what happens if you are both
Right and Wrong
science calls the creator
the singularity
which according to science
Created both space and time
the Singularity pushing outwards
13.8 billion years ago
cooled down to form atoms
the Hydrogen atom become nebulae
looking through the Hubble telescope
nebulae form stars,
exploding stars create dust and elements
that form planets
the early universe was a hot dense state
too hot for any biological life
no aliens no biological Gods
could exist in a hot dense state
but the singularity did exist
and DNA coding shows complex design
if the singularity is the only thing that could exist
then it had to create DNA and design
Which shows a universe capable
of complex thinking
cognitive thinking and design
which create life
If you change the name of the singularity to God
and realise the every religion is talking about the same God
then there is no argument left
a rose by any other name is still a rose
God by any other name is still God
Our creator by any other name
is still our creator and he wrote with his own hand
Thou shalt not kill
you fight over a name
Granted there is only one true God
with lots of different names
the singularity is one of his names
given by science
Essential
Do you remember when we used to meet at our own special place?
I would wait there impatiently, just wanting to see your face.
All day I would think about you, the only face in the crowd
And then you would appear through the unknown faces,
Like a gift from the clouds.
Down you would float and I would kneel and offer you my love,
Because I could not stand to see you with another;
There are times when we would be alone together sharing a hug
And I could picture the two of us growing older together.
And when I am old, to me you would still be as beautiful,
Because I would still see you as the woman I met so long ago.
I imagined telling you that at last I can be hopeful,
Because you gave me hope that day for always,
Because you are my hope.
I waited for you like the summer in winter;
I longed for you like a man dying of thirst in a desert.
You are the nectar to the bee and the wedding ring for the finger.
You are all I could aspire to attain, my poetic verse.
You inspire me to love like Casanova on his wedding day;
I need to change my very essence to bend to your will.
Let all who hear of me know of your name,
Because you are the only cure I have when our love life becomes ill.
No argument must end all the love we share with each other.
No man can come between what the two of us have.
No woman can lure me away from you, my perfect lover,
Because your love makes me happy and I wish to never again be sad.
(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
(Colino)
so you say you have no memory
of the last day you were friends with me
no link to help remembering
your brain can't give you anything
conclusion, you are clueless
your memory is useless
and you can't give your own story
nor pick out bits most surely
so you can offer nothing
your brain don't bring a thing
unaware or emptied
or with a truth which you're hiding
yet when I talk of incidents
the memories I'm recalling
you claim they never happened
and from my delusion they are spawning
you have no argument or alternative
just denial and diversion
questioning my sanity
YET YOU HAVEN'T YOUR OWN VERSION
But this is my one story,
never one before it,
a mystery for 14 years
when I was never talking
and in that time you stayed confused
as do all with me removed
you paint the scene I WAS SENSELESS
no logic to include
it passed the cause away from you
handing out bits others chew
you need them to think as you do
to be believed as now I'm refused
I tell them you manipulate
but I just get ignored
and even though they read this mate
it won't impact their thoughts
(Colino, Dom, Kev)
you 3 have no story
just denial and diversion
and people just ignore me
judgement through perversion
logically you're logicless
but all think that that is me
ignorance is really bliss
as is stupidity
people near or close to you
are stood to close to see
whilst everyone around the world
see differently with ease
you have no memory or logic
and claim delusion is with me
to those not involved it's obvious
you're just gaslighting me
*for Colino, Dom, Kev, and all the people believing them blindly judging me,
a person to whom you never speak yet judge assuredly.
they gaslight and manipulate, getting you as they got me
don't tell me my logic's gone, where is theirs, it's them you all believe
and Susan isn't validation, she knows as much as you,
like you she seeks from them, and like you don't come to me.
How rude to call me a lying delude
it's my life, and you weren't there
reality for me but just a tale to you
no response needed
you judge me without me involved
I've no influence on what resolves
from now on I AM NOT INVOLVED
with contamination they evolve
I was discovered by the Pluto Search Team in 2005
My large red impact crater showing them I am semi-alive.
I have since discovered it was June fifteenth by earth years
My image got uploaded by New Horizons, one of my fears
They named me Nix, after a Greek Goddess of the Night.
I have no qualms about this, shall stir up no argument or fight.
I am one of five moons, smack in the middle, orbiting Pluto.
Charon, Styx, Kerberos and Hydra are the others I know.
Some say I am thirty miles across, others say it is forty.
I am elongated, for a moon, I am certainly no shorty.
I was surprised to see Earthlings had advanced this far.
I did not think at this time they would reach even one star.
We received a gift of art yesterday…Art…perhaps on this point the two of us might quibble…you see the art was from a three-year-old…it was a bucket filled with scribbles.
Perhaps it was not art at all…yes…when we see it in a different light…perhaps these were just little notes he took the time to write.
If it is a bucket filled with art or little notes is something we will long discuss…but what makes this bucket special…is he made it just for us.
What’s in that little bucket?…we can spend some time debating it but there is no argument what makes it special…is the time he took creating it.
For the beauty of any handmade gift (we realize as we grow older) lies both in the intention of the artist…as well as the eye of the beholder.
I didn’t see it happen.
That’s what I can’t shake off.
There wasn’t a day
I can go back to
and say--
that’s when things changed.
You were still there.
Same place, same voice.
We still talked.
We still leaned into the same space
like nothing was wrong.
But something was already off.
You started keeping things to yourself.
Not big things.
Just the usual stuff
you used to say without thinking.
I didn’t ask.
I took it as you being a little off,
or I was.
It didn’t feel serious.
That’s what makes it worse,
because now,
when I try to remember
how it ended.
There’s nothing to hold onto;
No argument, no final words.
Just a stretch of time
where you slowly
stopped reaching back,
And I didn’t notice
until I had already
gotten used to it.
You fasted me
not with cruelty,
but with absence.
Our conversations became measured portions,
carefully rationed silences,
until even my name
felt too heavy to serve.
Once, words flowed without counting—
laughter spilling past midnight,
questions lingering like warm hands.
Now I sit with echoes,
taught to swallow pauses
instead of replies.
You withdrew with discipline,
as if I were indulgence,
as if closeness required restraint.
No argument, no farewell—
only the sudden practice
of less.
And I was left drying in the quiet,
wondering when affection
became excess,
when presence turned into something
to be limited for safety.
You did not starve me of food,
but of being known.
And that hunger—
that one learns slowly,
alone.
TO ERR
To err is human; to forgive, divine.
No doubt, no argument, perfectly fine.
So far, the act is really mistake
My conscience, sympathy will not break.
If err touches crime, I cannot ignore
I will be cruel, never to endure.
Greatness of forgiveness to sweep away
Punishment is the answer. No way.
To err is human; to forgive divine.
provided mistakes subject to define.
Doing harm or hurting or to assault
is not a mistake but genuine fault.
02/08/20
Third Place
Reference 'To err is human; to forgive, divine.' Alexander Pope.
'The Famous Poetic Lines 2' Contest by Silent One.
two women on a seesaw laughing their happy heads off
Like male praying mantises, except they did not scoff
wearing dresses and high heels which was absurd
Their husbands Phil and Lee walked by, without saying a word
Pretending they do not know their wives imbibe during the day
Something hard to not realize if you are looking their way
They were arguing now about whose seesaw was the best.
They were both on the same one, so it was no real test.
Let’s go to a ballgame, suggested Phil to his friend Lee.
They had no argument from their Gladys or Sammy.
Arguing now about whether the seesaw was blue or red.
Let’s stop by and pick up my favorite cousin, Fred.