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I might seem cold and beyond your
reach
Far from your love
Distant and aloof
Guarded by walls
To strong to shatter
Stubborn and contained
No deeper you may go, no further
can you prevail
A sinister shadow
My mind paints
Of love, and sweet nothings
All irrational, all fake
The wall remains
Permitting no breach
Not even a crack, no rift will it
create
But beyond the darkness
Beyond the unwilling guide
You seem to have lit a spark
Immaculate a warmth, subtle,a fire
Gently you urge, lovingly, towards
the light
That’s breaking these walls
Making me fear, less, love’s sight
With time, I can see
A change in the winds
Stony winters depart
Loving spring, you bring, to help me
live
A warmness, to cherish, as it thaws
all my fears
Frees my inhibitions
Drowns out my every tear
Every other, a trial, so bitter and
unclean
Building hatred and resentment
Bringing heart wrenching sobs and
gut wrenching screams
Your love, however, like silk,
delicately she plays
Adoring, never ceasing, not passive,
nor grave
No fretting, agonizing, deeply
rooted, so chaste
No fear of disappearance,
Like the glamorous crystals of rain.
Each morning, I wake
To feel your love so great,
To mingle and meddle
And hold your embrace
To tease, and love, to forgive and
forget
Of jealously and protectiveness
Of comfort, day and night and all
that’s within.
Tête-à-têtes, aplenty.Sweet
nothings, galore
Imploring and yearning, the
distance to explode
Bashfully timid, those kisses that
burn
Soft whispers, fond gazing, with
butterflies and curling toes
Of sweethearts, darling dearests,
Of endearments, and flowers
A love so ardent, so sanely insane.
Meaningful, not empty, your words
will remain
For love, that you give
Romantic, yes, but not plain
Each moment with you, my love it
shall grow
For seconds and minutes, I calculate
no more
Complete and new, not hollow and
cold
My dearest I shall love you, not
leave you forever more
Steady, firm, not cowardly, this love
was born
Intense, she blossoms, intent, never
flawed
For life, it seems, to have found my
paramour
To live and be with
To marry and grow old
So know this my dearest
My love shall remain
With endless mingling, our souls,
forever infinitely. Beyond all. Shall
prevail
Form:
Crazy Man
By Rick Rucker
By subterfuge, and sleight of hand
I’ve won the fairest in the Land.
While she was concentrating on the Rose,
I won her over, head to toes.
She never even had a chance,
I overcame her with Romance!
Like a mounted charge, it was so fast
That her resistance could not last.
She was resolute, she held fast to her Heart,
A friendly relation was all she’d start,
I listened to just what she said,
Knew I’d pursue her 'til I was dead.
In the past, she had some troubles,
I had to make those burst like bubbles.
I had to let her see my Heart,
And from her side, I wouldn’t part.
I thought of the technique I’d use,
Not really a trick, or a ruse
But rather a daring plan,
To show her what a loving man
Would do to protect her Heart,
And every other part,
From those that would use them, to their own ends,
Leave her hurting, and not make amends.
My love would shield her like a force field,
If she would, to me, but yield.
A protector wouldn’t have a chance
Her security to enhance
If she kept her guard up, at the ready
Seeming tough, but not steady
The Plan was simple, it didn’t shove
Relying instead on my words of Love
At first, she was taken aback
I don’t think she expected that tack
That one who knew how to grieve
Would carry his Heart on his sleeve!
She was living in a prison
Behind a wall that had arisen
Due to past romances bad
These had left her alone, and sad.
Every time, when there was a lull,
I would not let her mull
On those failed relations past
I’d say “I love You,” slick, and fast
When I did it, she would react,
I know that it showed little tact
But, in the end, I could see,
That she began to think of me
As a man that just might be
One with whom she could spend Eternity!
I don’t say that this is THE WAY,
It did, for me, win the day!
Failing, I would have been crushed
I knew she could not be rushed
I now know that she thinks me daft,
On the Sea of Love, a raft.
But, from me, she never ran
And she calls me her Crazy Man!
If I could scream truth
from the mountain tops,
and whisper false pretenses,
Then by the breath of a ghost
I would confess that I am content,
But by the yawp of a barbarian,
I would raise my voice to the heavens
and beyond, with the confession of my
affection for you, and trust in you to
hear my cry and sing me your approval,
For if by creed alone, I hold your name
upon my tongue as an escape from cynicism,
and a quick route to the definition of grace,
Thus for a moment, ending my self torture,
I reflect on what it means to be whole,
Yet I still curse myself for showing what
should be confidential, for my love for you,
is a measure that cannot and will not be contained,
not by threat, time, or life in all of its uncertainty,
But it is still the reason for my downfall,
from your recollection of who I am,
Still, with all as it has turned out to be,
I rue only that I feel for you to an extreme
that you cannot understand, for if indeed you
could comprehend the depths of my emotion
from your being to your name, then at best,
you would still have limited foresight of all
that your essence has proved to be in my life,
Thus by this phrase, I stamp with the hope of
you elevating your perception to a poetic level,
I can only say to you, that logic rules my life,
poetry frees my soul, and you are the combination
of the two,
Thus if reasons fail and logic proves fragile,
I still offer up my entirety to you at will,
Disregarding logic, disregarding all that makes
me anything that you have grown to despise,
and by the perception of a love that you once
knew, but have chosen to cast aside by reason,
I say to you, my dearest, You are the reason that
I am, A statement that if added to my emotion for
you, becomes the sincere decree, that through time,
you have managed to pull my love with you,
and through these years, you have become all
I am, I was, and I choose to be, by logic, and by
that declaration, You are all of my reasons....
“Come fluttering words, come drifting words to me...”
Let the memories fly into my mind, so I can see.
The simple smell of a flower can do so much.
Times of fun, laughter, or even his touch.
Lifting the scent off of these flowers into my nose,
brings back chills, that shimmer from my head to toes.
So many moments connected to the petals of the daisy.
Long ago, now so clear, these memories that were once hazy.
If only for a second, the leaves open up their stoma,
and in that minute time, release their empowering aroma.
Flood gates of my past open, pouring into my mind so clearly.
Time stands still, eyes close as she remembers him dearly.
Daisies he gave to her, as her first suitor he did call.
Giving off a fragrance she'll never forget and a love for all.
Knowing what true love is, knowing it doesn't cost a dime.
They were a perfect match, if only for a short period of time.
The smell brings back the memories we once shared.
In a time when the world was ours, a forbidden love we dared.
The scent makes me want, the one thing that I crave.
I'm remembering the scent they gave off, from your grave.
The perfume of love, a daisy will always bring together us two.
The sweet smell of a daisy will always remind me of my love for you.
**By Chris Matt
For A Rambling Poets contest “What is she thinking?”
July 25, 2011
The Plan
By Rick Rucker
If you find yourself singing, right out loud,
Without caring that you’re in a crowd.
Or, looking in a mirror, you see
You have been overcome with glee
You don’t seem to be in a hurry,
You deal with delays without any fury
Drivers rushing all about,
Even these don’t make you shout.
You want to talk with your friends,
For past troubles, you make amends,
When not with your current mate,
All you can think of is your next date.
If blue skies are always above,
Chances are, you are in Love!
Now, trust me, you don’t have to panic,
Though guys in Love can act quite manic!
If you give it half a chance,
You will love what we call Romance!
If you find the feeling nice,
Let me offer this advice:
Don’t worry if it will last forever,
Too much worry will quickly sever,
You from your new flame,
She will never take your name.
Instead, do everything you can
To be the World’s most attentive man!
Give her flowers, chocolates too,
Do the things she likes to do.
Before long, she will see,
That you and she were meant to be!
Soon, she cannot envision,
Life without you, she will make The Decision,
To let your occupy her Heart,
Just for doing the right thing from the start.
If you follow this simple plan,
You will be the World’s most happy man!
It's there when a man loves a woman.
There he can do no wrong.
The commitment he makes to himself.
To be true,to always love.
To always treat her like a lady.
It's there he knows pure love is when she drives him crazy.
Making him want more then she gives.
If not careful, you can lose him due to not doing your part.
It's there he gives her all his attention.
Even when she isn't around,she is there in his heart and mind.
It is when he constantly dreams with her there.
It is the feeling one gets on the inside.
No one can really explain that feeling.
Just that it makes them feel so proud.
Makes them so fulfilled.
It is there they give all of themselves in devotion to only one.
There, no other matters in this world.
I would cut my own throat before betraying ones love.
Because it is there the hurt is, not just of them but yourself.
Because you will never trust if this is ever done to you.
We all live to love but to truely love,will be hard to find.
Because of the wall that gets built.
But understand the one you love.
And always share in the relation
Because that is the only thing that will keep you together.
Is building trust and understanding of each other.
Because if it is not there, they will go somewhere looking for what is not filled.
One Sided Love...
Her dazzling saccharine smile...
Her tremendously appealing hairstyle...
Her varicoloured melodious voice...
Her serene coruscating eyes...
Oh, this excruciating one-sided love
When will it be a felicitous two-sided love?
One-sided love is sore and two-sided love is treacly
Just you know, one-sided love is not ugly
Do you have any idea how thrilling it is here?
Pretending like the sky and sea is crystal clear
While the clouds and waves are always in rage
The heart that forever remains mystery like Stonehenge
Have you slept with this atypical feeling on your face?
Being the cushy grass beneath her gentle paces
Being her true-blue shadow when she's striding lonely
Being her hyaline-like tears when she's crying sadly
Have you ever thought of the benefits?
This innocent feeling will never cease to exist
Gratify each other's desire, the end of two-sided love
Awaiting her one cherished smile, the fun of one-sided love
Wondering how to survive this thunder strikes?
There is no rose in this world without incisive spikes
For you, maybe its like a pathetic worthless war
For us, its a struggle severer than star wars
Whats a love without a forfeit?
One-sided Love is a love without deceit
You don't need to prove it with a receipt
You can always be in conceit!
Special Girl
There is this Special Girl,
She makes my head twirl,
I’ll love her all the time,
I wish she would be mine,
I would hold her in my arms,
And show her all my charms,
I would bend over backwards for her,
If anything were to occur,
I would write her a letter,
To try and know her better,
I would give her a rose,
And then get close,
I would give her a kiss,
I know I won’t miss,
She looks like an Angel,
From any angle,
I see her in my dreams,
I think I know what that means,
When I hold her tight,
I think “Gee she’s a beautiful sight”
I would do anything to make her happy,
So I would be like by her pappy,
She has that special touch,
That’s one of the reasons I love her so much,
She’s smoother that a dove,
I know I in love,
When I’m around her I get so sigh,
If she left me I’d probably die,
So when I die,
I’ll be in the sky,
Looking down making sure she finds the right guy,
When she finds him,
He better treat her with respect,
And if he doesn’t,
I’ll send a lightning bolt to his neck,
She better get all the love in the world,
Because she’s my Special Girl,
I’m not playing games,
So I won’t name any names,
This is how my Special Girl would be treated,
And I’m not going to repeat it...
Love calls!
And the mind sees
And the ears hear
And the spirit rejoices in the love:
intense. initimate. real.
And two people share as their
hearts smile and leap with full
excitement over the
melodious rhythm of the sound of
loving words spoken between them
As they feel their hearts pulsate and
love flows within-
Overwhelming the very essence of
life's existence
Initiating deep desire for total
commitment
Embracing love to its fullest.
With each passing day, the hearts
yearn and rejoice
As love grows and matures far
beyond the physical, the natural
To a plain where streams of hope
abide, strong. satisfying. fulfilling-
Giving new meaning to life--its
fullness and blessing.
A love like no other
Making all past encounters seem
like only a fantasy--an unpleasant
dream, so
unreal.
Ecstatic! now love is amazing
An unexpected but welcomed reality
of truth
Leaving reservations, casting them
aside to experience
Genuine love in another dimension
than the past-
Binding the two in a much wanted,
needed, and ordained relationship.
Divine Destiny!
Love not destroyed by negatives but
made stronger.
Love unquenchable, birthing
lifetime commitment.
(a poetry collection)
for The Beloved and in honor of Mevlana Jalallidin Rumi
… beyond its usual flavor, the lemon is only as bitter as compared to the sweets preceding
it… cleanse your taste buds with it and turn the favor on its head with the caress, again, of
sweets upon your tongue, forgetting the bite so lately of lemon…
* * *
… the long-suffering of love comes at a price more rewarding than the fornication of hatred
in lust…
* * *
… when come the rabbits from their burrows will come the song of day; dance its rhythms,
for living is ceremony, a marriage, even of sorrow to sorrow…
* * *
… perfume isn´t released until flower-petals are crushed by pulses of the heart…
~~~~~~~
You refuse to acknowledge that I love you until you have wounded me, then sit beside the
river of my blood, waiting… for what neither of us know…
* * *
… perhaps it is illusion, for which none can be blamed, in the hope that such rivers will come
together for one heartbeat of forever… before disappearing… forever…
* * *
… illusions don´t matter when you see the best of yourself reflected by the beloved in the
garden pool of your affection…