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In all honesty
I believe Love is actually blind
That she lost her road
And headed straight
Into the mess, she lays in today
I hope we all find her, bathe her and clothe her
Cos she's really a mess right now...
Love used to be the gatekeeper
Between the legs of young girls
Keeping the invaders out in the wild
But these days,
She's more like the green lamp on the traffic lights
Beaconing every car to drive that route
Deep into 'The Virgin Close'
Love used to be the backbone of every man
The strength and blood that pushes men to fight
Work and be the better person
But these days
She's become the gravity pulling every man down
She's the pickaxe used by gold-diggers
Digging the wealth out of our young men
Leaving them broke—like some shattered glass
Love was so innocent back in the day
All she knew was just letters
Written by some secret admirer
And believe me
The shadiest part of the letter is
You've got beautiful brown eyes
That's a classical one
But these days
Love does Sexting
She's all about the unspeakable...
Love is so rusty
She needs some work done on her
She needs rehabilitation
From her figure to her concept
Especially her use in this context
She is meant to be the binder
Between us all
But sadly, Love is blind
We've gotta spit on the ground
Make mud and rub in her eyes
As we proclaim the phrase (Jn. 9:6)...
Here's Mud in Your Eye
And all will come to know that
Love is not blind
Love is not proud
Love is not self-seeking
Love keeps no record of wrong
Rather, Love is kind
Love is patient
Love is true
Love protects
Love perseveres
Love is beautiful
Just like the Sea...
Inspired by Martha Machief
Critiqued by Ess—Jay
He gets dress in a hurry
Glance as he passes by the mirror
Ran downstairs
Mom is waiting in the car
She drops him in the corner
So he can walk to school
He really likes a girl
So he tries to act cool
But he’s to shy to tell her
When he sees her in the hallway
Many times he tries to speak
But he don’t what to say
So he writes what his heart felt
With pen and paper he tells her all
Then signs “unanimous”
Then would stick on the wall
“From the first time I saw you
My heart just began to melt
Just like the snow
When the morning sun is felt”
“I couldn’t stop thinking of you
Even if I try to
For I had already lost my heart
It now belongs to only you”
And every time she reads it
Her heart would start to race
Wondering who this secret admirer
And why doesn’t he show his face
I’m not going to” bite him’
She thinks and smiles quietly
Then she goes in room 204
To do lab and biology
He sign up for all the same classes
Just so he can see her
And today he never expected
For them to do a project together’
He didn’t even talk at all
The whole time in class with her’
And she didn’t have a clue
That he is her secret admirer
and When he leave in a hurry
His bag fell to the floor
And all the poems he has written
He can’t hide his identity no more
She picks up a note and read
“I’m standing out in the rain
Longing for the day you hug me
So I will never feel cold again”
Then he starts to walk away
Feeling shame and dejected
But when she holds his hand
It was more than he expected
Today he is not shy no more
They going to the movies on a date
True love will find you
No matter how long you wait
Anonymous Rose
As a mid-teenager innocently experimenting and soaked from a bottle
My best mate and I were drunk as two skunks he a bit less than I
We had not managed the golden mean of balance as proposed by Aristotle
Swerving and falling he got me home though after straight Vodka oversupply
He left my bicycle chained to the bench we had used attempting to get sober
The bike with banana saddle and Harley type handle bars resting on wood
Stood tall for a night while I had grazed knees and a massive hangover
I promised myself on recovery I’d never touch drink again for my own good
When vomit and headache receded I went to rescue my two wheeling friend
Fearful someone might have taken advantage of my delirious nonsense
Maybe stolen or vandalized to the point that it also was not quite on the mend
Me still smelling of booze there was a red rose on the saddle fragrant intense
This is true was no post alcohol poisoned hallucination no whim of my eyes
The flower sported scratchy thorns of poignant meaning and a beautiful shine
But from whence had it come who was it who gave me that poignant surprise
A mysterious donor an angel some prophet or a secret admirer of mine
Fourty years later I still do not know who gave me that meaningful gift
Never actually tried to find out felt embarrassed could thank no one in person
And sometimes still wonder had I found out had my life taken a different drift
Than decades to appreciate sober living rather than in liquor’s immersion
Written for the contest 'Anonymous Angel' 04th April 2018
Love is something we all can enjoy,
It is something we all can share,
we can fall in love with someone'
And love them without them being aware
Only that very special someone,
Can make our heart breathe again
They gives us comfort
To stand and enjoy the falling rain
The person Who we all care about.
But we are so we scared to let it shows
While deep in our hearts
the silent love we hides slowly grows
I don't know why we met
But I'm happy god made it happen
And I feel so close to you
with a silent love that must be hidden
From the first time I saw you
My heart was drawn to you
I saw all the wonderful qualities you posses
in your heart comes shining through
I wish you were mines to hold
To hug to kiss and not let go
But you belongs to someone else
So my silent love you will never know
I wish I could tell you every time,
How much I long to be in your heart
How much you have touch my soul
Hold you close and never ever be apart
this love inside of me is strong,
There are no boundaries for it to hide,
I want to scream it out to you
But this silent love must remain inside
You said you love the ocean
To sit an watch the sunset
And get lost in your romantic heart
While your feet in the water gets wet
You are a romantic at heart
You are a bright shining star
you're my beautiful friend
And I am your secret admirer
And until I find the courage to tell you
Of my deep feeling I have for you
My silent love will continue to grow
And you will never have a single clue
The facts of life, O birds and bees,
how getting aroused, can trigger a sneeze,
Weird as it seems, science explains,
this behavior’s no contagious disease,
Apparently nasal erectile tissue,
caused this quirk during evolution,
Was used to discern erotic pheromones,
isn’t that a nice upstanding resolution,
Autonomic reflex gets overloaded,
in which we have no control,
If you have a secret admirer,
an Achoo! could betray their goal,
Now I’ve opened Pandora’s box,
let the cat out of the bag,
Instead of social distancing,
sneezes might encourage a shack,
This poem has some side effects,
even strange permutations,
God bless you! never be the same again,
could construe carnal allegations,
Strange this evolutionary mixup,
is still embedded in our genes,
Contemporary signals of interest,
usually belay bulging jeans,
I’m going out on a limb here,
for better no definitely worse,
Did we humans in our primeval past,
grunt prelingual dirty words,
So many questions surround,
basic instincts of procreation,
Least of which erogenous zones,
are open to interpretation,
Like whispering sweet nothings,
a turn on, in each other’s ears,
Call out the ex’s name by mistake,
your lusty night might end in tears,
So if dressing up like Snow White,
and think someones getting sleazy,
Take it easy on the small guy,
he may just be acting out sneezy.
By
David Kavanagh
A whirlwind of shiny hearts and pink confetti, you're the month of love. Red frosted treats, diamond rings, and babies in October. Frozen and fast, you never last, the ghost of the year, you disappear. Incomplete, no closure, a quick breathless tryst that thrusts us into Spring. Days missing at the end of the last week, you're a puzzle with lost pieces. Every year, you make no sense, like a passionate Valentine from a secret admirer, you ramble on. Substance. You have it. Rich with history, full of love, your purpose propels us forward into living. You're the feeding tube for March. Your rank on the calendar proves your spine is strong. Resilient, with so much affection, yet the weather overwhelms your harvest. Oh, how you're the "Little Engine That Could", the scapegoat of the year, the little guy, the underdog, and the one who perseveres annually. You hurt my face, but you warm my heart. With a scarf and gloves I would embrace you! You're a blizzard of hope and new beginnings. The end of a cold season, and a reminder that better days are ahead. The pungent smell of wildflowers, the hum of honeybees, and the warmth of sunshine are all right at the end of our fingertips, as we patiently move through your month. When you're over. We're relieved. We don't look back. It's not personal. It's because you did your job. You sent us on to where we need to be. Unstuck. Alive. Free.
It was a gloomy day
I walked through eerie halls,
a note was left for me
somewhere, between these castle walls.
It said, "Secret Admirer,"
but whom would it be?
I don't know of anyone who would do this
I want to know, why me?
I followed a trail of rose petals
that were laid on the stone floor,
they led me down a narrow hallway
and to a big wooden door.
I had taken a candle opera
off of the wall,
it had grown cold and dark
but, I had forgotten my shawl.
I grabbed the handle
of the wooden door,
opened it slowly
and slipped on the bloody floor.
Inside the room
I saw a table of gifts,
I didn't know whether to walk away
or run away, so swift.
I proceeded to walk over to the table
and there I saw,
a bloody Valentine
in a dead bird's claw.
I opened up the Valentine
got blood all over my hands,
glanced over at the corner
a dark shadow there stands.
He didn't say anything
just watched the horror on my face,
it's nights like these
I want to erase.
I ran quickly to the door
and tried to escape,
but the shadow loomed over me
and covered me with his cape.
He took me outside
and buried me in the yard,
he shovelled sand in my face
upon my grave, he placed the bloody Valentine card.
Copyright © Cynthia Jones
Feb.13/2006
Forever lost deep in a lonely heart,
stands a forgotten palace hidden from sight.
Where lived a simple scribe who practiced his art
and languished in the flames of candle light.
While a fair princess peacefully slept,
upon her pillow by a warm crackling fire.
She was surrounded by the lovely roses she kept,
pressed between the written words of a secret admirer.
She would often sit in the evening air,
overlooking the garden from above.
Into the eyes of the moon she would stare,
dreaming of the face of an unknown love.
The young scribe dared not reveal himself,
being a plain looking man with meager means.
Having to leave his heart upon a shelf,
only to hold her in his arms in a dream.
Then one bitter night a cold wind blew
and took the fair princess away.
When her letters were found they all sadly knew,
the young maiden died with a broken heart that day.
The young scribe never wrote another word,
he tended her garden the rest of his days.
His face never seen, his voice never heard,
a life lived in a dream never to stray.
Time has moved on, but the moon still remains.
Looking from his lofty throne he will never forget.
This crumbling castle with its garden of pain,
neglected and choked by the weeds of regret.
8/26/19
Day by day
Night by night
I find myself loving you more and more
Every song I sing,
and the emotions it builds
Is a reminder of my love so real
Your beauty and grace
Surpasses what my eyes have ever seen
or my ears ever heard
Your smile melts my heart;
It's like a flame against the cold.
My heart skips a beat
when I think of your face so bold
I've come to learn so much about you
Every moment is precious and memorable
Though you are my beloved friend and confidante;
you will always be in my heart,
and I will always be your secret admirer
Your aura is so chill,
like a soothing balm for my soul
I could spend hours looking into your eyes,
feeling the calmness that radiates within you
I have a secret… I like you to the moon and back
Yes, it's true! I can't keep quiet any longer.
You are not only my crush, but my best friend
I can tell you everything
but why can't I tell you that I found you?
I don't know exactly what draws me to you
But it feels like though as peace in all its majesty
It is hard for me to express myself
I want to tell you how much you mean to me,
but words don't always come easily
I don't want to lose your friendship,
but I can't continue to pretend that's all I feel for you.
SECRET ADMIRER
I always want to describe your beauty to you…
But unfortunately the perfect words for you are few…
I failed each time despite of trying harder and harder…
With number of wishes in my heart I decided to be your secret admirer
I wish if I was a bird
Every morning I would fly to you place.
And sit at your window and be the first one everyday
To secretly admire your beautiful and graceful face.
I wish if I was dew drop.
Drop which keep resting on petal of rose.
When you will bend to smell the scent rose.
I will wish you morning by kissing on your nose.
I wish if I was a mirror…
Each time you appear in front of me I would smile.
I would secretly paint your beauty within me...
And declare you fairest among all.
I wish I was sun…
Casting my rays on you while you pray.
I will admire you from above in all possible ways…
And will ask god to bless you with grace.
I wish if I was youth.
I could stay over you till the time I could.
You will be proud of me and would never ask me to leave…
Whatever I am and whatever I am not…
The name secret admirer just fit me right
I may not even get a chance to have your single sight…
But you are in my heart and I admire your beauty every day and night.