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"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love." Sophocles, Greek Poet
How is the tender word love felt and seen,
words have many meanings what does love mean?
Love can always be heart warming and viewed,
as we enjoy a meal with loving food.
A funny laugh is a great attitude,
it sure can turn around your day and mood.
Love and kindness puts a stop to a feud,
saying bad words and your mouth should be glued.
All your friends and family should include,
loving days with plenty of gratitude.
Love can be great to set everyone free,
this is uniquely for you and for me.
No more weight now to bear we can just flee,
let's fly free like a little yellow bee.
"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love." Sophocles, Greek Poet
In a garden of whispering twilight
Silent love story swiftly sprouts and grows
The lilies sway with secrets each dark night
Their fragrance drifts in the moonlight and flows
The daisies tell of innocence in dreams
Where the sun's golden fingers cast forth rays
Those shy violets lie next to a stream
Beneath the wispy, weeping willow's ways
Rich, regal orchids in bold colors bright
Perfumed jasmine lingering like a sigh
Recites verses of passion day 'til night
Singing love's endurance under the sky
Wander through this garden, let your heart stray
Where poetry of flowers bloom each day
Written: April 28, 2024, For Constance la France Contest
"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love.
Sophocles, Greek Poet
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One word cures all life's queries and distress,
While we indulge in our quest toward bliss.
Pure, lush love imparts delight and success,
Amidst life's winding path, may run amiss.
Love protects us from dread and disarray,
Serve awful time, lead us across the storm.
Love allows us to face fear and dismay,
Merry love is merely drawn in free form.
Embrace who allows us to tame our fears,
The fleeting light of our souls burns all time.
And foster kinship, swipe nerve-wracking tears,
We cry such babies, dull for bliss, sublime.
We descry solace in qualm and sadness,
While we sink in state of auric aptness.
"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love."
Sophocles, Greek Poet
A simple way of saying I love you,
It does not require any words at all.
It is all in the thoughtful things you do.
Those special dates that you always recall.
It is the little things that mean the most.
It is the kind words that lift spirits high.
When you listen, make sure to be engrossed.
Be someone on whom I always rely.
I don’t need thoughtful gifts to warm my heart.
Look into my eyes when you talk to me.
Support me with the things that I impart.
Be proud when I succeed, for all to see.
When I'm hurt, the love within you will pray,
That our dear Lord would take my pain away.
‘One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is love.’
- Sophocles, Oedipus at Colonus
While we’re in the vertiginous first throws
of being in love, Cupid across bows
fired seemingly randomly, finding rows
of fertile soil for life’s troubles—pain mows.
People eager to throw caution to t’ wind,
immersed in the unknown, they often sinned.
The hasty promises will be rescind;
impossible dreams reluctantly binned.
There’s no more excruciating pain, true,
than unrequited love—it leaves us blue.
Mesmerised by couples seemingly through
mutual understanding: trust accrue.
We’ve been loved; given freely of our love.
We are rich beyond measure and above.
“One word frees us of all the weight and
pain of life. The word is love.”
….Sophocles, Greek Poet
I asked the stars languishing high above
to reach into their lovely, ancient cache
to teach to me what the world knows of love
I thought, perhaps, a secret lover's stash
But, no, the words left behind flowers' hue
instead returned my question back to me
the world today has but a bitter view
how can you seek love in such misery?
It's true: we've just forgotten how to love
yet, I know love lingers in baby's smile,
a hug, a laugh, friendship's welcoming glove
Perhaps love is simply resting a while.
Sometimes a gentle push is all we need
to watch love flower from a single seed.
April 28, 2024
"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love."
Sophocles, Greek Poet
If love was a metaphor for flowers,
our souls would rejoice in April showers.
Foundations nurtured by amorous hands,
would prepare rainbow colours on bland lands.
Romance of spring would bloom like daffodils,
yellow, white and gold shades of zealot thrills.
Solace of tulips would soothe in fresh air,
red, orange and pink tones dancing with flair.
Lovers of the sun would worship its zeal,
as its selfless nature helps cold buds heal.
When stalks start to wilt from ardent burdens,
sow new seeds to rejuvenate gardens.
Life can be toxic, breeding weeds like hate.
To attract bees, spread nectar to ease fate.
They tell me not to read mythology and
believe aimlessly what is forever told.
Of the formation of this universe, the
chaos that metamorphed into the sun,
the stars, the planets, you and me. The
violent rage and act of defiance by
Amnon and his death acting as a deterra
-nce, probably the first where the crime
did someone free. Did you know of all the
Greek tragedy, my favorite is the one told
by Sophocles? It talks of love, honor, the
duty, oppression and tyranny as it unfolds.
They tell me not to read mythology and
believe aimlessly what is forever told.
I recall now that I once read, of woman so
strong, warriors she fed. Madhavi was her
name and she bore it with pride, she was
used as a fortune by them. Alas, it was
written by men. Forever, I did try to find the
genesis of his highness Macbeth or of
Sisyphus, who twice cheated death. If you
close your eyes, you can hear poor Orpheus'
lore.
They tell me not to read mythology and
believe aimlessly what is forever told.
When they ask me to believe, I do often
gather, the four horsemen making their way
to end the world, but I'd take hurricanes and
tsunamis rather. Fearless as they are, it's the
women who call me from the narrative they
are written in, always longing to be at par.
The mightiness of the men, their heroism is
at what the story is often sold.
They tell me not to read mythology and
believe aimlessly what is forever told.
Aeschylus: "Agamemnon"
A man in exile
Feeds himself on barren hope
Yields to fate in time
Aeschylus: "Prometheus Unbound"
Life's hard lesson
Wrong is shameful in the old
Time instructs us all
Sophocles: "Philoctetes"
Words not deeds rule men
Shaped to meet the moment's need
Waging war with fate
Sophocles: "Antigone"
Courage to choose right
And 'gainst harsh reality
Make no compromise
Aristophanes: "Lysistrata"
Poet's plea for peace
Fair breezes speed us onward
Making love not war
Euripides: "Alcestis"
Time will console you
Walk to the end of old age
The dead are nothing
"One word frees us of all the weight and pain of life. The word is love.
Sophocles, Greek Poet
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Tanked temps pools inky smears ere striking lights,
nightstand shelved as bed post warming invites,
facade postpones ceiling beams gold strike streaks,
soleless soul flits swarming countenance cheeks,
dance preps off-Broadway show and a bit more,
mirror laughs hushed, smiles aloud, assured score.
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Hogwarts seedbed on windows, one attends,
self-mocked reflect face, sees the village ends,
pressed off, Hogwarts seedbed--windows, returns,
swings, tick, chime, digital, sands, time-take-turns,
midday passes, pinks-whites-brown creamy melts,
boredom still on, chips and pops up, rain pelts.
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Ain't an, Acro..., Aero..., Aquaphobic,
Where is love? Heal this ... Agoraphobic.