God and Goddess,
Written in the stars,
To be doomed, to be apart.
This is how the legend of Love and War starts,
Beautiful Aphrodite,
Raw Ares,
With only one world to stay amidst their destiny.
I am Venus, you are Mars,
We are written in the Stars,
Separated by one Earth,
With only one eight billion people around.
Love, divine it is,
And divine gods we are,
Shamed and judge by the ignorant,
They say our love was taken too far.
But we are gods.
We are Love and War,
And a wise man once said,
Everything is legal in Love and War.
We are stars and we are planets,
We are gods and we are goddess,
Mythology and astronomy discuss us,
They try to discover, understand us.
An empty hand can become forceful fist
Fight for love is fight for life within wits
All is fair in love and war
Least life be a bore
Living life on the fly for a kiss
All is fair in love and war,
For love and war are lovers.
War and Love, those deities so fair,
Aphrodite and Ares belong to one another.
All is fair in love and war,
For every soldier holds someone
Closer than anyone ever before,
and every lover has to fight
for the person they feel is right.
All is fair in love and war,
For love is a battle in itself.
You fight to be enough,
and your lover does the same.
All is fair in love and war,
For without one or the other,
A soul is poor.
Love and war, two separate planets
Revolving in one solar system
One inhabited by living hearts
The other by shadows that breathe not.
Love and war, twins of the same mother
One of humility and radiant beauty
The other, unruly, and cruelly ugly
Yet both embraced by their mother.
Love and war, reflections in a mirror
One a reality, a guiding star
The other an imposter, an endless night
For they dwell on the same path, the guide is your heart.
My heartstrings he played with a gentle touch
Trust works both ways with such blissful delight
In midnight garden his kiss made me blush
Memory so dear will cherish that night.
Turbulent time imminent war proclaimed
Echoes of armour and shields polished bright
I sit with my needle fear is unfeigned
My gentle lover is a fearsome sight.
Subjected to masculine rules and whims
Emotions are kept under strict control
Although my future looks extremely grim
I have one thing to guard that is my soul.
Love comes at a price in uncertain times
One midnight tryst I remember sublime.
The pandemic unfolds, relentlessly
Hiding here and there, shamelessly
Guerilla tactics in the crowded jungle
An uninformed battle line can only bungle
So we are back to commodity trading
Peddling wares whose glamour is fading
Selling systems which worked in yesteryear
Declaring of home-grown innovation, real fear
Mentally and emotionally we are at the ceiling
Tomorrow may bring the unknown feeling
Living in the past, we go back to school
Trying to see, who’s the bigger fool
When AIDS hit, we rallied our front line forces
MERS and SARS followed the same courses
The text book on this one has not been written
So with Hydroxychloroquine we remain smitten
They built a wall to keep them apart
forgetting love will not be dismayed…
for despite the barriers set out to stop them
their 2 hearts found a way.
Easy go fast and slow the melding of two souls is prime
when the sun plays hide and seek all hearts reframe
while wordless exchanges of timeless moments derail
the eye engages and the mind draws in the other self
loosing tendons as they climb to the climax of good sex
wrapping each other up with an embrace of lip to hip ...
Pantomiming sensuality unleashing below the surface
skin to skin they reveal the many faces of oneself
as shutter stock images arrive to reel in life,
everything begins to slow with insistent moments of syntax,
when all fair in love and war, thats when it matters most .
5/12/2020
love shatters the brain-
war heals the forgotten enemy-
then it starts all over again
young hearts in a new embrace-
made to destroy the original ally-
the war is never over....
so does anybody really win?
and if one were to win is it a total triumph or is it a proportionate debate?
the questions are not really questions at all
there is no such thing
and if love is a battlefield are you going to stay or are you pushing me away?
and if it's just going to be some Cheap Trick, do I want you to want me?
or has independence devolved?
the questions are not really questions at all
maybe Pat Benatar is right and maybe I'd love you to love me.
War
so perilous
when love's weak
but infirm
when love's resistant
when love's firm
war,
as a powerless constraint
fails
then love
takes its stand
like steel
on solid smooth land
unshaken
little wind cannot break
war is subdued
battle fails
love prevails
like a resisting seed
under dare-pressing conditions
love withstands
war's weak hands
love remains
love triumphs
against uneven paths
love survives.
Drencho POET Loads
Under the impaled moon wounded by hours
Red clouds hide, stolen before dawn of day
Golden locks on little girls bounce then lay
Love light becomes trapped, lost in high towers
What is so precious hidden in power
Born in mornings creation from the clay
Youths in blue dresses dance away decayed
Red lips come kissed at birth in sun showers
Turbulence underscores the cost of war
Prisoners have no beauty, only waste
Time is one day's labor fought out of need
Who waits for strangers, closed behind the door
Pretty comes in pink with a bitter taste
A vase of bright flowers red blood and greed
Hello beauty, it's me, your beast. And even though we're both at war, I come in peace. Because this fighting between us is just too much. The distance so great, we've both lost touch. So can you forgive me for yesterday? This war were fighting, the words exchanged? Because between love and war, neither is sane. And I never meant to hurt you but war brings pain. So love is war, it's not a game. And I know I'm in love because I can feel the pain. The pain that comes from a war being fought. It's something learned that cant be taught. It's something experienced that you can't forget. It's a broken heart thats torn and ripped, then put back together but who knows what for? As another love starts it goes back to war. The heart in my chest, put back together, now a little more weary, now a little more clever. Now a little more guarded, I'm just a beast. A beast broken hearted but I'm ready for peace. So I come to u now, white flag raised. You're the beauty to my beast as I seek better days. Days without war so let the fighting cease. Because I can see on the horizon, love and peace.
Violence in the world is on the higher note,
Love is depleting shot by shot,
No one to rescue, no one to guard,
Life Is becoming hard and hard,
War is far and love is near,
Love comes first, year on year.
Ringing bell calls for love,
Blasting bomb targets the dove,
Moon is turning to red, sun is to blue,
Near is the time, when love get sue,
Go out and check what you hear,
War is far and love is near,
Love comes first, year on year.
Kids are watching violence around,
Frightening people can easily be found,
Kindness is gone underground,
Everyone is possessing rudeness sheer,
Forgetting the fact, impact and fear,
War is far and love is near,
Love comes first, year on year.
Love can be a kindling or cool water for war,
it can douse a tinder, or fuel an uproar;
freedom to express is such that one’s voice
ennobles or offends, there’s always a choice.
War gestates in a greedy bosom’s core,
nourished till obese, always wanting more,
tumor of hate, festers like a sore,
corpses in its wake, avaricious carnivore.
Love is the compassionate sailboat’s oar,
fathoms with wisdom the sea's dungeoned floor,
guides the heart toward unprejudiced shore,
then renders decision, with fair, reasoned score.
Too many lives lost for love of country before
going home in a carriage, with medals of courage,
yet too young for marriage, justice’s miscarriage!
Love can be a kindling or cool water for war.
11 February 2016
Love and War
L ove will always be in the end victorious
O nly love can be triumphantly glorious
V anity leads to pride and evil aggression
E vil loses battles in dramatic succession
What is the answer to the eternal question
that mystifies many upon their deep reflection
Will love ever conquer evils progression
eliminating warmongers hateful obsession?
Surely humanity is in a deep depression
as war rages onward without regression
Hope fades quickly without faiths confession
only God can help us now with his protection.
Ignorance is inspiring the irate inglorious
Love will conquer war, that's what were hoping for
Love will conquer hate, never again to dominate
Love will always be in the end victorious.
John Derek Hamilton
February 02,2016
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