Love poems

[Piscator]

Lines

Time has been kind,
the lines round
your eyes
and mouth
speak of smiles
not tears.

I remember
your first smile
as you,
lithe and tanned
looked up
to meet my eyes
and am gratified that
you remember too.

Long ago
but the lines
of that smile
trace our life.

 

[Piscator]

Same moon

Running with the dog
late this evening
sunset at my back.
Low in the east
a full moon
greets me as
I crest the last hill.

This moon must
be over you too,
shining bright
through your night
perhaps reflecting
a bit of earthshine
to bringing my smile
to you.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Same moon

Running with the dog
late this evening
sunset at my back.
Low in the east
a full moon
greets me as
I crest the last hill.

This moon must
be over you too,
shining bright
through your night
perhaps reflecting
a bit of earthshine
to bringing my smile
to you.

Love both of these Piscator, especially this one.

 

[Tzara]

Physical Anthropology

And if the artifact is organic, like wood or bone, researchers can turn to a method called radiocarbon dating
—http://anthropology.msu.edu/anp264-ss13/2013/02/06/radiocarbon-dating./


Nowadays, I write short poems
because our only touch is text,

and even that is erratically timed,
as if synced to the beta decay

of, say, Carbon-14, which
also, of course, tells everyone our age.



.

 

[Piscator]

Love both of these Piscator, especially this one.

Thanks Annie

 

[UnderYourSpell]

Nothing teaches patience like long distance love, with the waiting for you game.

 

[Senna Jawa]

two queens

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two queens

mathematics and death
not cheerful not sad
guide me through the land
pat me on my head

they live
in my one-man nation
i follow them
to my destination
​

wh,
(long time ago)
​

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[Senna Jawa]

poe tr y

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poe tr y​

poetry you're a difficult lover
i know you prefer it outdoors
you desire cold shores and tall mountains
sun burning rain camouflage and soft snow

you like fireplay randomly cracking
ornaments moving on the wall
puffed pillows under your convex buttocks
never worried about closing your door
​

wh,
1991-winter/spring​

 

[Senna Jawa]

spring in california

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spring in california

false february spring
fools trees into blooming
early spring's irish creeks
sneak into my bloodstream

old melodies and stories
the spring's cheap champaign
carries light memories

my oh my
her name was computer science
she was a calculating type
but we formed a heavenly alliance
now i miss her bits and bites

i must sing to her
(any pretext will do)
don't kid yourself
that i was in love with you
i kid myself
that i wasn't in love with you

old memories and stories
the spring's cheap champaign
carries light melodies

i know food & evenings & dance
but words -- i split in two
i don't know who i am
and who was in love with you

i know evenings & champagne & dance
but i am lost in the land of romance

welcome(!) the early spring in my late autumn
i bath in the champagne bubbles
on my way to the bottom
​

wh,
1991-februry

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[Senna Jawa]

dim noise

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dim noise​

do you attend happy hours _dim bars
u thrive on double drinks in single bars
small talks _big laughs _truths at the glass bottom
and the feel of sinking to the bottom

i hear u married _have a bunch of kids
u work part time and play full time with kids
u'r proud of your husband he's not like me
but then nobody is truly like me​

i attend happy hours in the dim bars
i sing on double drinks in single bars
small truths _big laughs _dimes at the glass bottom
and the fear of sinking to the bottom
​

wh,
1991-08-29/30
​

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[UnderYourSpell]

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dim noise​

do you attend happy hours _dim bars
u thrive on double drinks in single bars
small talks _big laughs _truths at the glass bottom
and the feel of sinking to the bottom

i hear u married _have a bunch of kids
u work part time and play full time with kids
u'r proud of your husband he's not like me
but then nobody is truly like me​

i attend happy hours in the dim bars
i sing on double drinks in single bars
small truths _big laughs _dimes at the glass bottom
and the fear of sinking to the bottom
​

wh,
1991-08-29/30
​

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Love all of these but this one caught my attention because it's different!

 

[Senna Jawa]

Love all of these but this one caught my attention because it's different!

UYS, thank you. When poets/critics talk about a forbidden territory, about rules-restrictions which you have to obey then I would venture into that forbidden territory, I would break those rules. One of the rules was that you never rhyme a whole word with the same whole word; or that you never rhyme TOTAL two syllable (at the most, you rhyme one and a half syllable). Hence, my dim noise.

Rules are only statistical. One should recognize them and pay attention to them. But the best poems may be a result of an exception to a statistical phenomenon.

A HUGE example. Poems which apply anthropomorphism (and similar) are almost without exceptions poor, as I have observed. However, there was the one and only master of anthropomorphism, Bolesław Leśmian, and his poems are incredible. Any series lover of poetry has to learn Polish since Leśmian's poems are very hard to translate.

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In the other thread, poems were mentioned which had no votes. And I am NOT asking for any! It just so happened that dim noise was posted in May, 2002, it has zero votes (ratings). (Is it better when some of my poems get ratings anywhere between 1 and under 2? )

 

[Senna Jawa]

beware oo

Note: oo is the mathematical symbol of infinity.

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i 16
didn't know why
she 16 and i 16 were in that boat 8

i dived into cold Baltic 1,000,000

she 16 was not my woman
the boat 8 like a released dog shot to my friend 17
sunning on sand 1,000,000

medusas 1 and i 16 were floating on the waves 0
the orange houses 50
were glued to the white ribbon of the beach 1000
like post stamps on a green envelope

she 16 came back

the blond sun 16
filled the dark water 16
with an ocean of desire 0

why 16 i asked
because
she 16 answered
he 17 ordered so
and you 16 were so cold

beware of woman's oo pity​

wh,
1982-1988
​

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[Senna Jawa]

Best

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Best​

​

i'll let my wife
tell you the story
she'll do it best

he said that
he works on Sundays the best
to which i replied you mean
you pray and he said yes
and I said nnnnno

then he told me that he
is serious about ping-pong the best
and i said you mean
table tennis and
he said yes
and I said nnnnno

then he stated that
he loves me the best
and i corrected him you mean
that you want to marry me the best
and he said yes
and I said yes​

​

wh,
2003-05-01​

 

[Senna Jawa]

Billie

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Billie

music -- black pearls
men -- grains of sand
Holiday's blues
​

wh,
2015-10-19​

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[Senna Jawa]

[splash...]

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* - * - *​

splash the old aloe gel on your face
smell the summer of the other year
the sky tickled by palms
... and our palms ... and smile​

wh,
1991-11-04​

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[Senna Jawa]

[nothing's ...]

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nothing's wrong with you
she said accusing the other woman
and deep down there
so proud of herself​

wh,
1996-02-11​

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[Senna Jawa]

[once...]

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once we start to walk on tiptoe
round around each other
grass will never feel us tumbling
round around each other​

wh,
1992-04-21​

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[Senna Jawa]

[rest your...]

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* - - * - - *​

rest your brain on my shoulder

there there​

the clouds float away

where where​

your thoughts crawl

down your neck onto my arm​

on the last cloud you float away

away​

my shoulder and arm still don't trust


the sudden freedom
​

wh,
1995-09-03​

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[Senna Jawa]

[she was...]

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she was lying she was cheating
she was even hypocriting
and she said that i was bad
how bad can i be?

she was laughing she was dancing
she was shouting she was crying
and she said that i was bad
how bad can i be?

i was staring i was clapping
i was even ehthusiasming
but she said that i was bad
how bad can i be?

there was monkey on the lamp
there was zebra on display
and with all that entertainment
how can i be bad?​

wh,
1982-05-25
​

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[UnderYourSpell]

Drowsily as vermilion streaks my skies,
we meet across the ocean's indigo depths
keeping us apart, yet still can't quell
the love we share in stolen moments.
As your skies slides into the slate of night
my morning wakes and we speak of love,
bittersweet but no less heady with newness.
Whispered love, purple impassioned
until night drives us to bed, apart, but
in my dreams I sleep cherished, tucked
into your shoulder, safe with you my love.

 

[Senna Jawa]

[the man...]

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* - - * - - *​

the man swam across a stream
the current swept his magic wand away
then lazy nap at the shore
butterflies landing nearby

a small girl watched the man
the magician shielded his eyes
and nodded
now he had to relearn his magic

the girl grew up
it's yours she said
oh -- it's you he said
he glanced at the wand
and she vanished

he remembers the streams
and butterflies
and the girl
it was always you he marvels​

wh,
2014-10-14
​

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[Senna Jawa]

Drowsily as vermilion streaks my skies,
we meet across the ocean's indigo depths
keeping us apart, yet still can't quell
the love we share in stolen moments.
As your skies slides into the slate of night
my morning wakes and we speak of love,
bittersweet but no less heady with newness.
Whispered love, purple impassioned
until night drives us to bed, apart, but
in my dreams I sleep cherished, tucked
into your shoulder, safe with you my love.​

UnderYourSpell​

Romantic!

And colors ! -- thus, I checked the two color threads and sure enough, the poem was there too, for a good reason.

 

[UnderYourSpell]

See that star, how bright it shines
for both our worlds to see,
and someday in the future
it will guide you home to me.

The lands that lie between us
and the ocean, far too deep,
but our star's still shining out there
leading, until you're mine to keep.

My tears may well fill oceans,
though parted, love has a voice
if not this life, the next one, love,
our hearts have made the choice.

 

[Senna Jawa]

After B. Okudzhava -- a free variation

[...]

if not this life, the next one, love,
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[...]

This strikes a familiar note. It was present in more than one of my poems in Polish while off hand I can bring only one in English -- about a soldier, a bullet (grains) inside his body, and the theme is from great Bulat Okudzhava:

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After Bulat Okudzhava -- free variation

the war's quick start
long last last breath
with the grains in my heart
don't rush my death

my Lady's soft glove
i wish i were smart
She looks from above
straight into my heart

a couple of grains in my heart
blue sky above
i had no luck in death
i will have in love
​

wh,
2014-12-29
(after Bulat Okudzhava)
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