Love

There are only two questions worth asking:

What brings Love?

What makes Love stay?



Joe(Don't know the answer to either)Nation

PS I hope this becomes a long thread.

Haiku (Love)

Love had become the
Night air and a chair beside
an open window


* my uncle lost my aunt recently, his wife of 53 years. He says he can feel her presence sometimes, but only at night and only outside.

Want to feel young again?
Fall in love. When that love is not returned.
You'll be fifteen before you know it.

With the confusion and the longing,
And all the overarching neediness
That nothing else can elicit.

That empty space in the belly.
That other one behind the fifth rib
And no way you can show it.

And life is still as sweet
'Cos teenage angst is old
You just live with that deficit.

When we're about 97
I imagine dying in your arms.
Your eyes still piercing,
Your grin still knowing and loopy,
Your face wrinkled like a prune,
Your hands still gentle as a whisper.

You might go first?
Yes, but by then I might be able
To let you go, peacefully.
To ease your passing with a full body hug,
And follow you soon after, willingly.
Regretting our first separation in years.

But when you're 56,
I can imagine you seeing something younger.
When you're 52, deciding I'm not the one.
When you're 65, leaving for a Porsche, and Europe.

You don't like fat chicks.
You find sex with strangers more exciting,
And you see women as objects.
Not a hopeful start.

But still, yours are the arms
I want to take comfort in
As I wrestle with the doubt.
You are the friend I want
To lean on, as I tease
The whole dilemma out.

Go figure.

love on my turf
red, yellow lights flashing
siren, blue lights sounding
some normal relaxed no one rushing
stolen kiss, broken souls emotions ranting
seen them cheerful across the road and wishing
enduring seconds of pleasure not hoping
to get extra closure but dreaming
you were mine don't mind them talking

love on my turf
pride high rough reality
bride?....... not now, just lost my virginity
to a queen I won't love come eternity
blame and madness shaking my vicinity
slaughtered idealism with one touch
thought my soul can handle no matter how rough
stretched its limits, turned it to a pouch
I'm dead already bring whatever you ought

love on my turf
here rules are tight
closed her inside my heart, put king's armour and knights
each day, feelings I try to fight
again she said NO, beautiful dawn felt like midnight
felt heart pounding on my right
they weren't white, thank God seen them lights

love on my turf
in my world feelings I control
I never love until I choose my doll
easy to say until that electric stare makes you fall
can't help it, just tumbling like a roll
tell me who decides when to fall so I can veto the poll

love on my turf is neat
it's that "I love this boy" I heard mom saying while pretending to be asleep
trying to be bad running to the deep
I find love whenever I try to be sweet
better yet true love when I'm messed up not dancing to a holy beat
for love found that way is worth to keep

Do passion
Not fashion.
No veneer.
No compromise.
Don't pretend,
Prevaricate,
Or hide your light,
My timorous prat.

Don't screen the fire
Or mask the joy.
Explore the deep,
My clear-eyed boy.
Just show the real.
It's pretty good.
The underlayer
Stout as wood.
Integrity
Like ship timber,
And bonds like ropes of steel.

That's beautiful…. (if I may… put more lines, I hope you don't mind)

invisible ropes of steel
holding this lad, making my heart kneel
despite acting tough with my acquaintances
denying the hold you have over me
your words and their hold
engraved in my mind and its folds
when I left though you told me to stay
I thought of you the whole day
wishing I had listened and let you reign
making you mad brings me pain

Don't mind Love a collaborative effort!

All of a sudden, I just can't read.
It's like the last time I was betrayed
But there's no betrayal going on,
Just the sense of being flayed.

I cry on the beaches, I cry in the hills,
I cry in the fields and in the streets.
I weep the loss of hope and death of pride,
But gather my lost valour when we meet.

My mind a juddering jelly, I propose
A truce, a chance to regroup, a halt.
For since I cannot offer my surrender,
I need a chance to cleanse the wound of salt.

I can accept you truly love that other,
And willingly admit to hold no claim.
So let my dignity conceal my chagrin
And let me run away to hide my shame.

Get to the beach fast
Needing to cry or swim.
Too cold to swim,
Too proud to cry,
Climb into the dunes
And wish to die
And howl and drown
In thoughts of him.

Odd - I wrote this Tuesday afternoon.


There is a harshness there.
How men and women differ, I think.
It makes my heart long for you
And fear.

Can I rise to the occasiom?
Be what you need?
Need what you are?
Go out in the world, trusting?

Grasp those fundamentals
Of day to day living?
Beyond romance or magic,
Past dating and lust?

Just rest in your bosom.
Support you and love you,
Live life in each other
In caring and trust.

At the beginning of love is hope.
Forward looking, light-bright, optimistic,
And that can last until the end of time.

Or it can fade. Love can die.
Betrayed and broken. Murdered,
Neglected. Shattered. Done.

Or, there is limbo.

Like the dog at the terminus,
Not budging ‘til the light of life
Disembarks again.
Lacking care, that dog drops spark.
Scrounging, declines to sinew, bone,
But strong, immortal. Eternal.
Focussed on that constant vigil
Losing the joyful parts of doggy nature;
The embodiment of faith.

There is no love.
And I don't actually need him.
My heart will continue to beat
With just a gape in the place
Where companionship would be.

Mayhap I don't love him.
A chance grown fancy
Of greater than usual longevity
And ultimate intensity
And extraordinary, irrational faith.

Oops. Answered my question
And not the answer I was searching for.
My love, hung out to dry,
Can mature into a nice, leathery blanket,
Repelling the world's weather
But providing no real warmth.


I think I shouldn't drink and post.

My refuge is on No 5,
Amongst the weed and foam..
I step on flounder, seeking peace
In that, my second home.

And when the world wants all I have
That landscape nurtures me.
To dig my hands deep in the sand
Is my real sanctuary.

To trudge the length of that long stretch,
A meditation true.
I lose myself in nature
And I lose myself in you.

I did not love my Mum (nor she, me)
And failed her when it most mattered.
Too busy trying to figure out
How to love my son
With no prior relevant experience
In such things,
I failed the woman who,
Give her her due,
Fed me,
Clothed me,
Sheltered me,
Educated me.
(Though a waste, for a girl.)

So I fed her,
Sheltered her,
Clothed her, as time passed,
And did my feeble best
To stop her taking falls
On her scattered marbles.

But not with love,
Compassion or true care.
I, too, did my duty,
And failed the test
Of humanity.

She's five years gone
It's late to be shattered.

Lovely and touchy. I like it

Wake up w/o you is nighmares come true
Theres no1 in dis world like u
My words truth, this guy is blew
Babygirl u kno my love is truth

I didnt mean to cheat on u
But theres a girl that nicer than u
I wanted screw her like i did it with u

Turn out u just dont like me acting clown
Babygirl pls pls, let me hold u tight
Even when u left me down
U r still my baby queen

I confesed all my sins to all of u out there
Whos cheatin on their queen
Just get bak with ur gf
Or you will lose da women in ur dream

I felt the blow as you came up the stairs,
The man I didn't know but knew so well.
Yet to hear about your daft affairs,
Before I ever saw your face, I fell.

You used two women, one to fend the other.
So nonchalant and alpha-male you looked.
You held your court, it seemed not worth the bother
To gently hold one off, you had both hooked.

As hostess, I could watch from on the edges.
You played them both, it seemed a classic game.
I saw you make a few unspoken pledges
One won you, one was wounded, shattered, lame.
I couldn't reconcile your words and conduct
But sadly for my heart, it was too late.

Who'd ever have thought imagination
And the propensity for hope
Would be my undoing?

In my head
He was treading a fine line between
Doing the best in a difficult situation
And being a complete bastard.

And an admirable job he did.

It emerges
I constructed a story
Out of whole cloth
Around a stranger,
All unconscious.

A child born of longing
And a form of arrogance,
My delightful conceit
Is a sham of imagination
And my outlaw hopes
Will hang for their crimes.