Love

Love comes in such a sudden but gone so quickly

It is equally betrayal
To assume I wouldn’t love you in your need.
Accuse me of a grasping, clawing greed
That looks out for only number one.

I do seek my own comfort.
It lies in knowing you are safe and well.
Passing time with my true love the el- (OK, it's a stretch, so shoot me )
Ementary particle of my quantum field,

The universe in which my world is built,
The air through which I move to live my life.
When you encounter ill-health, trouble, strife
What makes you think I’d value you the less?

If we had but one month
And that spent in nursing, worrying, raging,
I guarantee that month, waging
War on approaching loss

Would float on laughter if you’d let
Us. It would lounge on love, wallow
In companionship, mind to mind, and follow
Every recipe for amity and trust.

If you must really leave
Then go forth in my company. We will cope.
Of not, how dare you eschew hope?
That quenching draught for every hot despair.

I would spend my utmost hours with you
And all those intervening.
I’d like to spend yours leaning
On your strength, the rigid arm I’d need.

Misplaced gallantry, not to be a burden.
Rejection, by Coward, out of Fear.
My contentment blooms when you are near.
I stand four-square and pine, I cannot hold my Dear.

Misplaced gallantry, not to be a burden.
Rejection, by Coward, out of Fear.

hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm


<waves to Spike - how ya doin' girl>

Please tell me what the Hmmmmmmmmmmm means, Izzie?

I'm OK, in a sense.

You?

I heard someone say/action those words...

it was all misplaced, burdensome, but all so ever so sweet and manipluative!

Cowardly and full of his fear for a future that couldn't be seen thu a crystal ball - bah and OY.

done now... breathes again

moved on.

very close thoughts in my head Spike, those words struck me. Just my interpretation of course. Love your writing.

Life goes on - it does.

Take care girlie! hugs xxxx

Thank you, Izzie.

Sometimes I find I don't express what I mean. Misunderstanding can be the pits.

((((Izzie))))

rather early, she fell in love

rather early, where do I start
to understand this world, not even the philosophers
from ancient Greece to the current dopers
analysing our behaviour high and overdosed
on stress relievers, knowledge and pride
publicising our confessions, a deadly game
broken hearts, a worthy price for fame
our mothers’ chests, wet with tears
for their terror, all they feared
is on the door steps, their hearts are pierced

rather early, he made her laugh
sounds cute, when u are in love
sadness, the stress, you are above
the future, she was to make a good wife
only to eat a stake, you need a sharpened knife

rather early, got me confused
thinking about him and what she saw
perhaps a diamond in his jaw
uncut, he seemed too raw
for my only sister, wished it was against the law
they tried convincing her, she tracked her paws

rather early, she fell in love
too late now, she already wears his ring
wish I had money, perhaps if I was a king
to feed my sister and her husband
though she’s in love, though I cannot lie
still broke my heart when gave mom green pepper for Christmas
………………

Having just devoured the words
From an insightful, funny, well-informed author
I feel more alone than ever I have.

Wanting to turn and share
Tell my love those things
I know he would find riveting,
Absorbing, droll.
I reach, but he’s not there.

Never needing generic company
I starve for want of the one.
Wicked humour, tender care.
Attributes of my imaginary friend.
So dearly missed.

Lost My Link

Fot the longest time
I've felt the tie,
The gentle bond,
The phantom hold
And gone through life
Confused but calm.

Now, I feel set free,
As if repulsed.
I flap and flutter,
Pine, and lack
Security.
Confused, not calm.

((((((Love)))))) to Spike x

((((Izzie)))) You made me happy.

I live in fear for my friend.
No way of knowing what proceeds in his head.
I speculate, likely wrongly
Fantasising strongly.
No way to fathom what keeps us apart.

I'm betting on illness
And pride, and injustice.
A warped sense of honour,
Integrity skewed.

Perhaps it's my surface
Not up to his standards.
His loathing of ugly
Overriding rose hued
Love.

But always my thinking
Recurs to the old theme
I made up the whole thing.
It was dross from the start.

If he is happy somewhere I can recant
But there is a chance
My love is not doing what he wants
And not doing what I want
For the sake of some sort of false pride.

Love is...

a prayer unplanned that you fall into as belief overcomes disbelief,
a wave you glide in on to that sweet, safe shore called home,
patient, kind, other-seeking and willing to change,
not easily angered nor mindful of wrongs done,
tolerance and forgiveness without end,
discovering why you suffered without it,
friendship on fire...

--Bill

I fell in love with a man who didn’t love me.
Who played a game with me to pass the time.
I outlined plans for our contented future
And set a course for happiness sublime.

How could I know what went on in his noggin?
He had a different plan he didn’t share.
I only know he’s kept well disconnected,
I only know there was no love in there.

The gentle tapping of my bamboo windchime,
The unaccustomed buzz of Winter bees.
Mocks the sandy desert in my ribcage.
I hate the wholesome sun that lights the trees.

(((((((((((((((Spike)))))))))))))))) x <woots for Mg working thanku love>






"a change happens
it takes you by surprise
life becomes a gift
seen by open eyes
felt deep within the soul
hearts heal becoming whole
Spirits travel on
lives become as one
and so this I say
as fortune comes my way
i treasure every moment
with love whence it was sent"

Very good to hear.

Your poem sounds positive, too.

All happiness to you,((((( Izzie))))).

I thought I saw you trace him to Chicago.
And when you got there, and he didn’t
I thought I saw your heart break.

Subtly changed, you maintained
A stolid front
Stiff upper lip, you had sustained
A hip and shoulder to the soul
But powered on through doubt and grief.
Revealing an occasional brief
Hiatus in your equinamity.
I’m impressed that you retained
Your sanity.

I think they may have made it.
Dynamic strange attractors
Observed from cosmic distances.
Tragicomic actors.

I have no way to test assumptions
Still, I sit serenely grinning,
Minute signs and hints have set
Imagination spinning
And monitor a complex orbit
Years to a revolution
For I suspect that Cupid’s found
A wonderful solution.

<serenely grinning too Spike> xx

Hah!!