No winter will destroy the coming spring
(after John Donne)
No winter will destroy the coming spring,
between you and me
and the feelings that are rising
come with raging passion and with dignity
and gently flowers unfold on every branch,
while birds are singing,
there is something deep in every glance
in every small token that you are bringing
and those who laugh at love poetry,
do not dwell deeper still,
in the words see only you and me,
do not know love as we do and will:
To me you are the one that love affords
the one I have to praise in all my words.
[Reference: “Love’s Growth” by John Donne.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Thoughts of you and me at Langebaan
(after John Donne)
Let us live in love
for a time at the blue lagoon
and to each other pleasures prove,
under a white hot sun and golden moon
where the river to the sea twisting run
and let us there kiss and play
have an own summer season in the sun,
enjoy each other day after day.
When in the crystal waters you swim
like a mermaid you will be to me
lovely, kind and supple and slim
and beautiful fish we will see
and there one another we will adore
with feelings, intensity not being able to be more.
[Reference: “The bait” by John Donne.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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What greatness did we experience?
(after John Donne)
What greatness did we experience,
what joys did we know
when we were raised in great convenience,
until the sparks of love between us did glow?
If ever sheer loveliness I did see
it was on that great summer’s day
when you first smiled at me,
when every though to you did stray.
Like explorers we had discovered a new continent,
an unknown hemisphere where none had ever been
and we may have seemed impertinent,
about each other overly keen
when we were in love and wandered eye in eye
like Adam and Eve under God’s cobalt-blue sky.
[Reference: “The Good-morrow” by John Donne.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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The ecstasy
(after John Donne)
From the start although it had been
great ecstasy and our loving
had been better than anything and we were keen,
we had a deep understanding
and although it were at times gentle and powerfully severe,
the fun and joy and moment’s bliss was unperplex
while nothing did with the loving interfere,
we both knew that it had been much greater than just sex
while our hands, fingers and bodies did intertwine
and for long moments
in all things, in intimacy you were mine;
there were some elements
of a different thing
of a principle, of love a greater understanding.
[Reference: “The ecstasy” by John Donne.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Love's Growth
I SCARCE believe my love to be so pure
As I had thought it was,
Because it doth endure
Vicissitude, and season, as the grass;
Methinks I lied all winter, when I swore
My love was infinite, if spring make it more.
But if this medicine, love, which cures all sorrow
With more, not only be no quintessence,
But mix'd of all stuffs, vexing soul, or sense,
And of the sun his active vigour borrow,
Love’s not so pure, and abstract as they use
To say, which have no mistress but their Muse;
But as all else, being elemented too,
Love sometimes would contemplate, sometimes do.
And yet no greater, but more eminent,
Love by the spring is grown;
As in the firmament
Stars by the sun are not enlarged, but shown,
Gentle love deeds, as blossoms on a bough,
From love's awakened root do bud out now.
If, as in water stirr'd more circles be
Produced by one, love such additions take,
Those like so many spheres but one heaven make,
For they are all concentric unto thee;
And though each spring do add to love new heat,
As princes do in times of action get
New taxes, and remit them not in peace,
No winter shall abate this spring’s increase.
poem by John Donne
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Poetry Unlimited
Poetry is looking,
at a flower and,
seeing the beauty
hidden within.
Poetry is bringing
out love, deep in
your heart, telling
your love one how you feel.
Poetry is feeling
a cool breeze
as you lie in an open
field, so deep in thought.
Poetry is seeing
the beauty of soft
fluffy white clouds
as no one else does.
Poetry is hearing
sounds of nature
soaking it all in
to mind and soul.
Poetry is watching and
standing by river's edge
seeing rippling water
flowing to places unknown.
Poetry is gazing at
rolling hills stretching
as far, as the eye
can see.
Poetry is digging
deep into inter feelings
bringing it out
and exposing it.
Poetry is love
Poetry is feelings
Poetry is seeing
Poetry is what you are.
18 Definitions Of Poetry
1) Poetry is what is Beautiful in words –
2) Poetry is the deepest feeling words can tell
3) Poetry is the soul of each one of us
4) Poetry is the morning light after the longest night
5) Poetry is a dream of dreams in a world that needs dreams to be
beautiful
6) Poetry is the Search for God and the Love of God in all holy writing
7) Poetry is Reality itself when it is doing what it should
8) Poetry is you and me and all of us when we are kind to each other
9) Poetry is more than we can say or know- deeper than the deepest
silence and quieter also
10) Poetry is the place we go to in ourselves when we need to cry out loud
11) Poetry is Love words of love and the first spring of the young lovers first
song
12) Poetry is all we are when our minds are right and strong
13) Poetry is what saves us from all the other words
14) Poetry is what ceases to exist when Cruelty comes
15) Poetry is Love and Blessing and Kindness again
16) Poetry cuts through the icy sea within and sends chills down the spine
17) Poetry is what is recollected in tranquility but also tried and tossed in
tempest on the most difficult seas
18) Poetry is open to more than what it has been It is what others have not yet created and will so long as we are human and in search of the Sublime
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Minstrels Song
Words a simple song
A minstrel sings
A way of life in his eyes
Hear the morning call of waking birds
When they are singing, bringing
Love - love.
Everywhere love is all around,
Everywhere love is all around.
Now the winters gone
Cold wind has blown
The endless stream in our lives
Where the minstrel sings
This simple song
Hes always bringing, singing,
Love - love.
Everywhere love is all around,
Everywhere love is all around.
Listen to the one
Who sings of love.
Follow our friend,
Our wandering friend,
Listen to the one,
Who sings of love.
Everywhere love is around,
Around, around.
Here the nations sing
Our minstrels song,
As he walks by in their lives
Soon the spring will come,
And everyone will all be singing, bringing
Love - love
Everywhere love is all around,
Everywhere love is all around.
Listen to the one
Who sings of love.
Follow our friend,
Our wandering friend,
Listen to the one,
Who sings of love.
Everywhere love is around,
Around, around.
song performed by by Moody Blues
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Valentine’s Day is …
Valentine’s Day is for all;
Celebrate in café or mall;
Make a world of difference
With hug, kiss, kind reference!
Valentine’s Day is Lover’s;
Make the love with one you love;
Express love-filled words by cards;
Write your feelings like great bards!
Valentine’s Day is for spouse;
Make the day dreamy at house;
Cook the savory dishes,
And be the Fay, granting wishes.
Valentine is one day, so,
Mouth magic words, ‘I love you’!
Bring the joy to ones you love;
Let only bliss show’r you now.
Valentine’s Day is for joy,
For a maiden, lass or boy;
Forget cruel life on earth;
Let bliss fill hearts, give rebirth!
Valentine’s for young and old;
Let it render joys untold;
On this day, let love unfold
With memories of past years, gold!
‘Happy Valentine’s Day to all! ’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 14-2-2010
poem by John Celes
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So Few Words
That so few words could cut so deeply
That words alone could so offend
Cast not aside my love so cheaply
For wounds of passion seldom mend
That so few words could cause such pain
That words alone could make a man cry
And doubt if he will ever love again
Or ever have the courage to even try
That so few words could tear us apart
That words alone could a love destroy
Cast a shadow of despair on my heart
And take away all my love's joy
That so few words could end a love
That words alone could cause such tears
Falling like the heaviest rains from above
Losing you was one of my greatest fears
poem by Harry J. Couchon Jr
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Shall I, Shall You?
Shall I take the words
that come from your lips
and let them fill my days?
Or shall I leave them
and be on my way,
forgetting how to praise
everything I love of you,
everything that words can do,
everything I need from you,
everything that can't come true.
Shall you never say
these words again
and allow them to die unheard?
Or shall you let them
sound over the land
like a trilling bird?
singing of your love for me,
singing what you wish could be,
singing how you need me so,
singing to me soft and low.
Regardless if these words of love
go among the missing,
I still can hear them in my mind
and so they keep me wishing
for fulfillment in my life
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Showing love
between God and poetry
is a world of similarities
it is that you show your love
and not merely talk about it
a hug, a kiss, a smile
they tell so much of love
a spring of flowers shows
more of the way of God
than a a thousand letters
to vouch his love for us
the fruits, we are consuming
his sweet love, letting his
grace run in ourselves
the lightning and thunder
that light travels swifter than sound
that the God's of love is
to help us evolve
the spring, summer, autumn
and winter and their recurring
climes and hues... god's
way of showing that his love
is a circle, that goes round and round
no beginning, no ending
poetry and God,
they share a world of similarity
both aim to show rather than
merely tell
show show show the world
the wonders of love
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Truly I Will Love
My sadness nobody loved
Although, now it is the exact moment for expressing love
Since my eyes have actually opened up
Love, everything is love
Just love as the ocean is very deep
Depths of feelings are deep
Deep, deeper, deepest
It is time to love, very deeply
Slowly and gently love will increase
A gentle kiss on my lover's neck, I will do
Since, I will be whispering her name
Truly I will love.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Synergy of Love
'Were you honed from poetry? '
I asked your saddened smile.
For it seems to tell a longing tale -
One of words in oratory
That speaks in languid metaphors
From lips of mind in deep despair
And solitude from inner wars
That over time has rendered life so frail.
'Were you carved from doleful prose? '
I sought to ask your gaze,
For a pain lies deep within your eyes -
One of barren territory
Where no fair heart could ever drift
And hope to venture back content
With grateful memories in a gift -
A land of your affectional demise.
'Do I hear a mournful hum? '
I wondered of your cry,
For it sings a song of deep lament -
One of quiet soliloquy
Recited on deserted strands
To waves that have no sense of song
And only wish to fight the sands -
A chant that cites emotional descent.
Do you know your face portrays
The colours of your soul?
It tells me at a single glance
Of how you burned your furnace whole
To stay the fire in our romance.
And see the prismic hues they bore!
I cherished all I ever saw:
Mauve of mystic; browns of rustic;
Reddened tones to match your blush;
Marine of passion, spending out your being,
Leaving you for ashen embers, fleeing
The dying light in hush of night.
And how you lay there empty.
So let me help re-grow the flowers
Once erect in fiery showers!
For now I've seen what love can do
When torn asunder - oh my catastrophic blunder!
But we must realise -
Our flaming want is meant to be!
We are the ocean and the sea;
The earth and moon; the sturdy tree:
All that makes the 'You and Me.'
And this is why I ache.
I wish to start again with thee,
In close and gripping
Synergy of love.
Copyright Mark R Slaughter 2009
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To England
There are no postage stamps that send letters
back to England three centuries ago,
no postage stamps that make letters
travel back until the grave hasn't been dug yet,
and John Donne stands looking out the window,
it is just beginning to rain this April morning,
and the birds are falling into the trees
like chess pieces into an unplayed game,
and John Donne sees the postman coming up the street,
the postman walks very carefully because his cane
is made of glass.
poem by Richard Brautigan
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Jacqueminots
I MAY not speak in words, dear, but let my words be flowers,
To tell their crimson secret in leaves of fragrant fire;
They plead for smiles and kisses as summer fields for showers,
And every purple veinlet thrills with exquisite desire.
O, let me see the glance, dear, the gleam of soft confession
You give my amorous roses for the tender hope they prove;
And press their heart-leaves back, love, to drink their deeper passion,
For their sweetest, wildest perfume is the whisper of my love!
My roses, tell her, pleading, all the fondness and the sighing,
All the longing of a heart that reaches thirsting for its bliss;
And tell her, tell her, roses, that my lips and eyes are dying
For the melting of her love-look and the rapture of her kiss.
poem by John Boyle O'Reilly
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How much I love you
Only God knows how deep
my feelings for you go
and sometimes it’s difficult
to tell you.
How do you say
that’s how much
I care for you,
if there’s nothing
to measure it against.
Ridiculous it may sound,
but at times
words fail me.
.
It’s you, it’s you that I cherish
are words from somebody else
and for me it’s only singularly you
and no other
that I truly want to love much more.
How can you know
exactly what part of you,
your darling loves
and what causes
somebody to adore you?
Or is it something deeper
and much more
that binds people together
and cause that the I and me and you
together becomes us?
Sometimes you ask me to say
how much I love you
and I wonder against what,
must I measure it for you.
Can anybody somewhere gather
all the water of the sea
and give size and depth to it.
Who can catch the wind
and hang words on it,
or really determine
the extent of the sun
and moon and stars
Where must I find words
to say what the extent is,
of that which lies between us.
All that I know
Is that depth and size
of my feelings for you,
are totally unfantomable.
[Reference: 'Jy kyk my vlak en jy het my lief, Jy kyk my diep en jy het my lief. Ek wil myself opnuut, nuut beding; Dis jou, dis jou, wat ek bemin'. Antjie Krog.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Spring Time Is Coming
Beautiful Spring is coming,
Ah, yes, will soon be here,
For the clear bright sun is shining
All human hearts to cheer.
One the brightest gems of nature
Is the orb that o'er us shines,
And o'er the wide creation,
It'll shine to the end of time.
The birds will soon be singing
On shrub and bough of trees,
Their notes will soon be ringing
Out, forth so merrily.
They love the merry spring time,
Those little birds we love,
They love the pleasant sunshine
That comes down from above.
We can hear them sweetly singing
From early morn, till night.
They make music in the woodland
Those little birds; so bright,
We should dearly love them,
Those little harmless things,
And when we hear their music,
We know that it is spring.
Ah; it's pleasant in the springtime,
All nature seems so gay.
Bright flowers in the sunshine,
Sweet fragrance can display.
The hills, and dales, and meadows,
So beautifully covered o'er;
With natures richest verdure,
The green grass, as of yore.
The winter will soon be over,
With its cold and chilly winds.
It is sad and dreary ever,
Yet its dying, free from sin.
Now the springtime is coming,
Ah, yes, will soon be here.
We will welcome in its coming
In this glad new year.
poem by Julia A Moore
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Show you what love is
between God and poetry
is a world of similarities
it is that you show your love
and not merely talk about it
a hug, a kiss, a smile
they tell so much of love
a spring of flowers shows
more of the way of God
than a a thousand letters
to vouch his love for us
the fruits, we are consuming
his sweet love, letting his
grace run in ourselves
the lightning and thunder
that light travels swifter than sound
that God's of love is to show
us the secrets to evolve
spring, summer, autumn
winter and their recurring
climes and hues... god's
showing his love is a circle
of irresistible colours and warmth
rain, sun, fall or snow
there is something in everything
to experience divine love
that it goes round and round
no beginning, no end
poetry and God,
they share a world of similarities
both out to show show show show the world
the wonders of love
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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The Winter's Spring
The winter comes; I walk alone,
I want no bird to sing;
To those who keep their hearts their own
The winter is the spring.
No flowers to please--no bees to hum--
The coming spring's already come.
I never want the Christmas rose
To come before its time;
The seasons, each as God bestows,
Are simple and sublime.
I love to see the snowstorm hing;
'Tis but the winter garb of spring.
I never want the grass to bloom:
The snowstorm's best in white.
I love to see the tempest come
And love its piercing light.
The dazzled eyes that love to cling
O'er snow-white meadows sees the spring.
I love the snow, the crumpling snow
That hangs on everything,
It covers everything below
Like white dove's brooding wing,
A landscape to the aching sight,
A vast expanse of dazzling light.
It is the foliage of the woods
That winters bring--the dress,
White Easter of the year in bud,
That makes the winter Spring.
The frost and snow his posies bring,
Nature's white spurts of the spring.
poem by John Clare
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True Love
There’s something more to love
Than saying, ‘I love you! ’
There’s something more to love
Than asking, ‘How do you do? ’
There’s something more to love
Than catching hands to walk;
There’s something more to love
Than everything you talk.
There’s something more to love
Than writing letters long;
There’s something more to love
Than composing a song.
There’s something more to love
Than embracing, kissing;
There’s something more to love
Than enquiring, hugging.
There’s something more to love
Than cooking dainty foods;
There’s something more to love
Than romance or sex-moods.
There’s something more to love
Than doing house-hold chores;
There’s something more to love
Than opening heart’s doors.
There’s something more to love
Than inking poetry;
There’s something more to love
Than sinking hate truly.
There’s something more to love
Than touring the whole world;
There’s something more to love
Than forget bad words hurled.
There’s something more to love
Than entwining in bed;
There’s something more to love
Than things all done or said.
True love is undefined;
True love is invisible;
True love is most refined;
True love’s indelible!
True love is celestial;
True love is more concealed;
True love’s perennial;
True love stays least revealed!
True love’s ill-understood;
True love is tested much;
True love’s misunderstood;
True love has divine touch!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-11-2008
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