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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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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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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What is and what is not love
Love is not
Always exchanging pleasantries
It requires greater love
To stand by and support
During unpleasant and
More demanding situations
Love is not
Always being presented with
Most desired gifts
It requires greater love
To understand why a gift
Did not come up
And in the right time
Love is not
Always the unison of
Two bodies to copulate
And co-create
It requires greater love
To appreciate when the loved one
Is undergoing a stress
And requring just a caress
Love is beyond, far beyond
Satisfying these
Emotional, materialistic and
Physical requirements
Real Love
Helps the other
Grow spiritually stronger
After each demonstration
Of 'Love'
Love is
Nothing but the
Unmasked naked hate
Love is
To feel the liberty
To say “I hate you”
To the person loved
And only to declare the next moment
“I love you”
With a passionate kiss
And allowing a similar liberty
To the person loved
Love is not a lost liberty
But it is its demonstration
Love is
Freedom to share
Anything one has
Including the very self
At the same time
Not pitting efforts to share
With no expectations
From the person loved
Love is not a bond but
A freedom to be bound
Love is
An ecstasy
Only to be felt and experienced
Normally not explained
Beyond the realms of understanding
Enjoyed only by the persons in love
Keeping them high
And above
Love is not a burden
It is a float
Love and be loved
Enjoy liberty, freedom and ecstasy
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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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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No Greater Love
The angels can sing, but they don't know it all.
Heaven may have, streets made of gold,
But they don't have you like I have you to hold.
And like a prayer, you're everywhere!
That's how I know there's
No greater love!
When it's just you and me
That's how it's meant to be, and I know
There's no greater love!
We'll always be together,
On both sides of forever, I know
There's no greater love!
Ohhh Oh Oh
The touch of your fingers, on my skin,
I want to lay down beside you again.
The taste of your lips, pressed against mine,
Lost in this moment, way beyond time.
And like a prayer, you're everywhere!
That's how I know there's
No greater love!
When it's just you and me,
That's how it's meant to be, and I know
There's no greater love!
We'll always be together,
On both sides of forever I know
There's no greater love!
I would lay down my life for you,
And you would do the same for me,
I know it's true.
With every breath I breathe,
Baby, I believe,
There's no greater love!
When it's just you and me,
That's how it's meant to be and I know
There's no greater love!
We'll always be together,
On both sides of forever, I know
There's no greater love!
No greater love.
song performed by by Lonestar
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The Ecstasy
WHERE, like a pillow on a bed,
A pregnant bank swell'd up, to rest
The violet's reclining head,
Sat we two, one another's best.
Our hands were firmly cemented
By a fast balm, which thence did spring;
Our eye-beams twisted, and did thread
Our eyes upon one double string.
So to engraft our hands, as yet
Was all the means to make us one;
And pictures in our eyes to get
Was all our propagation.
As, 'twixt two equal armies, Fate
Suspends uncertain victory,
Our souls—which to advance their state,
Were gone out—hung 'twixt her and me.
And whilst our souls negotiate there,
We like sepulchral statues lay;
All day, the same our postures were,
And we said nothing, all the day.
If any, so by love refined,
That he soul's language understood,
And by good love were grown all mind,
Within convenient distance stood,
He—though he knew not which soul spake,
Because both meant, both spake the same—
Might thence a new concoction take,
And part far purer than he came.
This ecstasy doth unperplex
(We said) and tell us what we love;
We see by this, it was not sex;
We see, we saw not, what did move:
But as all several souls contain
Mixture of things they know not what,
Love these mix'd souls doth mix again,
And makes both one, each this, and that.
A single violet transplant,
The strength, the colour, and the size—
All which before was poor and scant—
Redoubles still, and multiplies.
When love with one another so
Interanimates two souls,
That abler soul, which thence doth flow,
Defects of loneliness controls.
We then, who are this new soul, know,
Of what we are composed, and made,
For th' atomies of which we grow
Are souls, whom no change can invade.
But, O alas! so long, so far,
Our bodies why do we forbear?
They are ours, though not we; we are
Th' intelligences, they the spheres.
We owe them thanks, because they thus
Did us, to us, at first convey,
Yielded their senses' force to us,
Nor are dross to us, but allay.
On man heaven's influence works not so,
But that it first imprints the air;
For soul into the soul may flow,
Though it to body first repair.
As our blood labours to beget
Spirits, as like souls as it can;
Because such fingers need to knit
That subtle knot, which makes us man;
So must pure lovers' souls descend
To affections, and to faculties,
Which sense may reach and apprehend,
Else a great prince in prison lies.
To our bodies turn we then, that so
Weak men on love reveal'd may look;
Love's mysteries in souls do grow,
But yet the body is his book.
And if some lover, such as we,
Have heard this dialogue of one,
Let him still mark us, he shall see
Small change when we're to bodies gone.
poem by John Donne
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I am two fools, I know, for loving, and for saying so in whining poetry.
quote by John Donne
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Loving Kindness Lingers Deep In Your Soul (Stave Stanza Sestets)
I am glad that I have met you on my way,
as you bring something lovely to any day,
loving kindness lingers deep in your soul
makes everywhere a place it does control,
discoverers have gone to worlds unknown
but with you, we have a world of our own.
Both our lives are different hemispheres
that completes a whole without any fears,
the way to truth in your lovely eyes rest
where the course set, is always true and best
others me to different ways have shown
but with you, we have a world of our own.
[Reference: 'The Good-morrow' by John Donne.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Love's Alchemy
Some that have deeper digg'd love's mine than I,
Say, where his centric happiness doth lie.
I have loved, and got, and told,
But should I love, get, tell, till I were old,
I should not find that hidden mystery.
O! 'tis imposture all;
And as no chemic yet th' elixir got,
But glorifies his pregnant pot,
If by the way to him befall
Some odoriferous thing, or medicinal,
So, lovers dream a rich and long delight,
But get a winter-seeming summer's night.
Our ease, our thrift, our honour, and our day,
Shall we for this vain bubble's shadow pay?
Ends love in this, that my man
Can be as happy as I can, if he can
Endure the short scorn of a bridegroom's play?
That loving wretch that swears,
'Tis not the bodies marry, but the minds,
Which he in her angelic finds,
Would swear as justly, that he hears,
In that day's rude hoarse minstrelsy, the spheres.
Hope not for mind in women; at their best,
Sweetness and wit they are, but mummy, possess'd.
poem by John Donne
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Maybe All Of Life Is Caught In Brilliant Moments
Maybe all of life is caught in brilliant moments,
when the physical and spiritual becomes one
moments of bliss, moments of true happiness
and I am remembering the times that are gone
while I struggle on in a world mixing truth and fallacy,
in love and loving and the war of these to get the upper hand
and have to make a living in a confronting kind of reality
and maybe we mortal beings do not really understand
that loving is in reality a free thing;
in lives that have been spoilt selfishly
we want to control and tame everything
and are not content in leaving things to develop naturally
but the adventure of loving and live still goes on
while in living with the pathway of life we move along.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Holy Sonnet XII: Why Are We By All Creatures Waited On?
Why are we by all creatures waited on?
Why do the prodigal elements supply
Life and food to me, being more pure than I,
Simple, and further from corruption?
Why brook'st thou, ignorant horse, subjection?
Why dost thou, bull, and bore so seelily,
Dissemble weakness, and by one man's stroke die,
Whose whole kind you might swallow and feed upon?
Weaker I am, woe is me, and worse than you,
You have not sinned, nor need be timorous.
But wonder at a greater wonder, for to us
Created nature doth these things subdue,
But their Creator, whom sin nor nature tied,
For us, His creatures, and His foes, hath died.
poem by John Donne
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The Prohibition
TAKE heed of loving me;
At least remember, I forbade it thee;
Not that I shall repair my unthrifty waste
Of breath and blood, upon thy sighs and tears,
By being to thee then what to me thou wast;
But so great joy our life at once outwears.
Then, lest thy love by my death frustrate be,
If thou love me, take heed of loving me.
Take heed of hating me,
Or too much triumph in the victory;
Not that I shall be mine own officer,
And hate with hate again retaliate;
But thou wilt lose the style of conqueror,
If I, thy conquest, perish by thy hate.
Then, lest my being nothing lessen thee,
If thou hate me, take heed of hating me.
Yet love and hate me too;
So these extremes shall ne'er their office do;
Love me, that I may die the gentler way;
Hate me, because thy love's too great for me;
Or let these two, themselves, not me, decay;
So shall I live thy stage, not triumph be.
Lest thou thy love and hate, and me undo,
O let me live, yet love and hate me too.
poem by John Donne
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Sea Of Ecstasy
Two bodies entangles within passion’s kiss
waiting for the moment when they sail
upon the tide of euphoric bliss.
Voices murmuring low to one another
as they sail on the sea of ecstasy.
Harbouring in each other’s arms
feeling the sensation of each other’s touch.
The bliss they find is fleeting
as a ghost within a dream,
but the memory of it
lasts forever in their hearts
as two lovers sail
across the sea of ecstasy.
poem by David Harris
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About Some Things Unseen (Cavatina Sequence)
(after Elizabeth Barrett Browning)
In loving each other we sow our seed,
in passion kiss
while we wish for some greater happiness,
in joy's great bliss
and then suddenly some life comes from us
and we know this
binds us each to each and to a own child,
our joy and pride runs extremely wild.
From our very birth we learn about love;
feelings within
at times comes forward from the very dark,
they are unseen
but alive they jump, breathe, roar, run and thrill;
they are quite keen
to set a mark on each single life
they materialize in love and strive.
Still the depths of some selfless love remain
a mystery
while we create like the divine some new life,
we are set free
to love or hate, to do right or wrong in
integrity
or in the evil, we strive on our own,
or we try to reach beyond the unknown.
[Reference: 'Mystery' by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Birth Of Ecstasy
The feeling that I have is one many receive. This feeling I get whenever I contrive a simple essence of a sample that hallucinates my eyes. The feeling is a rush that have when its taken, lazy or ecstatic my body is left shaken, waiting for the next time my ecstasy is taken.
Thrills and chills I have even when its near, to harness that power it brings me, one of a rocketeer. I feel as though it is my friend even though it my seem as a frienemy, or may it is just my fiend a truly sneaky enemy. Oh ecstasy my ecstasy, why are you forbidden for me, why are you the one I want but is forbidden to see. Oh ecstasy my ecstasy you are fun for me, but we can not be for others my see what it means to be apart, or never together from the start.
Ecstasy my ecstasy this can not be our end. For this is only our beginning, the birth of my ecstasy, our relationship will extend.
poem by Augustus Gatlin
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Holy Sonnet XII: Why Are We
Why are wee by all creatures waited on?
Why doe the prodigall elements supply
Life and food to mee, being more pure than I,
Simple, and further from corruption?
Why brook'st thou, ignorant horse, subjection?
Why dost thou bull, and bore so seelily
Dissemble weaknesse, and by one mans stroke die,
Whose whole kinde, you might swallow and feed upon?
Weaker I am, woe is mee, and worse than you,
You have not sinn'd, nor need be timorous.
But wonder at a greater wonder, for to us
Created nature doth these things subdue,
But their Creator, whom sin, nor nature tyed,
For us, his Creatures, and his foes, hath dyed.
poem by John Donne
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Holy Sonnet 12
Why are we by all creatures waited on?
Why do the prodigal elements supply
Life and food to me, being more pure than I,
Simpler and further from corruption?
Why brook'st thou, ignorant horse, subjection?
Why dost thou, bull and boar, so sillily
Dissemble weakness, and by one man's stroke die,
Whose whole kind you might swallow and feed upon?
Weaker I am, woe's me, and worse than you;
You have not sinn'd, nor need be timorous.
But wonder at a greater, for to us
Created nature doth these things subdue;
But their Creator, whom sin, nor nature tied,
For us, His creatures, and His foes, hath died.
poem by John Donne from Holy Sonnets
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Antipoem 03
when you do not understand
that is the time you say you like it
when you tried to understand and still could not understand what you try to really understand
that is the time you say there is a mystery and we have to be prepared to
worship it, for something mysterious could be angels, could be God
understanding is understanding like a mother
she comes to you to reveal things
though slowly and you must be patient like a child
understanding is loving like a father and you must be like a son waiting for
the final advice
but you love more the things that you do not understand
things that mesmerize you and give you the sense of awe
which of course, is followed by the word, say it,
wonder. Wisdom does not begin here. Wisdom begins the moment
you begin to quit smoking.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Donne
donne
Zucchero
Donne du du du in cerca di guai
donne al telefono che non suona mai
Donne du du du in mezzo a una via
donne allo sbando senza compagnia
Negli occhi hanno dei consigli e tanta voglia di avventure e se han fatto molti sbagli sono piene di paure
Le vedi camminare insieme
nella pioggia o sotto il sole
dentro pomeriggi opachi senza gioia ne dolore
Donne du du du
pianeti dispersi ,
per tutti gli uomini cos diversi
Donne du du du amiche di sempre
donne alla moda donne contro corrente
Negli occhi hanno gli areoplani
per volare ad alta quota
dove si respira l'aria e la vita non vuota
Le vedi camminare insieme nella pioggia o sotto il sole
dentro pomeriggi opachi
senza gioia ne dolore
Donne ,ooh
Donne ,
Donne
Donne ,
Donne
Donne du du du in cerca di guai
Donne al telefono che non suona mai
Donne du du du in mezzo a una via
donne allo sbando senza compagnia
song performed by by Zucchero
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Lust May Be a Game of the Imagination
Lust may be a game of the imagination
But there was no love
Like our bodies' love
When we touched
And held each other
Even the mind died in happiness-
O Ecstasy you and I
Ecstasy our bodies
In each other
Oh love my love for your
And your love for me
Long go
Before it all ended
In sadness.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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