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Before The Absence Of It Is Recognized

Something had to have been there,
Before the absence of it is recognized.

There are those who wish for love.
But identifying it,
They can not admit that feeling...
Has ever existed for them.
Especially those with preferences.

Something had to have been there,
Before the absence of it is recognized.

Those embittered and express it,
Know what love is and this makes them sick.
Every time they think of something they did foolish.
Like admitting to submitting.
And wanting now to leave those feelings abandoned.
But can't.
And this is made no secret!

Something had to have been there,
Before the absence of it is recognized.

There are those who wish for love.
But identifying it,
They can not admit that feeling...
Has ever existed for them.
Especially those with preferences.

Those who know true love,
Aren't afraid of being crushed.
But may be overly cautious,
Suspicious and distrusting.
Hoping one raised eyebrow,
Doesn't give them or their experiences away.

'So...
How long did it take you to despise and hate,
Your previous mate? '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Imperfection From Absence

Send me a rose thorn for my love’s rejection
Or a rosebud for thy love’s confession
Ardent love sometimes shows picture of perfection
But the absence of your touch means less affection.

The gaiety brought by sweet amity
Altogether with cup of honesty
But despite your true love and your fidelity
The absence of your thought brings nothing but anxiety.

Notes from you were very few
To little for us to find our love anew
Absence they say makes the heart fonder
But truly, absence only makes our heart shatter.

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poem by Geraldine Fernandez
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You Know That You Are Very Deep In My Heart

You know that you are very deep in my heart,
how much I adore you
while in your absence I miss you for long moments

and love brings a kind of sorrow
but continually you sneak deeper into my heart.
You know that you are very deep in my heart,

my words, my deeds and feelings are no secret
but sometimes my words get few,
while in your absence I miss you for long moments

and you are in every thought
and our comfort with each other has been present from the beginning.
You know that you are very deep in my heart,

that our love goes much further than just sympathy
that nobody can fabricate such feelings,
while in your absence I miss you for long moments.

Everything that I am and want to be you do know
and sometimes you are in every word and sentence.
You know that you are very deep in my heart,
while in your absence I miss you for long moments.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Proclaiming Preferences

Feeling a bit threatened,
By those proclaiming preferences?
Only to then become offended,
When you have been omitted...
From being a preference one admits.
How traumatic?
And why is this?

One at first feeling threatened,
Should now feel relieved.
But noooo!

They decide they would like,
To taunt those proclaiming them.
Especially if those preferences,
Has anything to do with sex.
And those choices that have been expressed...
Does not include them as addressed.

It was only when those preferences were announced,
Did those previously minding their own business...
Went about doing what they normally would do.
Snooping between gossip hops.
With an attempt to acquire details...
About who does what with what they've got.

Then one day those with preferences,
Unlocked their doors and came out of closets.
And caring less who passed judgement on them.
They sought a happiness.
From lifestyles that had one time or another,
Had them feel both closed and trapped in.

Now today...
Those with old gossip,
Have nothing to say.
If fact they seem embittered...
To stay in relationships,
Daring to admit...
Their own activities,
Have long skipped over...
And beyond a 'curiousness'.

'What's the matter?
You look upset.'

~That 'misfit' told me,
I was not desirable...
On a kept preference list.
Can you believe this?
And I 'know' I am desirable...
IF I decided to choose to be!
And IF I wanted to be selected and picked.~

'Selected and picked?
For what? '

~You know.
For 'whatever' it is...
Those two over there are doing.~

'What are they doing? '

~You can not see what they are doing?
Look at them...
Closely.
And how they are looking at each other,
With 'those'...eyes.
And...
Out in public.
I am highly offended AND appalled.~

'What are you talking about? '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My Little Love

Oh my little love!
Why have you left me in the cold?
I need you tonight like never before;
You are the free love around to crown my life.
I can't really sleep at night and,
I can really feel you in my bones;
My little love,
This heart is feeling your absence.
Come and put your arms around me,
What is taking you so long?
For without you, i am nothing to the wind.
Come and give me the medicine of love,
You are all that i need;
How can i leave without you?
You are all that i want my little love,
For the tears in my eyes do appreciate your kindness;
Where are you?
Come ane give me the medicine of love.
Paradise is now here with us and,
The true message is love;
So do come quickly into my arms.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Just Love Me

dont hate me for saying stop
but love me for knowing you would
dont hate me for talking about him
but love me for knowing i true to my word

dont hate me for getting mad
but love me for holding on
dont hate me for feeling weak
but love me and make me strong

dont hate me for screaming your name
but love me for remembering you
dont hate me for feeling to rushed
but love me for knowing what to do

dont hate me for beleiving in god
but love me for having pride
dont hate me because i love your smile
but love me because i look into your eyes

dont hate me because i feel i need you
but love me because i will admit
dont hate me for starting our fights
but love me because on you i will never quit

dont hate me because i assume things
but love me because i trust
dont hate me because i miss you
but love me for simple stuff

poem by Shyanne Morreau
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Praises

When you awaken one morning,
And feeling the absence of B.S.
Don't stop to wonder where it is...
Or quickly get dressed,
Expecting your usual day of stress.

Thank God for the moment!
And address this happiness.
Do your best to keep this feeling!
And express your thankfulness...
With praises you are willing to give,
Accept and share!
Hold onto it with a firm grip!
And pray to keep it there.

When you awaken one morning,
And feeling the absence of B.S.
Don't rush to the window as the sunrise lifts!
Forget that it ever came to visit.
And forgive yourself 'if' it is missed!
Sit...
With praises you are willing to give!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Keeping Up Appearances

Darkness appears to be the absence of light
but absence of darkness is not light.
Misery appears to be the absence of happiness
but absence of misery is not happiness.

Isolation appears to be the absence of love
but absence of isolation is not love.
Ignorance appears to be the absence of knowledge
but absence of ignorance is not knowledge.

Being what we are simply means
coming out of what appears to be.
But being what we are cannot be dependant
on coming out of something we are not.

We have always been and will always be
what we are.
So, we are realised but
we don’t realise it yet?
Until we come out of what we are not
which is only an appearance.

There is a lot to this keeping up of appearances
and no effort in simply being…………
And ego said
“Whatever. What’s for lunch”

poem by David Taylor
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The Next Poem

this is the next poem that i am telling you about.
it wants to tell you something, but not in secret really,
i am open, and i like open fields, like open ideas
wanting to embrace and be embraced by the world.

absence too, is open. The open arms wait for the coming
of absence. Absence is a wide space wanting to be filled by
love, and love is elusive, and love is unresponding to the
emergencies we are in.

but let me not talk about it. Let me tell you and take you back
to what i have started. I like the mirror in the living room broken
into a hundred pieces, all in the name of love.

i like to have as many mirrors as i can have. Tiny broken pieces.
I will take one. And all i want in this short life that we have,
the life of a fruitfly inside that experimental cupboard,
or that transparent cellophane, let death come.

i have this piece of broken glass. I want to reflect my light.
Do you like it? I want to reflect the light of God, do you like it?

Take it for what it is. Each piece has a reflective index of its own.
The face value of things. Do you like it?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Let Me Think Of An Island

an island
surrounded by sharks

i am in this island
and you are in the nearby island

we wish to touch
we cannot so we only communicate through signs
of our hands
we try to speak but the wind carries our voices away
so we cannot really figure out
what we are saying

i cannot take the risk of swimming the sea
infested with sharks
i still love my life and risking it for you
will not be worth it

so here we are
helplessly devoted to each other
unable to touch
yet always promising to love and be with each other.

aren't we foolish?
i admit i am, and i admit that in the last analysis
let me quote the famous self-centered actress:
i admit i love
but i love me better than you.

am i foolish? i admit i am.
But that is the truth.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Identifying How It Is Applied

You're looking for relevance?
What a coincidence.
So am I.
But I think the retrieving of it...
Will depend on one of us,
Identifying how it is applied.
Whenever it is discovered!
And to what will it be processed?
To impress whom?
And why should we care,
If it doesn't become recognized.
Since whose relevance will it then belong,
Once you and I declare it so and agree?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Is This Love? ?

I'm not to sure what love feels like
Never really got myself involved
Until now
I think im in love
It's the worst feeling in the world
Because I'm not sure how to say it
How do I tell you?
Everytime I try to say it nothing comes out
All I want to do
Is express my feelings to you
So hear I go, since I cant say it
The first time I meet you I liked you
I cant get your voice out of my head
I cant stop thinking about you
I lose sleep over you
I tose and turn all night long
I would give anything just to wake up next to you
Just to feel your skin under my finger tips
I worry about you all the time
It's driving me crazy
When you touch me it gives me goosebumps
When I kiss you, you take me to cloud nine
Just the site of you makes me happy
No matter what you do I'll be here
When I see you kiss other people
I'll admit yes I get jealous
I cant help it
I would give everything up for you
I could careless of what people would think
Without you I dont know what I would do
If this is love, then im in love

poem by Ashley Olson
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What Is There To Understand About Love

What is there to understand,
About love.
What is there to understand,
About being without it.
And spending those nights alone,
Distrusting that 'right' one...
That goes away.
Distrusting that one sleepless night,
When someone loved...
Comes home late,
Without argument to defend.
Or passion to share,
After a fight that begins.

And excuses heard familiar...
Aren't there heard to make.
What is there to understand,
About love...
When none is there to make.

What is there 'then'...
To understand.

No one dreams about the absence of love.
Or who in those dreams are missed...
To share the magic of happiness wished.
As those suspicions take over...
Becoming one's relationship!

What is there to understand.

No one seems to have those dreams,
About someone wrong for them.
Someone who up and goes when they choose...
To return when they please.
To introduce agony inside of one,
That seems to stay...
Not to leave.

What is there to understand,
About love.

The pain that is gained that seems to remain,
To change that love that is no longer the same.

What is there to understand,
About love.
What is there to understand,
About being without it.
And spending those nights alone,
Distrusting that 'right' one...
That goes away.
Distrusting that one sleepless night,
When someone loved...
Comes home late,
Without argument to defend.
Or passion to share,
After a fight...
That had began.
Ending a quarrel to be forgotten...
As love made mends!

What is there to understand,
About love...
That ends.

What is there 'then',
To understand.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Breathe of Fresh Air

I'm a deep thinker
And I'm just trying to live my life
Who am I?
The answer is, I'm not quite sure

I have that feeling
The feeling in your stomache
The feeling behind your ribs
That feeling that just can't let you be

The pain
Well can I even call it that
It's not quite pain
It's absence of pain
It's just the feeling
The feeling that's always present
I just want it to go away

Please just go away
I want to breathe freely
I want a breath of fresh air that isn't soiled
Soiled by the feeling
The feeling of pain
Or is it the absence of pain

poem by Aerin Andre
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This Must Be Love

It must be love, Im feeling
This must be love
Oh this must be love, Im feeling
This must be love
Well I wait in every day, just in case,
You decide to call
And I can hardly wait, cos I never thought time could pass so slowly
It must be love, Im feeling
This must be love
Oh this must be love, Im feeling
This must be love
Happiness is something I never thought Id feel again, but now I know
Its you that Ive been looking for
And day by day more and more
I know what you think, youve heard it before
Dont tell me I know
But this feeling inside my heart,
You know Im never letting go
cos I think that...
It must be love, Im feeling
This must be love
Oh this must be love, Im feeling
This must be love
Words can only say so much
Its hard to express
The things you do to me
Youre everything I could ever dreamed youd be
This must be love, Im feeling
This must be love
Oh this must be love, Im feeling
This must be love...

song performed by by Phil Collins
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Love me Not Anymore

you have seen the prince in me
descending from the sun riding on the clouds
and you have loved me

we meet in your dreams and make love like we are true lovers
in haze in specks of light you touched my face and body
and then i leave you empty handed with nothing but memories
and you cried you miss me

love me not anymore for i cannot be with you
what do you expect about air and fantasy?
what can absence do to you except to make you as lonely
as a dripping water from the walls that divide us

in your next dream i shall come as a villain
in a black robe and i shall wear the face of evil
and i shall give you fear and hate

and you shall not long for me anymore
i have loved you too
but things don't just fit
for both of us
in strange worlds so different and apart

love me not anymore, for you cannot be mine
i go, but i shall not forget, you must
i am the absence
in the field of your love and longing

i am as useless as a sand dripping from your fingers.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In The Absence of life

In the absence of life..........
Sweet sexy summer in a
angelic wind,
coming from south in
no harm yet the
sky till feel absence

In the absence of life.........
if i lost my life
in pleasing man, please
remember my Achille's heel
in a acrostic poem

In the absence of life.........
indeed no life is absence
in anyway, except
the world is absence.

poem by Senator alufalism
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True Love Inspires Hope

True love inspires hope
hope that love is forever and true
one hopes that with love one can elope
their heart with thee, thine heart that's you.
The absence of my life, where art my love?
in day chimera, in my hope meek?
throughout my sorrow deep, in my transports above
with hope I seep, for love I seek
I hope... Wanting love that is not true, forever and lasting
I hope for love through and through
by my hope, for love's hope, truly casting
my eye on love, my eye on you...
Hoping

poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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That Is All That Matters

I don't have expectations to be loved.
I don't dwell on the reception of it!
I have have it.
I give it.
And it is there to share.

I don't have expectations to be loved.
I do expect to be respected.
I don't accept disrespect at all.
That is one thing,
I don't have.
To give.
And it is not here as a thought either.

I don't have expectations to be loved.
If it is returned as it is given...
That's it.
I have no other preferences,
With requirements.
Nor do I sit,
To question love one bit!

I know it!
And that is all that matters!
With or without,
Someone to share it with.
It will be there...
Inside and recognized!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Elusion of Love

Lonely, the word is my millstone
Hung heavy about my heart
I have felt love, I know of it
I have read and written about it
Though I am yet to be in love
At times it keeps me from sleeping
I sit awake, alone thinking of it
How can a word have so many feelings
Leaving it almost an impossibility
It has been sought by so many
It tests the human resolve
In its absence, its elusive presence
A hole is found wanting
No silent whispers of a sweet romance
No kiss or touch of a hand
Just a solitary word to express
The weight of this feeling

poem by Matthew Holloway
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I Hate You Means I Love You

So many 'I love you's
but not many real ones
So many 'I love you's
but not many do really
but there aren't many 'I hate you! 's
though some still care enough to say
what they really feel
deep inside like
'I hate YOU! '
for they care enough
to let the other person
know what they really feel
have enough courage to let the other person
know that they really care
Those are the ones with true feelings
healthy enough to heal
the others the sick ones
the no-feeling ones
numb rather you would say
We have all these angels with
true feelings
raw as you may say
but true alright
One was healed completely
by that angel who was
courageous enough to say what he really felt
'I hate you.'
that meant
...
'I love you
but you hurt me! '

poem by Sangnam Nam
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