Cupid's Mess!
Here comes the valentine day,
The season and time of the year,
When cupid is more busier than ever,
Shooting arrows to young as well as selected old hearts.
Cupid is known to play the game of love,
He with his symbolic bow and arrows,
Is known to ignite love among young hearts,
Creating love confusion is cupid’s favorite game.
His most successful moments,
When hearts become fully dipped in love,
And when their hearts act stronger than their mind,
And when the victims are not in their actual disposition.
So great was the joy of Cupid,
His sense of pride in his success,
To see the pain and excitement of people in love,
So Cupid was called by angels as 'Stupid Cupid'!
10/02/09
Valentine Day's special
poem by Winnie Angel
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If Cupid
Love can hit you
no matter where you are
whether it be at a funeral
or at a fun fair.
We may not know it at the time,
but cupid always shoots
his arrows straight and true.
You could be on a bus, plane or train
if cupid has his arrows set
there is nothing you can do.
You cannot duck or weave.
If cupid has his arrows set
love will come to you.
You maybe dancing at a ballroom,
if cupid spies a different partner
it is all over for you.
You will not see it coming
and will not even feel a thing
until you are the church
slipping on the wedding ring.
For if cupid has you in his sights,
there is nothing you can do.
25 February 2011
poem by David Harris
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Oh Cupid, Oh My Love
Let the gentle breeze,
Flow through me
For I feel so much dizzy
Because it cupid who lives in me
Oh cupid, oh my love
Strong and desiring cupid
For you fame flies like dove
For the man who would not believe is so stupid
Draw your arrow from within
And struck through my heart
For you there is nothing like sin
Who wouldn't believe that except the madman in heart
For you cupid I praise and behold
Even when I wonder through land unsuveyed
My heart would never be sick from cold
And my friend would grow jealous everyday
No one knows you
Better than I do
For you reside within me
Oh cupid, oh my love
poem by Samuel Donkor
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O Cupid, Cupid; Get Your Bow!
Arming down along the stream,
Along the sparkling water,
And past the pool where lilies gleam,
There comes the squatter’s daughter.
Her eyes are kind; her lips are warm;
And like a flower her face is;
The habit shows her bonny form
As graceful as a Grace’s.
O I’ll be mad of love, I know;
My head she’ll surely addle;
O Cupid, Cupid; get your bow;
And shoot her from the saddle!
For, like a bird on breezes waft,
She quickly, quickly passes;
O Cupid, Cupid, draw your shaft;
And bring her to the grasses!
O she is worthy game for you;
And there is none to match her.
So, Cupid, send your arrow true;
And I’ll be there to catch her!
poem by Henry Lawson
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The Marriage of Edward Herbert Esquire, and Mrs. Elizabeth Herbert
CUPID one day ask'd his Mother,
When she meant that he shou'd Wed?
You're too Young, my Boy, she said:
Nor has Nature made another
Fit to match with Cupid's Bed.
Cupid then her Sight directed
To a lately Wedded Pair;
Where Himself the Match effected;
They as Youthful, they as Fair.
Having by Example carry'd
This first Point in the Dispute;
WORSELEY next he said's not Marry'd:
Her's with Cupid's Charms may suit
poem by Anne Kingsmill Finch
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Cupid and My Campaspe
Cupid and my Campaspe played
At cards for kisses;
Cupid paid.
He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows,
His mother's doves and team of sparrows,
Loses them too; then down he throws
The coral of his lip, the rose
Growing on's cheek (but none knows how),
With these the crystal of his brow,
And then the dimple of his chin:
All these did my Campaspe win.
At last he set her both his eyes;
She won, and Cupid blind did rise.
O Love! has she done this to thee?
What shall, alas, become of me?
Apelles' Song
Cupid and my Campaspe played
At cards for kisses; Cupid paid:
He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows,
His mother's doves, and team of sparrows;
Loses them too; then down he throws
The coral of his lip, the rose
Growing on's cheek (but none knows how);
With these, the crystal of his brow,
And then the dimple on his chin;
All these did my Campaspe win:
And last he set her both his eyes -
She won, and Cupid blind did rise.
O Love! has she done this to thee?
What shall, alas! become of me?
Love
Few people love; most know not love at all.
Their feelings of feigned affection wane
By any measure. Cupid never draws
His bow for those whose passions are in vain.
His quiver filled with strait loving arrows
Wings among Man to shoot and penetrate
The truest of hearts where amour does grow
To dwell and thrive within ardor soul mates.
Love has no boundaries and lives forever
Beyond the shuffling off our mortal shells
And thus remains in our souls with fervor
Until Cupid once again casts his spells.
So if by chance your heart has been smitten
Cherish this love that Venus has christened.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Cards and Kisses
CUPID and my Campaspe play'd
At cards for kisses--Cupid paid:
He stakes his quiver, bow, and arrows,
His mother's doves, and team of sparrows;
Loses them too; then down he throws
The coral of his lips, the rose
Growing on 's cheek (but none knows how);
With these, the crystal of his brow,
And then the dimple of his chin:
All these did my Campaspe win.
At last he set her both his eyes--
She won, and Cupid blind did rise.
O Love! has she done this for thee?
What shall, alas! become of me?
Valentine Cupid
the story of the cupid is strange you see
its always been a mystery to me
was this child with wings of beauty, and bow & arrow in hand
created by my fellow man.
to shoot his arrows in the hearts of all
laughing and having a ball..
or did he really come from the heavens above
to fill our hearts with all this love
has he really reached his goal
to touch our lives young and old.
for if this is true
then you have put my heart on fire
and filled me with desire
to satisfy your inner most needs.
for deep in me he planted the seed.
for with this, i tell you true
my heart belongs to only you.
HAPPY VALENTINE
poem by Louis Rams
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Happy Valentine's Day
Arrows and bows...
And chocolate proposals.
Shared candied hearts,
With notes of love and kisses.
Engagement offerings,
Announced to start beginnings.
Cupid has his way...
To make a Happy Valentine's Day!
And the anticipation of Spring,
To bring with it to us such joy!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Outbid
When Cupid held an auction sale,
I hastened to his mart,
For I had heard that he would sell
The blue-eyed Dora’s heart.
I brought a wealth of truest love,
The most that I could proffer,
Because, forsooth, of stocks or bonds
I had not one to offer.
When Cupid offered Dora’s heart,
I bid my whole heart’s love,
A love that reached from sea to sea
And to the sky above;
And When Sir Cupid called for more,
I bid my hands and life,
That should be hers for servitude
If she became my wife.
Then 'Going! going!' Cupid cried;
The silence was intense
Until old Goldbags said, 'I bid
My stocks and four per cents!'
Then Cupid cried, 'Fair Dora’s heart,
That ne’er was sold before!
Does anybody raise the bid?
Will any offer more?'
'If not—,' but Count Decrepit rose,
Infirm, decayed and slim;
'I hid my title!' and her heart
Was there knocked down to him.
Well! titles may be more than love!
I shall not rant nor rail;
For after all I much prefer
Some heart that’s not for sale!
poem by Ellis Parker Butler
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Absolutely True
A thing call love, Absolutely true.
Can make one act silly, stupid.
Blame it on the Cupid.
Love does funny things to you.
If your sweet loves you back too,
Won't find you silly, stupid.
Nothing to do with Cupid.
Finds you Special, You being YOU.
Bulletproof Cupid
Everything's forgotten
Everything's so rotten
Why don't you release me?
Why don't you just tease me?
I don't think I need you anymore
I don't think I need another whore
I just feel like you should wait
Time will tell before it's too late
When all is said and done you
Just ain't no fun to be with
You're my bulletproof cupid
You're my little stupid
You're my fluctuated
You're my inspector gadget
You're my new toy to play with
You're my toy boy to be with
You're my bulletproof cupid
Just a little too stupid
Everything is taken
Everything's awakened
Why don't you reject me?
Why don't you just infect me?
I don't think I want this anymore
I don't think I want another whore
I just feel like we should wait
Time unfolds then it's too late
When all is said and done you
Can't be the one to run with
You're my bulletproof cupid
You're my little stupid
You're my incarcerated
You're my fortune faded
You're my new tool to play with
You're my new fool to be with
You're my bulletproof cupid
Still that little bit stupid
song performed by by Placebo
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Little Bit Stupid
You stole a wig from your sister
And a gun from your dad
I geuss i knew when i kissed ya
You're a little bit mad
You don't care if you get sick
Living on bubble gum
Maybe too much lipstick
Made your mouth go dumb
I have to say that we were suited
But you know what they say about Cupid:
Little bit stupid
Little bit stupid
So we got ourselves messed up
And we did it with style
And the way we were dressed up
Was a little bit wild
Stack heels and tiaras
We were oh so refined
Or maybe too much mascara
Made my eyes go blind
I don't know if we were deluded
But i know what they say about Cupid:
Little bit stupid
Little bit stupid
I guess to do what me and you did
You have to be just a bit like Cupid:
Little bit stupid
Little bit stupid
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Perfect Love for MY Lady Irene
Dan Cupid and St Valentine
Would seem to a be clueless pair
and quite unable to define.
What constitutes a love divine.
An old Greek god who’s lost his way.
A celibate without a clue.
Love does not need a special day
I know much better than they do.
Why I love you and you love me.
I see no need for fairy tales.
That’s why I tell you constantly
My love for you will never fail..
It’s not because you do not know
My actions serve to underline
that I love you. But even so
I must repeat that you are mine
and I am yours eternally.
Three little words are all I need
Although I say them frequently
because my love we are agreed.
No day must pass without we tell
each other.Three words we love to hear.
Although we both know very well
For perfect love casts out all fear.
All that I need you can provide
You hold my heart in your small hand
My love for you I cannot hide
Your slightest wish is my command.
My only purpose is to serve.
You are the centre of my life
you give me more than I deserve.
No man could have a better wife.
We did not need St Valentine
nor yet Dan cupid and his bow.
I knew you were meant to be mine
My guardian angel told me so.
7-Feb-09
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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’Tis Valentine’s Day,2008, Once Again!
If I be single, I can say
To my dear sweetheart, ‘I love you! ’
If I be married, I must say,
Dear spouse, ‘You are my Valentine! ’
’Tis Valentine’s Day, once again-
A day of romance and of love;
Let pour forth love from hearts like rain,
Expressing words, endearing now.
If all alone, just call your friend,
And spend the day in cheerful talk;
Write out a verse of love and send;
With him or her, go for a walk!
A lovely day to express love
To anyone, who’s near your heart-
When princes to princesses bow,
And say, ‘I love you! ’ with great art.
A day on earth when love prevails,
No matter what may come against;
A special day, the whole world hails,
And lovers met to love and danced.
Adorned are shops with reddish hearts;
Chocolate pastries afill their shelves;
Exchange of bouquets happen fast,
While Cupid’s arrows fly aghast!
Enjoy this day with wishes, smiles;
Enquire especial loved ones;
Enthrall your friends and well-wishers;
Enthuse the hearts that love you tons.
Oh, fill the world with pleasantness,
And spend the day with pleasantries;
Oh, pass the time in full romance,
And take your spouse/ sweetheart for a dance.
A day of charm, togetherness,
When love wins over emotions;
‘I love you! ’ are the magic words
That fill all hearts with happiness!
’Tis Valentine’s Day, once again;
Let love and romance fill the air;
It is a boon and not a bane;
Let’s show the world, we love and care!
Dedicated fondly to my beloved wife,
Mercy Celestine, Podanur
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-30-2008
poem by John Celes
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Licia Sonnets 05
Love with her hair my love by force hath tied,
To serve her lips, her eyes, her voice, her hand;
I smiled for joy, when I the boy espied
To lie unchained and live at her command.
She if she look, or kiss, or sing, or smile,
Cupid withal doth smile, doth sing, doth kiss,
Lips, hands, voice, eyes, all hearts that may beguile,
Because she scorns all hearts but only this.
Venus for this in pride began to frown
That Cupid, born a god, enthralled should be.
She in disdain her pretty son threw down,
And in his place, with love she chainéd me.
So now, sweet love, though I myself be thrall,
Not her a goddess, but thyself I call.
poem by Giles Fletcher The Elder
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Love is Devine
Cupid O Cupid,
Hunting all day long;
Bring me a love,
Wise or stupid;
Beautiful or ugly;
Love covereth all.
My love is divine;
One of a kind,
It covereth
All the inperfections
In your life, in my life
Let us love forever
This love is devine.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Stupid Cupid
stupid cupid
on that stupid day
hits my stupid heart
with his stupid arrow
stupid blood flows
from my stupid heart
and you are there
stupid enough to
just watch me
on that stupid day
i fall in love with you
and so stupid enough
i never tell you
and you are there
on that stupid day
watching me
and stupid enough
you love me too
but never tell me
stupid day stupid love
stupid cupid stupid us
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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5. True Love
Arrows flying always trying
Cupid’s love no one is buying
Hearts are bleeding hair receding
Loves helping hand someone is needing
Now we’re older we get bolder
Beauty in your eyes beholder
Always teasing often pleasing
Chased to hard and now I’m wheezing
No more speaking bedsprings squeaking
Knees and elbows, back is creaking
But as normal tried my best
Now so tired I need to rest
In the morning daylight dawning
Hard to stop myself from yawning
Scraggy hair cold hard stare
No words said but so aware
Cupid’s arrow missed its mark
Hit the dog and made him bark
The dogs in love so that is that
But I wish he’d leave the poor old cat
poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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