Love Endures Beyond This Life
A dream wedding it was, Juliette’s correct mother wriggling
her toes in the sand, everyone breaking out of their normal
stance, romantic Rudi complimenting me as I met him on
the edge of the sea, he loved my dress, lack of make-up,
no trimmings that seem so irksome and unnecessary, he
loved my veil and anchor, saying so much, the pastor had
to silence him to conduct the service, I didn’t listen, my head
too full of beautiful thoughts, blue sky, sunshine, white sand,
enticing sea, finally said I do, a beach braai, ran into the
waves, went to a club afterwards where we danced, muted
music romantic, Rudi whispering kamasutra for you and me,
I love the idea, I love life and all the world, I love Rudi in terms
I cannot express, driving off, leaving the rest, discovering new
intimacy, proud of making a contract to take care of each other,
joyous in creating a new life, willing to stake my life on Rudi,
willing to live I Corinthians 13 with him – love forgives
everything, hopes everything, gives everything, love
endures beyond this life…
poem by Louise Tredoux
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A Gilded Anchor Enmeshed In Sea-Weed
A beautiful wedding dress, a wonderful gown,
a lovely pattern, a magical moment in time,
the dressmaker frowned when she heard the
wedding would be on the beach, but that’s
too bad, now she is shortening the hem and
taking the scallops away, but I’ll still have
scallops and pearls on the bodice - and a
pearly headdress
Rudi says he’ll hire a tuxedo, but he’ll roll up
the legs, leave his shoes at home, the pastor
frowned also but smiled when we showed him
the makeshift structure in which we can be
married in sand; Juliette will be a happy
bridesmaid, happily gazing at Werner
I want to carry a concoction of seaweed
and other nautical things, Rudi asked
what about a little anchor in gold and
laughed, he gave me an idea, now
we’ll see his surprise when I pitch up
carrying my gilded anchor enmeshed
in sea-weed
Juliette wanted to add a ship’s figurehead;
adding mermaids as a theme, I sternly told
her she could do that when she marries
herself, if on the beach I will assist, other-
wise she’ll have to be on her own
I can’t wait to see the dressmaker today, a
wedding on beach is the second most
wonderful idea I’ve ever had in my life –
the first one, of course, was saying yes
when Rudi proposed…
poem by Louise Tredoux
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Chocolate Cake And Rudi
Chocolate cake and Rudi
and my life is complete
Rudi surmises if only
I had more chocolate
cake I would have felt
better all the time, he
says for a statue I have
amazing powers, I
forgot to say, I’m the
statue of Liberty!
I wonder, will too much
love scare him away?
If he takes another trip
out to sea, I’ll be a stow-
away; why should he
be a marine biologist?
Juliette says I mustn’t
love him so much to
prevent my heart being
broken, I said yea right
I’ll hate him already
and when I have kids
I’ll kick them around
to make sure I’ll never
miss them if they leave
me one day - that’s not
what I meant, she
declared, I said if I
cool down my love
so as to be prepared
For later strife – I’ll be
the cause of the rift,
what a brilliant self-
fulfilling prophecy…
Chocolate cake and Rudi
I’ll just love him to death
I missed him more than
life itself, while he was
gone the world stopped,
the sun went away, now
he is back, the sun came
out, I can see again…
poem by Louise Tredoux
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I Love To Love Rudi
Laughing, eating, drinking and enjoying,
Rudi ran off from the conference to be
with me tonight, he knows I can’t sleep
when he’s not home, he doesn’t care for
the function and important guests at the
conference hotel, when he walked in with
a wide and mischievous grin, I could have
swallowed him, he came with chocolate
liqueur, my favourite, found me adding
stencils to the walls in the kitchen, he was
so surprised and helped me clean up,
and what with liqueur and everything,
we had a wonderful reunion in each
others arms before going out to buy take-
aways – Rudi preferring THIS to his
smart dinner-dance at a smart venue,
I feel like a million bucks, I love the love
that chocolate liqueurs add by making
inhibitions fade, I love to love Rudi, I
love the way he loves me, I love life –
I love the world tonight!
poem by Louise Tredoux
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Love Is Joy
Love is joy, love is acceptance –
accepting my loved one, in total
acceptance of Rudi, of everything
he does, feels, thinks, I feel joy,
and the most amazing thing is –
he accepts me also! It is beyond
description, how it is possible for
him to accept me as I am? I’ve
been waiting for orders to change,
convinced that sometime I should
become a better person, but Rudi
likes ME, it’s flabbergasting, how
can it be? I thought one should
change to accommodate your
mate, I didn’t know what to change
into, was waiting for directions,
checking expectations – and all
I have received is confirmation,
total acceptance from my loved
one – yet I have read that there
is no such thing as unconditional
love, I’m still waiting for the
conditions to come, I’ll love you
if… and there is none! Love to
me is joy, total acceptance and
joy, singing with the birds,
swimming with the fishes, laughing
with a loved one, loving his warmth,
adoring his smile, seeking explosions
in sensations and bubbling emotions,
I see Rudi as more than human, he
is an Angel to me…
poem by Louise Tredoux
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Life is Music And Love
Listening to Cavaliera Rusticana, Rudi’s
favourite, I don’t know it well, male voices
like hobos and flutes, golden shine in the
brown hues, silver sopranos flashing in deep
ocean water, the music calls for conducting
moving to the music, Rudi’s arms around me
I love him, love the music, vibrantly alive, a
celebration of life, rhythm and notes bring
love to me, music enclosing everything, a
framework that confers meaning, Rudi’s
voice a velvet cloth in which he wraps me
safely, soft, warm, caressing my heart
Spinning a safety net, catching me when I
fall into nightmares, building a bulwarks
against fear for the future, against the pain
of being born sinful, being incomplete – he
brings completion and infinity, the most
wonderful feeling of security, music and
Harmony, I fly on your music, swaying to
the beat, life is music and love to me…
poem by Louise Tredoux
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Even More Domineering
I love Rudi’s protectiveness, Juliette says
I’m a disgrace to all feminists, I love his
jealousy while Juliette points out that she
is the great beauty, not I, she has the hair,
seriously beautiful hair, long legs and big
blue eyes; while I have soft hair, light-sen-
sitive eyes and short legs and a non-sexy
smile, Juliette has been crowned first
princess in a beauty pageant
She mockingly threatens to steal Rudi from
me, he’s much too handsome and I’m much
too clinging, she says, but I disagree, I asked
him could he have chosen Juliette if he had
met her first, he burst out laughing and said
not on your life, I don’t care for eyes, legs and
hair, but about what’s inside, I asked him if
he loved what’s inside me more
than the outside –
He replied, I love what’s inside AND I adore
the package in which you arrived, he kissed
my non-glamorous hair and my light-sensitive
eyes and said he liked the fire that lived inside,
he kissed my non-sexy smile and said the love
in the line of my lips drove him wild, I asked him
about my being too dependent and forcing him
to be domineering, using Juliette’s arguments;
he decided then and there
To become even more domineering instead
and marched me off to bed…
poem by Louise Tredoux
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The Wedding List
No, Ill never give the hunt up,
And I wont muck it up.
Somehow this is it, I knew.
Maybe fate wants you dead, too
Weve come together in the very same room,
And Im coming for you!
Do you think Id ever let you
Get away with it, huh?
He swooned in warm maroon.
Theres gas in your barrel, and Im flooded with doom.
Youve made a wake of our honeymoon,
And Im coming for you!
All of the headlines said passion crime
newly weds groom shot dead
mystery man. God help the bride
Shes a widow, all in red,
With his red still wet. she said--
Ill put him on the wedding list!
Ill put him on the wedding list!
Ill get him and I will not miss.
Now, as Im coming for you,
All I see is rudi.
I die with him, again and again.
And Ill feel good in my revenge.
Im gonna fill your head with lead
And Im coming for you!
And when its all over youll roll over
The butt of my gun:
One in your belly, and one for rudi.
You got what you gave by the heel of my bootie.
Bang-bang--out! like an old cherootie,
Im coming for you!
All of the headlines said passion crime:
newly weds groom shot dead
mystery man. God help the bride!
Shes a widow, all in red,
With his red still wet. she said--
She sure got him on the wedding list
Ill got him on the wedding list!
Ill got him and I will not miss.
Ill put him on the wedding list!
And after she shot the guy,
She committed suicide.
Im coming, rudi!
And later, when they analysed,
They found a little one inside.
It must have been rudis child.
I shot, I shot, I shot him honey!
Never mind, she got the guy.
He hit the ground, rudi!
An eye for an eye.
Ashes to ashes...
Eye for an eye.
I hit him, hit him
Rudi!, rudi!
Im coming coming coming honey
Eye for an eye.
Rudi!
song performed by by Kate Bush
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My Only Measure
He went back to work, I fell asleep, when
he returned, I had cleaned the flat and all
the dishes, feeling sleepy, but oh, so happy,
blue eyes shining, seeing his delight, offered
him a pre-dinner drink, a meal for a king, he
loved it, I’m not domesticated, this is special,
he kissed my hands, my face, my everything
I kissed him back, life is GOOD when you have
someone to love, not simply a sex toy, which
is good enough, everyone assures me, but I’m
the old-fashioned kind, while full well realizing
sex per se is meaningless, I love adding it as zest
to my love relationship with Rudi, he is someone
special, far beyond mere romance
Yet, he is romance incarnate, that will change, all
assure me, it is a chemical reaction, short-lived –
just until I conceive and have his child – then he’ll
turn his attention elsewhere, every time I come
across this cynical assessment I cry again, it is so
sad and threatening, why did my mother die when
I was born – did she feel rejected already
Did she know of the cynical opinions to come? I’m
scared of life, Rudi is my breastplate, his loyalty to
our relationship my only measure to determine
where I am …
poem by Louise Tredoux
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Stroked Satin Skin
We should make love more often, Rudi
said - Once a day not enough anymore?
I queried - We have to practice for our
world trip – Shall we do England?
Yes, we’ll make love in a small inn over-
looking the Thames - Oh? Why not a tourist
site? Rudi asked - Because the English is
more inhibited, I honour their decency
The French is more decadent – And Italy?
snuggling closer, I stroked the satin skin
on his back – Oh, we’ll do it in the middle
of Rome, you know their reputation
We’ll put them to the test! – Louise, you are
a little devil, have you no interest in art and
culture? – Yes, after conquering various
parts of the world, culture is old
But we are young at heart!
poem by Louise Tredoux
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Rudi
Artists and inventors,
You have what it takes to be digital;
For my name is Rudi and,
Technology had made me what i am today.
How can a perfect love go wrong?
Like the sadness of many faces around me;
But the exotic feelings of the beautiful pleasure do crown the day.
Rippling satins and exquisite embroideries,
The geometrical signs will not stop this love;
For i do have my signature all over you!
Pass tis on to her and,
Show her the way to my office;
Pass this on tho him and,
teach him the way to do things;
For my name is Rudi and,
Technology had made me what i am today.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Rudi And Me Doing The Tango
I watch dancing on TV – So You Think You
Can Dance and Strictly Come Dancing, and I
dream – that is Rudi and me doing the tango,
there we go, entranced in a dreamy waltz, here
we come in an exciting Bossa Nova, then we
do a fast Foxtrot, Rudi is laughing at me, he
says he would never dance like that, sway his
hips, playing tricks, I pout and say I want to
dance again with him; so he waltzes me to his
bedroom, he says the only dance he really likes
is a tango for two flat in bed, when he gets to
feed his eyes, lips, hands and tongue on his
partner’s gyrating body parts, he makes me
laugh; I bite at him and complain it’s not a
dance when lying down, he says I asked for
it and drags me off into the kitchen where he
exhibits his culinary skills and gourmet taste
in quite a novel way, given the main dish is
me, Louise Tredoux, the Pastor’s daughter,
oh, how I’ve fallen from quiet religious con-
templation, and oh, how I’m rising on the
wings of ecstasy – becoming nourishment
for the man I love - in all my dignity –
on the kitchen table!
poem by Louise Tredoux
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A Romantic Life Adventure!
Sentimental, emotional, great characters love romantic life;
Passionate, engaged and attached they like to live long life;
Fun, entertainment and amusements they have in romance;
Romantic love life these human beings live true to heart ever!
Longing for love they do all to get the hand of sweet heart;
Love, marriages and divorces and love again they try ever!
For the satisfaction of the self they do romance forever here
And live alone ever in life longing for love till the end comes.
Romantic fellows lament about the friends and loves lost in life;
Beginning, middle and end the means followed never the same
Because adventure is the spice and taste of romantic life here;
Many yet live romantic life because the pleasure is exotic ever!
A romantic life is the dream of many a guy and girl since long
Though success is rare failures they are ready to face and die!
poem by Ramesh T A
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A Romantic Life Adventure!
Sentimental, emotional, great characters love romantic life;
Passionate, engaged and attached they like to live long life;
Fun, entertainment and amusements they have in romance;
Romantic love life these human beings live true to heart ever!
Longing for love they do all to get the hand of sweet heart;
Love, marriages and divorces and love again they try ever!
For the satisfaction of the self they do romance forever here
And live alone ever in life longing for love till the end comes.
Romantic fellows lament about the friends and loves lost in life;
Beginning, middle and end the means followed never the same
Because adventure is the spice and taste of romantic life here;
Many yet live romantic life because the pleasure is exotic ever!
A romantic life is the dream of many a guy and girl since long
Though success is rare failures they are ready to face and die!
poem by Bikramjyoti Kashyop
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Love You More
Twas 12 am, in the soft of the night,
12 am in the glow of a lamplight,
When you whispered, 'I love you more.
You love me, but i love you more.'
I still remember feeling my heart melt.
Still remember the warmth i felt.
That someone loved me despite my mistakes.
That someone was messaging me, to say hello 'fore i was awake.
The reassuring touch of your hand;
You pushing me over into the sand.
For once in my life, I found myself living a dream
Or so it seemed,
But as i finally found, your words were an illusion:
All part of a delusion.
As the rot which had long set made you break,
And suddenly, my little world was left in your wake.
I found myself gazing into space-
Wondering how one can say 'i love you more' to the face
Then break and run
Spurning the said and done.
My puppy love suddenly was faced with a rude awakening,
As i discovered how it feels to have your heart breaking.
All throughout, i remembered that night, 'i love you more.'
I finally realise you just said it then, but didn't mean it at all-
When you said 'I love you more.'
Didn't know you didn't mean it at all.
Sometimes I wonder if you loved me ever,
And at times I wish you never.
I no longer know if what you said,
You actually really meant.
If there ever was a time when you loved me,
I just can't see how it could be.
But i loved you, still love you like before,
And sadly i've come to see: i love you more
Love you more....
Story behind the poem:
Well, I don't think there's much to say. Other than this poem is dedicated to Chik.
'When it's all said and done, there's more said than done.'
poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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Where There's A Wil, There's A Way {To My Valentine}
Just how romantic should the setting be
To make the scene for loving at its best?
As long as there is you and there is me,
I'm really not concerned about the rest.
Clear skies and sunshine, golden beach and sand,
Four-poster bed and satin sheets of blue?
Romantic these, and really very grand -
But wasted for I've only eyes for you.
In love songs and in poems they are fine
But in real life they don't amount to much,
What matters is your body close to mine
And scenery that's tender to the touch.
Forget the landscape, just remember that
It isn't where you are - but what you're at.
poem by Kristin Nicole RothDavis
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A Dream Of Romantic Love!
Romantic love inspires potential interest to live in the world;
Enjoyment of love churns out joy and pleasure in long life
And the dream of romantic love never ceases desire to demise
Despite the burden to work hard to stabilise life in the world!
Spell of romance makes one forget the sense of anything -
Sense of taste, sight, smell, hearing and touch common for all!
Nothing is known happening around except the object of love
And even day and night are forgotten during such pursuits deep!
All seem surmountable as in the adventures of Don Quixote;
What a dream world of romantic love romance immerses in!
Summer or Winter, or Autumn or Spring everything is one
To the eyes, mind and spirit when the heart is full of love ever!
A dream of romantic love makes everything easy as in paradise
Or in heaven where only enjoyment of variety is thought forever!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Your love, my 'sweetest dream
Loved you with my heart,
my soul and my conscience.
Loved you with all I had,
sort of love that was world blind.
Loved you with my head,
my respect and my loyality.
Loved you with every breeze,
that touched your ideal personality.
Loved you as you are,
you was and you have always been.
Loved you as you would be,
all possible shades that you could be in.
Loved you with my truth,
my life and my genuine.
Loved you with my silence,
my words that are living.
Loved you in my lows,
my highs and my extemes.
Loved you in each mood swings,
your love my sweet dream.
Loved you such love,
undefinable and unspoken.
Loved you such love,
that remained untaken! ! !
poem by Jaya Mishra
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Romantic Dinner In The Candlelight
Holding hands at sunset we are walking on the beach,
We stop and sit on sand the sunset to see,
Your arms wrapped me in a warm embrace,
And I did put my head on your chest.
I could hear your heart beating fast,
Mixing with the music of waves and the seagulls flying around,
As u took my hands into yours, my eyes meet your eyes,
In the silence of night my heart belong to you tonight.
We have there our dinner waiting on sand,
We have candlelight all around,
We are living an unique moment in time,
You and i and our special love.
For us time doesn't exists and stood still,
We have each other and this is our dream,
We eat and sip from red wine,
And you put a red rose in my hair with love.
You told me how beautiful i am tonight,
Like a princess from fairy tales i felt,
I smiled with glow and passionately kissed you,
"Hold me in your arms and never let me go", i asked you.
We listen music and dancing in the moonlight,
I let my body following your steps,
I feel like i am flying, i don't touch the sand,
When i' m with you i feel as like i touch the sky.
We are laying on the sand and watch the starry sky,
It is so wonderful, because we are together,
I wish that everyday of my life to watch with you the sky,
And have so many romantic dinners in the candlelight.
poem by Cristina Teodor
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Love, your happiness is my happiness.....
My life's greatest happiness is to be convinced my love to you
I am grateful to you for making me happy through out my life
I have never known love until I met you and your love touched
my heart and brought so much happiness in me
Today, you made me to see everything in a new life and you
want me to know how those happiness could make me happy
I found my happiness is to love you and to be loved from you
Sometime, I miss you so much and your absence is very painful
But when I carry your heart within me then my happiness is shining
When I am sad then your sweet words brings me happiness
and my soul get enough strength when it join your heart
When my heart wants to know the meaning of ' love'
then your love is making me to believe the truth of love
Without you there is no happiness in my life and with you
my life is full of hopes and my dream will come true
When you hold me in your arms then my heart
never want to let me go because your happiness is
my happiness. I love you so much my love.
poem by Ravi Sathasivam
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What Color is Love?
From practical perspective
Love may be viewed as colorless
When romantically reflective
Color spectrum Love does possess
To couples just discovering it’s laurels
Love is yellow like the sun shining bright
To lovers who have engaged in quarrels
Love is deep blue like a sky late at night
In eyes of lovers enjoying honeymoon precursories
Love appears red as hearts gracing valentines
To lovers working together to overcome life’s adversities
Love holds evergreen hues like cypress and pines
For lovers celebrating wedding anniversaries
Love glows gold in rings where diamond luster shines
Love can be soft and swirling
As on paisley patterned gowns
Or calliope colors twirling
Like parades entering towns
Love’s colors can sometimes be muted
Like the softness of gray skies
Love’s vibrancy briefly diluted
Whenever a loved one dies
Where there isn’t quite enough Love
Life is pencil lines decidedly frail
Where there is total lack of Love
Life may appear as colorless and pale
Where Love is most plenteous
Life appears to be increasingly colorful
And when shared between lovers like us
Love reveals the colors, which are most beautiful
poem by Mary Havran
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