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This love (an old poem with a part added on)
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This love (an old poem with a part added on) |
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Master Senior Member
since 1999-08-18
Posts 1867Boston, MA 
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I Quiet down my heart, I’m confounded. Over the mountains, your trumpets resound too ardently. The echo of your verse submerses me. I beg of you, “Mercy!” My eardrums are bursting nervously. enough! enough! enough of this! Enough of this love! II This love is outrageous, I rage. Without patience, I rip open (my cage) my ribcage, and whistling, tear my heart to pieces. It’s ripe,-- on each piece, her initials are inscribed. And senseless, my eyes wander endlessly from N to T. Submerged in thought, destiny pensively, traces the road from New York to Toronto with a pencil. III Answer me, “Is it in you?” If your answer is “no,” whisper tenderly, rip through my sinew softly and go. If your answer is “yes,” caress me but once with its stress and leave me breathless... ...yes! ...do ...leave me deathless. Answer me, “Is this love in you?” IV I grow tense, “Say it.” Silence ascends skyward with a prayer. Bottomless puddles (those are your eyes) reflect boundless skies. This love is beguiling, smiling, it hides behind the corner of life’s corridor and behind that corner, there’s a coroner. V I feel like a foreigner, I don’t belong here. What is this that I crawl on, -- all this fluff, a cloud? “That is my shroud.” Almighty, in this love, I was buried alive. There’s been a mistake, I was taken to paradise, because she paralyzed me with her eyes. It’s too crowded here and oddly, I miss my body. “All right then... awake!” VI I fall through the air carelessly, and awake somewhere on a bus near Albany, someone is calling me... shaking me impatiently. “Dear sir, I must check your ticket.” Enough! just take it. “Reason for your vacation?” love... “Destination?” near her... VII Listen, mirror, can you hear me? Hear my heartbeat? I need her... I need her near me. Reflect me with affection tenderly, perfect my identity, whisper in my ear and beguile me! Smile from above me mildly. Tell me that she'll love me, lie to me! VIII The heart is drained and the ink hasn’t dried yet. Pull the shades lower. It’s private, don’t look over my shoulder. Too late to hide it, it’s spilling, it’s brimming over the sink. In wild convulsions, it surges. It floods the buildings, the schools, the churches, the squares, the courtyards and Eden’s orchards. I can’t contain it, this love is gorgeous! IX Alighting my soul from above with a thousand torches, this love scorches me! It burns inside me and tortures me! The world is too small to hide me. Now that you’ve nurtured me, open your eyes! On the crossroads, I’m hanging exposed, arms – crosswise across the skies. Only notice me and I’ll arise. -------------------- Check out more of my poetry here: http://www.unknownpoets.com/db/authors/master |
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Knight of Secrecy Member
since 2001-10-12
Posts 113San Juan, Puerto Rico |
WOW! Great Poem!. I loved it. "“Reason for your vacation?” love... “Destination?” near her..." I really related to this poem. The same thing is happening or happened to me for I don't know the end of it yet. "Tell me that she'll love me, lie to me!" I loved that line!, exactly how I feel right now, it choked me up, got me emotional and practically no poems do that to the brink of tears. I am amazed how you could express this. Into my library. Five Stars * * * * * -C.M. "I feel the sting of an insignificant wasp, and yet, I fear that I am alergic" |
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Acies
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Member Rara Avis
since 2000-06-07
Posts 7665Twilight Zone |
~*standing ovation*~ là où est mon amour? |
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chasing rain Senior Member
since 2001-05-15
Posts 737Canada |
*ditto* ++ Leah ++ Va pensiero sull' ali dorate... |
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