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for baby doe
Posted: March 6th, 2005, 1:28 am
by Lightning Rod
why do I love her?
she so difficult,
but so strong?
she
the anchor of my disposition
flung and insistent
legs splayed in a dance
bow legged nymph
radiant as science
and magic stumbling
Why do I love her?
I could provide a litany
of reasons beyond reason
such as melting poetry
archives of fingertips
Shall I go on?
Posted: March 6th, 2005, 1:44 am
by Lightning Rod
angel of passion
aggression and retreat
feet against my legs at night
love is only whimsey
just a cracker baked for crumbling
a lesson lashed with candy
profound desire, yes
profound desire overcomes
reason, thank god
this makes romance possible
between we sames and opposites
forlorn as lovers
is there amnesty in our dreams?
is lust particular or general?
are we meant for each other?
romantics ask foolish questions
like where do you go when you die
I don't care about these things
only you.
Posted: March 7th, 2005, 2:52 pm
by mousey1
Awwwww......
I see love here.
Where's Doe.....is she melting....
I bet so.
Beautiful.
Posted: March 7th, 2005, 3:35 pm
by Doreen Peri
I am.
Yes...
it took me a while to get here 'cause i melted and i was all liquid and couldn't type until just now!
what beautiful poetry this is!
thank you, baby
-doe
Re: for baby doe
Posted: December 10th, 2013, 3:33 am
by dadio
I do hope LR is still getting poems done whereever he rests. Love these poems. R.I.P
Re: for baby doe
Posted: December 10th, 2013, 10:10 pm
by Doreen Peri
Whoa! I was once loved. That's a great memory. And I loved him, too. I miss him....and I miss having love in my life. I know, I'm such a sentimental person. I can't help it. Sigh. Sigh... That about sighses it up.
Re: for baby doe
Posted: December 12th, 2013, 11:17 am
by tinkerjack
Pops wrote:
romantics ask foolish questions
like where do you go when you die
I don't care about these things
ten four front door
I don't worry about where I am going, but then I am crazy jack son of crazy mike. a fortunate son.
I remember the day I stopped thinking about you as just another white boy.
The day you told me about your great grandfather.
When I started thinking about you as another fortunate son.
fractured quote from geezer memory
Lovers who speak of forever
speak mindless of times constant prowl
time the unbending deserter leaves you only the now
if you fill every moment with love
the time will see that it is done
where are the children of sun light
and why did they all have to go.