I totally fell asleep last night after last minute trying to make the dojang look nice and teaching class (although Ian did most of it.) And today I am cheating a bit. This poem has been sitting in my "working" folder for a long time. So I "worked" it rather than writing something new. It was perfect for today though since, despite the title, it's sort of both a love poem and an anti-love poem.
A LOVE POEM a 5/4 poem
I tell Brittany Tenaira, Angelanne that I love them. That’s a lie, they tell me. I know
I should own up to it, the fact that I tell the truth, but I do not, tell them that I exaggerate
because they will not believe me, cannot believe a teacher could love them, since they do not
love themselves or me. I tell them that I care. Angelanne smiles and believes that I do.
She will still be late tomorrow, or absent. She will still fail math this year even with my love.
Bonnie JohnsonApril 26, 2016 at 4:16 PM The Beatles told us all we need is love While Tina Turner asked 'what's love got to do with it" we listen to the call of the mourning dove'
yet I wonder if love is something we have run out of have we given up as our hearts quit the Beatles told us all we need is love.
It feels more like a mismatched glove as we try and try to make it fit we listen to the call of the mourning dove
there is nothing left for us to speak of and I wonder where is it writ The Beatles told us all we need is love
there is nothing less real I can conceive of so in the silence of the night we sit we listen to the call of the mourning dove
the stars shine and twinkle above I wonder do we give a whit The Beatles told us all we need is love we listen to the call of the mourning dove
Finally here with poem. thanks for the prodding, Victoria.
Love Poem
Love is a poem in and of itself There is no other way I know to say how love affects the mind and too the heart, and brings it pain and joy combined each day.
Like poetry love beats its rhythm out enhancing all I do and all I see, I do not know how else to view my life or to describe the way it nurtures me.
I feel my poetry within me sing I live the verse, I am, I move along Love is my all, and poetry my life I live my love within its metered song. Tasha Halpert
I cannot write of Love not because I failed at Love but because I can’t define Love cannot explain that Love of country differs from Love of long, hot showers and Love of kittens is not like Love of my own children. Love – such a short word to mean so much
I totally fell asleep last night after last minute trying to make the dojang look nice and teaching class (although Ian did most of it.) And today I am cheating a bit. This poem has been sitting in my "working" folder for a long time. So I "worked" it rather than writing something new. It was perfect for today though since, despite the title, it's sort of both a love poem and an anti-love poem.
ReplyDeleteA LOVE POEM
a 5/4 poem
I tell Brittany
Tenaira, Angelanne
that I love them.
That’s a lie,
they tell me. I know
I should own up to it,
the fact that I
tell the truth,
but I do not, tell them
that I exaggerate
because they will
not believe
me, cannot believe
a teacher could love them,
since they do not
love themselves
or me. I tell them
that I care. Angelanne
smiles and believes
that I do.
She will still be late
tomorrow, or absent.
She will still fail
math this year
even with my love.
gave me goosebumps for some reason. it really moved me and touched my heart.
ReplyDeleteBonnie JohnsonApril 26, 2016 at 4:16 PM
ReplyDeleteThe Beatles told us all we need is love
While Tina Turner asked 'what's love got to do with it"
we listen to the call of the mourning dove'
yet I wonder if love is something we have run out of
have we given up as our hearts quit
the Beatles told us all we need is love.
It feels more like a mismatched glove
as we try and try to make it fit
we listen to the call of the mourning dove
there is nothing left for us to speak of
and I wonder where is it writ
The Beatles told us all we need is love
there is nothing less real I can conceive of
so in the silence of the night we sit
we listen to the call of the mourning dove
the stars shine and twinkle above
I wonder do we give a whit
The Beatles told us all we need is love
we listen to the call of the mourning dove
Wow. Awesome villanelle. I know the feeling too.
DeleteFinally here with poem. thanks for the prodding, Victoria.
ReplyDeleteLove Poem
Love is a poem in and of itself
There is no other way I know to say
how love affects the mind and too the heart,
and brings it pain and joy combined each day.
Like poetry love beats its rhythm out
enhancing all I do and all I see,
I do not know how else to view my life
or to describe the way it nurtures me.
I feel my poetry within me sing
I live the verse, I am, I move along
Love is my all, and poetry my life
I live my love within its metered song.
Tasha Halpert
lovely and well expressed :-)
DeleteMany thanks for kind words. Hope you are feeling better! Paul was so worried about you! Lvoe and a hug, Tasha
DeleteThe Great Law of Emotivity
ReplyDeleteEveryone knows
love and anti-love
cannot coexist
in the same space
as they readily ironically
annihilate each other.
Love
ReplyDeleteI cannot write of Love
not because I failed at Love
but because I can’t define Love
cannot explain that Love
of country differs from Love
of long, hot showers and Love
of kittens is not like Love
of my own children. Love –
such a short word
to mean so much
Priscilla Anne Tennant Herrington