TrueBlue

The first poet in the world
What deeds did he do?
What sights did he see?
What words did he say?
O, what words?!!
What light did the first poet see?

With a smile
You stole
My heart
O, Love, I see
You
You are inside me
Inside my being
Inside my very breath
And soul
Itself
Like my ancestory
I see you
Your sweet love
Spirit encapsulated
A timeless gesture
I must honor
With grace, with romantic words
And with wild flowers

You swoon my soul
To sweet profound delight
And wonderment
A glorious gift
Of life
Divine in my heart
Where you too do dwell
You, too, a
Sanctuary
From an errant world
Seeking home again
With blind hopefulness
And with optimism

With a subtle word
And a warm inviting look and your silent charm
You showed me your beauty
Such beauty
A privacy held under
Cool composure
O, Gina, my woman of the earth
You have shown me
Eternity's intention
And motion
Unfurled
A future
With you and me
Together now
And life's miracle of symmetry
With this world's
Hate Spurning further hate yet wrapped
In life's holy arms
With the tear of a dove and angel wishes
Angel love, the artfulness of a ghostly father creator
In a stronger love
Love
That bears all
With patience
And with infinite fortitude
Endless mercy
And unyielding compassion
I am enamoured and with gratitude

And with a swift hand
you lifted me
From me
My desperation and sorrow
My malaise of hopelessness
And bitter neurosis of self torture
In my solitude
And belayed my grief
My fear
My resentments
Of the other side
O, you
Have
Reconnected me
To my family
To my heritage
To my home
My Earth
The way to light
And unspokenly let me know
That the wars will end
The agendas will wear away
And all we will have is
Eternity and love

It is this love
In which I call my love poems
To you
In hopes you would hear
Just one sound
For one moment
Something
Pure and true
To touch
A memory that will
Stay strong
For all the years
Like a heirloom

I just want to
Hold you
In my arms
Near, dear
Closely, near
And sleep peaceful
Enjoy our days
And if you should
Walk away from me
One day, Onto
More promising
Worlds
I can tell you this
You have been
My Woman of this Earth
Girl of my heart, Song melody of such soul

And, well, I ask again ...
What did the first poet on Earth say
And what did he talk about?
I say he spoke only of this love
The essence of my passions
Collected shining in my heart, for you

Through all the torrent, majestic, passionate worlds alive

Homes

For the love of you and I

Time will remember us

KingAce

Haven't seen your work in a while trueblue...always a pleasure to look upon a tad long to be honest but it was worth it, I really liked it how in the beginning it talks of what the first poet would have said then leads transitions into his life and him saying things; Just wonderful although I enjoyed the entire poem this stanza in particular I loved

With a subtle word
And a warm inviting look and your silent charm
You showed me your beauty
Such beauty
A privacy held under
Cool composure
O, Gina, my woman of the earth
You have shown me
Eternity's intention
And motion

This was truely an amazing read; Thank you

MsJacquiiC

Yes! An amazing read no doubt ---- I'm enamored of your words PAUL - this poem is truly an amazing reverie... Oh - to be Gina! A lot of the ladies on here will be like: Damn - I wish I were Gina! Such passion bespeaks her enamored...

Simply an exquisite write PAUL! Always a pleasure to read your stuff and this poem here is no exception... KING says a "tad bit long" --- But with such soulful and soul-filled murmurs - Length dare not matter!

Enjoyed this one IMMENSELY PAUL! Thanx for sharing it - And if you so please - do comment on other poets' works --- I'm sure we'll all love your input on our stuff

Jacquii.

PaintedDiary

I will be the first to say...Damn - I wish I were Gina!! I am a fan of your work from the beginning, and you never let us down. You write extraordinarily exquisite love poetry. As we read the old classics today, of poems that are memorable, you will be remembered as one of the giants in this category, no doubt. Just seeing your name come up is an automatic must read. Beautiful!!Thank you for making me feel lovely, beautiful, and loved just by reading your poem. Take Care.

~*Painted*~