I wrote three love poems while I was waiting

...Bukowski seems a bit sorded, however...this whole thing was, very interesting to say the least. "Write on"! sincerely, #{:-{)}8==== docmaverick.

Enjoyed all 3 but the first 2 could be one. All enjoyable to read with an artistic play on words. I did find the 4th line poem 3, a little stumbling. It may be me,lol. Dull weather here, it has an affect on the old grey matter sometimes. Lol. Otherwise these three are terrific. Love Lyz. XX

Beautifly crafted imagery ( your little budda bellie etc ) Lyz as a point unless a comma is absent.I don't do the Rumi dance thing so that detracted from my perspective enjoyment of the content, but the executed skill of the work is quite beautiful, and latent with pathos ,and longing,with an Avante- garde style that is delightful, with that tickling Ann humor, wittily holding togeather the edges.What a poet! B

No. 1 is just beautiful...plaintive Peace Sofie

These are your poems. If there was not a signature present, they would still be your poems. I have been drinking red wine. Perhaps it has coloured my lenses. ... this anguish, this fire of separation, this cruel, beautiful world\ so beautiful and cruel, gathering in for the kill, killing me again and again, an easy death, So many ironies. That fear of each other and, in result, the shun, one of the other. Then we find love around corners where pedestrians are barred. Too much, too little. Where cruelty seers then moves into infrared; the beauty of difference. Where once beauty is in the cheeks, that vibrance of reproduction, then moves to the scars, where commonality resides. Where love will brings us inevitably to loss, the lucky loss of the grave's grief, if we are deserving. Then how does the heart beat? It is the beat of grief. Can we not say that love is a form of grief. That grief is a form of love. The in-separateness of existence in all its glories. Brian

tears will flow to extingish the fire of separation ... love will always be standing in the mirror of grief .. next to you and we will always shine a light in you and when all else falls .. I will be here Love Jayne x x

I personaly thought it was great as one poem, I am not sure if it would have been appreaciated as much seperatly. Thanks for sharing. I usualy learn something new. I can't always say that. Julie D.D.

Kaila... With have a great fondness of redheads myself the first one hit me rather hard, and if it was me then yes I'd eat your chocolates eyes for sure lol! Morrison and Hanson & Davis singing hungry for your love for sure there! The second has a daintily feel mixed with classic love poetry posed on a page and our herats are well feed by the belly of Buddha himself his temple incensed with the fragence of rose petals and warm ink. Simply beautiful. The third is so sorrowful and full of heartbreak that is often the signature of love loss and lorn but the reflection and mirror phrases makes this stand out... and I wonder is this you now? I hope not at this time of year!? All three have your trademark notch on them but all have a their own feeling placed in the heart of it to make you sad or happy or even both at the same time. Very emotionally invigorating! Fine writes! Dale :)

Is love and life,He and he the same ? Your poetry answers much in riddles that leave the mind a whirl and the soul touched. My favourite was if I told you I have grown colourless with age, and if I asked you to love me anyway, Would you? Best wishes and Happy Hogmany Seabhac