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Archive for January 2009:

Momentous Moments

Momentous Moments

Life’s a flood of moments to measure
Panned few, my own precious treasure

Lovingly placed in jeweler’s palm
Masterpiece crafted,  love psalm

Reverently deposited in safe deposit box
Moments in time -baby’s first booty sox

Hoarded first anklets of tiny darling feet
Recorded baby babble, wonderful treat

Preserved rose bud to mark love’s declaration
A temporary ring, circle of love, to emblazon

Honeymoon memories captured in photo album
Precious moments paused, frozen, love’s dictum

Wedding cake wedge placed in freezer for luck
Romance’s song parody taped by naughty puck

Locks of hair of my only love and my baby
Tiffs mock or real, moments sweet n crabby

First contract, spilled guts, hard work paid off
Baby’s stellar report, parent’s proud showoff

Comfortable old clothes, rocker and blazing fire
Fresh scalding coffee to beat winter’s snowy ire

Few stolen serene moments when busy day is done
Loving arms holding close two hearts – beats one

Sorrowful final goodbyes to revered aged parents
All rites performed, etched permanently in absence

Life giveth  life taketh,  veritable flood of moments
Sweet, sour, bitter, happy, sad, all precious events

 
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Life isn’t a matter of milestones, but of moments.
Rose Kennedy
American, Author

My life comes down to three moments: the death of my father,
meeting my husband, and the birth of my daughter.  Everything
I did previous to that just doesn’t seem to add up to very much.
Gwyneth Paltrow  American, Actress
We do not remember days, we remember moments.
 The richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.
Cesare Pavese Italian, Poet
You will find as you look back upon your life that
 the moments when you have really lived  are the
 moments when you have done things in the spirit of love.
Henry Drummond Scottish, Writer

There are moments of life that we never forget,
which brighten and brighten as time steals away.
James Gates Percival  American, Poet
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My Fav. Song

U2 Lyrics – When Will I See You Again
Ooooo-oo, Aaaa-ah

When will I see you again
When will we share precious moments
Will I have to wait forever
Or will I have to suffer and
 cry the whole night through
When will I see you again
When will our hearts beat together
Are we in love or just friends
Is this my beginning or is this the end
When will I see you again
Are we in love or just friends
Is this my beginning or is this the end
When will I see you again…
written by: K. Gamble & L. Huff

A Tryst With My Valentine

(Picture from internet- disclaimer)

A Tryst With My Valentine
 

Misty smoke pluming in suffused twilight
Wistful longings ring out shakily in the night
 

Nameless desires defying definition and hue
Unsettled pangs that refuse to come into view
 

Twisting and turning hugging self to self, insatiate
Seeking caressing arms to hold close, love initiate
 

I cry out bereft as romantic glowing moon hangs mocking
My ever hopeful eyes seek Santa to fill my wishful stocking
 

Today seems my dreams are destined to smithereens shatter
Grief wells for desires aborted as though they did not matter
 

Smothering silent screams hushing them like a sleeping babe
I close window for rest as I espy a known face, my mouth agape
 

This was the face of my dreams that had suddenly materialized
Seems like my longing and love cravings are soon to be realized
 

Fiction has become my fact, as love has emerged from my dreams
My imaginary figment is my Adonis satiating with joyous screams
 

Love satiated, desire paroxysms ebbed finally on love crest divine
Passion for passion matched on tidal wave of my dreamy valentine!!
 

I had kept my eternal tryst with my love
Destiny fulfilled, souls rise as a pair of doves
 

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Who would give a law to lovers? Love is unto itself a higher law.
Boethius Roman, Philosopher

Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips.
Percy Bysshe Shelley English, Poet

The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was.

 Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.

Come out of the circle of time / And into the circle of love.

Only from the heart Can you touch the sky.

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment.

First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.

Let the lover be disgraceful, crazy, absent-minded.

Someone sober will worry about events going badly.

Let the lover be.

Jalal ud-Din Rumi
Maulana Jalalu’ddin Rumi

Timeless Love

 (picture from internet- disclaimer)

Timeless Love
 

Lured by the beckoning sands of the desert he went
Last week in home country as though heavens sent
 

Now standing in the lovely old heritage palace suite
His spirit felt at home as instincts told him to retreat
 

Ambivalent thoughts crisscrossed in his veins in a spree
In somnolent state he picked lock of armoire in odd glee
 

Removed royal dress and regal headgear to don on self eagerly
It was a perfect fit as though waiting since eons for him strangely
 

With natural grace he wore accompanying jewels with aplomb
Feeling as though he was finally home awakened from a tomb
 

Sounds of old folk melodies and a love lament wafted in the air
Involuntarily he ran out and disappeared amidst stupefied stares
 

As though a ghost was sighted, old palace guards shivered in fear
The prince had returned reincarnated to keep vow as foretold by seer 
 

They ran to fetch the old doyen who was hanging to life by a thread
Sure her beloved would keep his word as promised on his deathbed
 

Same old love ballad finally rang out in the balmy soft desert air
Serenading with violin her beloved stood at the window with old flair
 

She snapped her life’s thread and wafted joyfully towards her lover
Embracing entwining- two lover’s souls that even time failed to severe
 

The ultimate valentine is one that is beholden to neither sun nor sand or time
Two loving souls are in reality only one, need neither reason nor rhyme!!! 

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 Come out of the circle of time / And into the circle of love.-RUMI

In true love the smallest distance is too great, and 
the greatest distance can be bridged.
Hans Nouwens 

 

True love stories never have endings.
Anonymous

True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. 
It is equal and pure, without violent  demonstrations: 
it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.
Honore de Balzac French, Novelist

The man or woman you really love will never grow old to you. 

Through the wrinkles of time,
 through the bowed frame of years,
 the warm heart union of your eternal love.
Alfred Montapert
 

But true love is a durable fire In the mind ever burning; 
Never sick, never old, never dead;
From itself never turning.
Sir Walter Raliegh
 

Those whom true love has held, it will go on holding.
Seneca 4 B.C. ? 65 A.D., Spanish-born Roman Statesman, philosopher

Love Bug

                                           (Pictures from internet- not mine)

Love Bug
 

Wandering in ancient ruins of the hilltop castle
We came across an exquisite relief of lovers artful
 

Their faces look familiar and seemed to mesmerize us awful
Four eyes became glued in fascination that made us baffle

As sun set behind the mountain peaks they came to life suddenly
Triggering a fission of fear in our bodies that was rather creepy

We tried to leave this haunted place on the trot at high speed
When suddenly my love caught me close and gave me a treat

He held me caressing mouthing endearments and giving me a peck
I inched closer holding him tight and allowed him to love me n neck

Out the blue he sank two sharp piercing fangs and had his thrill
Mesmerized and in the throes of his love I let him have his fill
 

Now two loving bats very much in love we circle this haunted castle
Dracula lovers are we destined to come alive as setting sun’s vassal!!!

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The love-bite, it is the beginning. You will be irresistible.
Bela Lugosi Austrian, Actor

Certainly Dracula did bring a hell of a lot of joy to a hell of a lot of women. 
And if this erotic quality hadn’t come out we’d have been very disappointed.
Terence Fisher British, Director

When people ask me if Dean Martin drank, let me put it this
 way. If Dracula bit Dean in the neck, he’d get a Bloody Mary.
Red Buttons American, Comedian

  
 

Gay Love

Two years they cleaved fully unto one another sans fears
Co-inhabited in one another’s flesh and spirit sans tears
Love scaled many highs, a few lows and then disappeared
She started feeling ambivalent emotions that were weird
Now when he tried to touch her, she recoiled and veered
Her love was a stranger now as new emotions appeared 
 

She felt her pulse quicken on seeing her gal pal oh so dear
Her sight triggered in her joy n an adrenalin rush in full gear
She had to control hard from throwing herself in those arms
All her pent up insatiate desires were centered in other charms
Her being had done an emotional U-turn creating much alarm
She fell in love deeply n only she could her heart cockles warm

Thus love that is a priceless wonderful gift of mankind
Created new, normally and hitherto unheard of love binds
Two souls gravitated towards each other in awe and wonder
Each fulfilling completing the other that none could asunder
Soul is genderless and thus need be not slave to any gender
Love true love is supreme and all else then ceases to matter!!

Man and woman,   man with  man or woman to woman
Now at end of day who loves whom does it really matter
Cupid strikes love in bosom of two starved seeking souls
Where innocent love sprouts and blooms full of wonder
Love in any shape, form or vessel is valuable in its ardor
Let it multiply, depleting other ills that mankind plunder

 

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I’m not homosexual, I’m not hetrosexual,
 I’m just sexual.
Michael Stipe  American, Musician

 

There is no such thing as a homosexual or
a heterosexual person. There are only homo- or
 heterosexual acts. Most people are a
mixture of impulses if not practices.
Gore Vidal American, Novelist
 

I am a writer who happens to love women.
 I am not a lesbian who happens to write.
Jeanette Winterson British, Novelist

Valentino was apparently gay or bisexual. And his two lesbian wives.
But without any question, he had sex with men.
From choice. So he was one or the other.
Cesar Romero American, Actor
 

The fact that a person loves one particular person is what is important;
the life lesson, whether you are homosexual or heterosexual,
is that you not be promiscuous, and true to one person.
Loretta Devine American, Actress
 

English culture is basically homosexual in the sense
 that the men only really care about other men.
 Germaine Greer Australian, Activist
 

I’m homosexual… How and why are idle questions. It’s a little
like wanting to know why my eyes are green.
Jean Genet French, Dramatist

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