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Popularity is in the mind of men
and women. Boys dream, girls
complain without doing the work.
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Love as mushy sentiment is
unreality, the drivel that entraps
women and men in deadlock
because talking of actual feelings
for each other and the world
is forbidden.
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Hearts doing all measures
of impossible pirouettes, traipsing,
and all wise possible raptures
thick as a syrupy liquid to puddle
at the feet of the beloved.
.
Truth, like actual love, roils
across the sky out of reach. It
has become an institution, prelude
to seven years of marriage,
children, lots of romanticized
words, and a bit of pleasure besides.
.
He is responsible, she is dedicated
and unwavering, though unhappy.
Middle aged, his eye more than
roves. She reconsiders options.
The hormones are leaving like
an overlong house guest.
.
The while, real love sits in the corner
armchair sucking on a straw between a
gap-toothed grin.
.
Lady A
09-12-12
124p
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Courtship rituals can be fun,
Courtship rituals can be fun, and they can be misery as well. If it were all objective plain talk,why would we need poetry?
My Secret River
Okay For Poetry
Exactly ~A~~
Continuing through your poems
I am rapidly becoming a fan! I love the tone of the poems I have read, the way the phrases just seem to grow naturally out of each other. Few poets have this effect on me.
Starward
When A Poet
. . . of your skill and insights reads my work, I am encouraged to continue to write, being appreciated. Warmth, towards you, Lady A
Incredible and real write!
Incredible and real write! Totally went mush over this one! Wonderfully done! Cheers SS
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Much Mushy
The poet writes, the poet (smoothly) reads, the poet blushes, the reader mushes and gushes in rushes...u r 2 muchy kindly - Lady A