Love and Walls

By Thandiwe Mapi

Love and walls

Walls, intended to bring security
Walls to ensure of no scrutiny
Walls to keep us unscathed
Walls so unbreakable, and so inviting

Walls built without knowing
Of owner's knowledge
Causing uncertainty, leading to destitute
Tall and rigid,
For all to notice,
Without quivering

Why walls and tomorrows
Why an order of things with love.

Security and comfort I seek
Unbreakable it should be,
But dear Lord, let I not deprive any being
Let I encompass,
In my sanctuary

Let me furnish love openly and wall-lessly
Let me value nature
In case I forget how to adore, let me eternally
Learn the joys of loving.

T. Mapi

My heart

I think of all the colours of sorrow
I see black as the intense colour of sorrow
I see life as rejecting of my contribution
I see only grey skies, no birds singing lullabies

I cry and mourn, ask why
I look deep within and find whys
I see a helpless heart thumping for the sake of it
I look hard into my heart
I then inform myself to get up

My heart leads the way to getting me up
With my heart I learn to crawl, get up
Because my heart won't give up
I have learnt to do likewise
As long as I live, I love my heart

T. Mapi

Never too far

Hills and mountains
Rivers and oceans
Towns and cities
Faces and characters
All these amid us
But we are never too far

Hours to days
Days to weeks
Weeks to months
Months to years
Without seeing us
No tremendous moments to share
Yet, we are never too far

Hearts matted jointly
In the equivalent bit
In the identical strength
Hearts thumping as one
Giving a pledge that
We are never too far...

We are never too far
Because we part to convene
To share and live life as shaped for us
Mountains and oceans are of no significance
We are, and we always will be never too far...

T. Mapi

About author: My Name is Thandiwe Mapi, i am not a poet but i love poetry and i believe in the sense it makes to unravel things. I believe in love and its importance in grooming us into who we are. My poetry might not have the necessary rhime that is required in poetry but it puts forward my feelings about that particular topic, in most cases it is love.

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For A Sunday Afternoon

By Dennis Siluk Ed.D.

1) The Sun, and Coffee at Starbucks

The sun has no door today-but it's looking for one;
its face is in the window-slightly, it has white bright
knuckles this afternoon-
It drags its Sunday rays along the profile of my face.
The trees outside, from where I sit, across from me
through the window,
are porky-pine green, and beyond those, are peach
colored balconies.
I'm at 'Starbucks,' Benavides: the walls have long
stretched out pictures, of a weird coffee pot,
tables, circles, coffee cups, and musical things, things
like horns and notes, and so forth...!
My latte is strong, I like it like that, and I sip on it,
while reading: Shelley, Dylan Thomas, and Plath.

There are no clouds today in Lima, just mist from the
ocean, mixed into the atmosphere, a lazy
lazy mist at that; a stiff and thick kind of mist, like
soup-with slow moving feet, for I can see patches
of blue beyond it, and the sun, the sun I so love
seeping through a porthole or two, still looking for
that door.

#2362 4-27-2008

2) Intrusion (Poetic Prose, and Confessional Poetry)

When I was a young man, I was likened to terrified fish, an alcoholic that is what I was back then, not how I wanted to be. It is forty-years now. I know now I was better off with no father, thus, I had to row my way to where I am today, through a generation of vipers. Mother was always fearful I'd become nothing more than driftwood, but thick salt kept me up, and I didn't know (floating just above my neck). My mother and brother were happy (perhaps the only ones) when I somehow slipped through the keyhole and finally opened the shut door and joined the opposite continents. A late bloomer you might say.

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Man On Fire; If I Walked With You In The Garden

By Peter Ponzio

Man on Fire

Red flames descend from the sky,
Burning into the depths of his eyes,
And crackle as they engulf his hair,
In tongues of fire.

The eyes, the eyes, stare out in
Placid indifference, while all around
Tongues of flame lick at the very air
Combusting in the night.

No stars here; no limned moon;
No serene reflections on the fiery
Pools below; only fire and burning,
And passion sleeping in those lidded eyes.

Saint or madman? Artist or lunatic?
Does it matter to a man on fire?
Can mere words express the desire
That fanned the flames into a conflagration,

And set the canvas alight? Oh, I long
For a flame to consume my desire,
To quench the thirst of my longing,
To plunge headfirst into the flames

That destroy all conscious thought,
All empty lies, all words written on
Cracked parchment. I long for the
Purity of fire, the peace of flames.


If I walked with you in the Garden

If I walked with you in the garden,
Like Adam or Ezekiel, or your friend
Enoch, I would not ask you why.
Instead I'd thank you for the
World you made, for the stars
In the skies, the birds of the
Air, the fish of the sea, and all
The creatures that abound there.
And I'd ask your help to preserve
These things, so that we don't
Destroy in one selfish moment
What took you six days to build.

If I walked with you in the garden,
I'd ask that you make man's
Burden light enough to bear;
That you give us strength to accept
What we must, and courage to do
What must be done. I'd ask that
You give us wisdom, so that we
Could be as merciful to one
Another, as you are to us.
I'd ask that you grant us tolerance
So that we stop the senseless
Bloodshed that masquerades
As belief in you.

If I walked with you in the garden,
I'd show you my heart, and ask
That you repair it, so that
I could always do what you require.
I'd ask for a song to sing so
That men might remember their
True calling, and not the vain
Lusting after things to make
Them forget.

And when at last my time draws near,
I hope that I have done enough with
What I've been given, that I be
Allowed to walk with you in the garden.

About Author

Peter Ponzio, the author of Children of the Night, is a CPA with over 30 years experience in Corporate Finance, holding positions as divergent as Treasurer, VP of Sales Administration, Vice President of IT, and General Manager of an internet start-up company in the late 1990s, and CFO at a subsidiary of a Fortune 100 company.

Mr. Ponzio graduated with a degree in English literature from Loyola University of Chicago, and is currently attending Northwestern University in pursuit of an MA in Literature.

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Love Quotes

Yeats once wrote:

"But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams”.
The world of literature is filled with romantic love quotes and it is interesting to study the various styles and ways in which poets have expressed their love. The quote mentioned earlier is a typical example of Yeats’s writing style and is often referred to as ‘dark romance’ for its ironic yet poignant style.

Contrary to popular belief, love quotes are not written as quotes and the quote mentioned earlier is an excerpt from Yeats’s poem titled “He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven”.

Romantic poems and love quotes are used in greeting cards, everyday writing and even in motion pictures. Although Yeats has never been considered the most romantic poet born, Lord Byron is well known for his romantic poetry and is the author of popular love quotes like

“She walks in beauty, like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that's best of dark and bright meet in her aspect and her eyes:

Thus mellow'd to that tender light which heaven to gaudy day denies”.
Like Yeats, Byron has written poems that are ‘miserable’, but Byron’s writing style is considered far more romantic and there are hundreds of love quotes that can be selected from Byron’s poetry.

P.B. Shelley on the other hand, has a more direct and philosophical approach to love. To quote a love quote from Shelley’s ‘Love's Philosophy’:
“The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single,
All things by a law divine
In one another's being mingle -
Why not I with thine?”

As is apparent, Shelley has a completely different approach to romance and is more ‘direct’. Although the term romantic poetry only emerged in the 18th and 19th century, poets like William Blake, Lord Byron, Samuel Taylor Coleridge, Percy Bysshe Shelley, William Wordsworth and John Keats are believed to be the great romantic British poets of their time. Interestingly, it was Yeats that once wrote that his was the generation of “the last romantics”.
What is equally true about romantic poetry and love quotes is that, each poet is ideally suited for a particular purpose.

Depending on the situation, a person can choose from a variety of poems. For a gentler and less intense love quote Shelley is the ideal poet, whereas for an intense quote Blake is undeniably the best choice. On the other hand, if you are looking for a love quote that can express deep love and true emotion then Yeats is perhaps the best choice. Similarly, Byron’s poetry is filled with love quotes that can compliment a loved one.

If you are looking for love quotes or poems that will help you express your love a look at some of the poets mentioned above is a must.

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Greatest 10 Love Quotes of All Time for Valentine's Day

If you have it [Love], you don't need to have anything else, and if you don't have it, it doesn't matter much what else you have.

- James M. Barrie

Love doesn't make the world go round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile.

-Franklin Jones

You are the only incense I burn upon the altar of my soul.

- KM MacKinnon
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Love is a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered by imagination.

- Voltaire

At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.

-Plato

Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

- Robert Frost

Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.

- Henry Louis Mencken

I love you - those three words have my life in them.

- by Alexandrea to Nicholas III

Death cannot stop true love; it can only delay it for a little while."

~The Princess Bride

A beauty is a woman you notice; A charmer is one who notices you.

-Adlai Stevenson

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Fading In The Dark

Fading in the dark;
Only you are watching helplessly so far
Will you come closer or just stay and watch?
I will know if the time comes.

The life-cycle of love, the chain of love,
Or maybe you never lock with me.
Sadness comes to my heart as the time is coming,
No wall no raing but you still not come,
what I can here is the word "SORRY".
But that is enough.

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Days of Me

Days of Me

When people say they miss me,

I think how much I miss me too,

Me, the old me, the great me,

Lover of three women in one day,

Modest me, the best me, friend

To waiters and bartenders, hearty

Laugher and name rememberer,

Proud me, handsome and hirsute

In soccer shoes and shorts

On the ball fields behind MIT,

Strong me in a weightbelt at the gym,

Mutual sweat dripper in and out

Of the sauna, furtive observer

Of the coeducated and scantily clad,

Speedy me, cyclist of rivers,

Goose and peregrine falcon

Counter, all season venturer,

Chatterer-up of corner cops,

Groundskeepers, mothers with strollers,

Outwitter of panhandlers and bill

Collectors, avoider of levies, excises,

Me in a taxi in the rain,

Pressing my luck all the way home.

That’s me at the dice table, baby,

Betting come, little Joe, and yo,

Blowing the coals, laying thunder,

My foot on top a fifty dollar chip

Some drunk spilled on the floor,

Dishonest me, evener of scores,

Eager accepter of the extra change,

Hotel towel pilferer, coffee spoon

Lifter, fervent retailer of others’

Fumor, blackhearted gossiper,

Poisoner at the well, dweller

In unsavory detail, delighted sayer

Of the vulgar, off course belier

Of the true me, empiric builder

Newly haircutted, stickerer-up

For pals, jam unpriser, medic

To the self-inflicted, attorney

To the self-indicted, petty accountant

And keeper of the double books,

Great divider of the universe

And all its forms of existence

Into its relationship to me,

Fellow trembler to the future,

Thin air gawker, apprehender

Of the frameless door.

-Stuart Dischell

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In a pulse

In a pulse
In the way
my heart quickens
in a pang,
in a desperate left-turn sidestep
whirling girliganhula crazy
absence
what are you finding?
Behind your couch,
in candles blown out

I am finding pieces of you
wrapped up in old socks
held together
with mangy hair-ties,
in between a particle of dust
and a dead fly’s abandoned leg
you are there
or more, what you were
and what you passed to me -
with a sense of martyrdom & legacy-
is becoming slowly my self-awareness,
my left-turn right-march
falling on the floorjump up dedication,
my striveand drive

and yes,
In a pulse
In the way my heart quickens
I hear what you taught meand can no longer uphold,
urging
me onwards
and up.

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