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“Just like a rose, our love
unfolds itself with time.
From its beginning bud,
a blooming most sublime.
And with each passing year,
such sweeter scent it yields.
Come laughter or come tears,
more petals are revealed.”
― John Mark Green

“To the sea
To the sea
We dived
Naked bodies, dressed with the night.”
― G. P. Moci, A LONG VERSE OF SORROW

“Tonight
this night
I can write and describe the entire world
Two green eyes
Her brown hairs
Behind the window,
thru the glass”
― G. P. Moci, Isabella

“next to the bed
a couple of lilies
and two cigarettes
smoke like cloud
quiet like loud
sun and fire”
― G. P. Moci, Isabella

“وما اللغة سوى أنت بحروف كثيرة
كامل فرحان صالح”
― كامل فرحان صالح

“An eternity caught within a feeling is called love.”
― Laura Chouette

“There must be a connection with these skies
that I can't utter
Oh! dying sky
let my love be this melancholy
and my lover be this aloof!”
― Yarro Rai

“No one said my name quite like you I was thunder when I spilled out of your mouth.”
― Sakshi Narula, Lover

“People may not be perfect
but their love is.”
― Laura Chouette

“Sometimes
you look at someone
and never think
of them again

Sometimes
you look at someone
and are never
the same again”
― Kirsten Robinson, Evergreen

“There is always more love hidden under your veil. Ever deeper, ever richer, ever more complex. Tonight I surrender my seeking eyes and relinquish the rudder of my mind so you can lay course to your perfect sea, and I can have a peek.”
― Lance Isakov

“SERVANT. Have mercy upon your servant, my queen!

QUEEN. The assembly is over and my servants are all gone. Why do you come at this late hour?

SERVANT. When you have finished with others, that is my time.
I come to ask what remains for your last servant to do.

QUEEN. What can you expect when it is too late?

SERVANT. Make me the gardener of your flower garden.

QUEEN. What folly is this?

SERVANT. I will give up my other work.
I will throw my swords and lances down in the dust. Do not send me to distant courts; do not bid me undertake new conquests.
But make me the gardener of your flower garden.

QUEEN. What will your duties be?

SERVANT. The service of your idle days.
I will keep fresh the grassy path where you walk in the morning, where your feet will be greeted with praise at every step by the flowers eager for death.
I will swing you in a swing among the branches of the saptaparna, where the early evening moon will struggle to kiss your skirt through the leaves.
I will replenish with scented oil the lamp that burns by your bedside, and decorate your footstool with sandal and saffron paste in wondrous designs.

QUEEN. What will you have for your reward?

SERVANT. To be allowed to hold your little fists like tender lotus-buds and slip flower chains over your wrists; to tinge the soles of your feet with the red juice of ashoka petals and kiss away the speck of dust that may chance to linger there.

QUEEN. Your prayers are granted, my servant, you will be the gardener of my flower garden.”
― Rabindranath Tagore, The Gardener

“Saturday Sonnet by Stewart Stafford

The Bard once wrote that love is blind,
Desire’s muslin cloth veils the eyes behind,
As a hog for truffles nosing in dirt,
The human sniffs out a way to flirt,
Flippant words become overture,
And a dungeon-dweller emerges pure,
Love’s great story blossoming anew,
Past indiscretions in a penitent’s pew,
Hearts as one, a confluence of minds,
Time to think of the tie that binds,
Sure of footing and glad of heart
Wheels turning on a bridal cart,
Handsome husband, pretty wife,
Set out together in this thing called life.

© Stewart Stafford, 2021. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“A million morrows returned,
But many more yesterdays had already gone
And I still asked her for a million more
i asked her for those tomorrows
which haven't seen their dawn.”
― G. P. Moci, A LONG VERSE OF SORROW

“Her eyes can ease the pain of the pains
for them and that's how I Love
without an end.”
― G. P. Moci, A LONG VERSE OF SORROW

“If fate is to shake me
I won't break

If fate is to wake me up
I will not stop my dream

if life is to end me
Then in beauty I will sleep”
― G. P. Moci, A LONG VERSE OF SORROW

“people turned to rust
Only because even the dust,
even the dust refused
to accept them.”
― G. P. Moci, A LONG VERSE OF SORROW

“God made Eve out of Adam
Capitalism made ken out of barbie”
― G. P. Moci, Isabella

“The Xanax idols
Pipe and needles icons,
The generation of hysteria,
(Lazy youth looking...for prosperity)
human rights lost in austerity.”
― G. P. Moci, Isabella

“Inspire love and galaxies swirl, planets turn, and new movements are born. Inspire love, and from the spoiled limits that lay in its wake, will emerge life's ever-new heart-quake.”
― Lance Isakov

“Love exists outside of space. So fill yourself up and reach towards the outer edges. Like an undetectable extension charm. There will always be more room to spread.”
― Lance Isakov

“Stop teasing me and tell me the way through your illusive atmosphere. I know, I know, directions are useless in the constant birthing of love. And, I must lose my mind, learn that left means right, and then give myself fully to love's nonsensical urgency.”
― Lance Isakov

“The Burning Chorus by Stewart Stafford

As clawed lightning, love strikes without warning to scorch the heart,
And, as it is painful to be born, love, make love, and die,
So we may surmise that life itself is pain in different guises,
Some unwelcome interlopers but all necessary.

More than passing sensations,
We are shocked into living,
And in that shock, the heart plots a different course,
To beat for the first time or quicken with excitement or cease.

Sometimes we stray into pleasure’s realms,
Diverted there unknowing,
And resolve to be passengers no more,
But masters of when and where the burning chorus strikes.

© Stewart Stafford, 2021. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“A Dingbat Lover (The Sonnet)

Better be a dingbat in love,
Than play ping-pong with hearts.
Better be bonkers in sacrifice,
Than an arrogant smartypants.
Better give all without reserve,
Than be selfish and just take.
Better be wiped out in service,
Than take greed to your grave.
Better look idiot and learn,
Than be proud and stagnant.
Better be trusting and cheated,
Than a cynic scraping love's remnant.
There is no guarantee in life and love.
If you want guarantee open a liquor shop.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Girl Over God: The Novel

“How to Love (The Sonnet)

How do I love thee?
Lemme count the ways.
No wait, why bother counting,
When I can shower you with praise!
When there's sunshine on your face,
Lemme drink it like miracle syrup.
When your soul is blue and cloudy,
Lemme be your personal stand-up.
Your achievements are my own,
As such they boost my swag.
When you are mad at yourself,
Lemme be your punching bag.
Give me your body or not, I don't care.
I just wanna be there to wipe your every tear.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Girl Over God: The Novel

“My Sight is You (The Sonnet)

My sight is you,
My faith is you.
I give all to thee,
For my life is you.
In my heart are you,
In my soul are you.
I can live without air,
But not without you.
My heaven is you,
My treasure is you.
I don't need no palace,
All I want is you.
My science is you, my art is you.
The morning of my mind is you.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Earthquakin' Egalitarian: I Die Everyday So Your Children Can Live

“Will You Be My Poetry (The Sonnet)

You keep calling me a poet,
I embrace the sentiment but not the title.
I may have some power over words,
But the words themselves are nothing valuable.
It's the world behind the words that matters,
A world where all walls collapse and wither.
Once you wake up to that world,
Save human, all other titles disappear.
In that world of oneness you shall discover,
My words are not the real poetry.
My true poetry is your own humanness,
I am but a reflection of your struggling humanity.
So let's get rid of this poet and reader business!
You be my poetry, I'll be your pages.”
― Abhijit Naskar, Giants in Jeans: 100 Sonnets of United Earth

“Will you be my poetry?”
― Abhijit Naskar, Giants in Jeans: 100 Sonnets of United Earth

“But for him
I can write a love poem”
― T.S. Curtis, Shades of Blue

“It seemed almost instantaneous.

Just how quickly he turned from a question,
to the answer.”
― Jesse Warner, where i am