Of Love and Lovers

"Love at first sight"

Things declared about it,

Are never close to sight,

Till the one lits the light..

Love promises and coaxes,

Of joy, fulfillment and passion,

Never speaks of hoaxes,

So much so that lovers shun cession...

Lovers make fear an enmity,

For with love, comes great courage,

Great conviction, also a naivety,

That to lovers is a relished adage...

Deep inside every lover,

There sleeps the insecurity,

Of the love threatening to waver,

Something to pollute their sweet purity...

We know what they say,

All good things come to an end,

But lovers say,

"Love lives past any end"

Ahh :)

You know, I used to think that I could claim to be a poet only if I wrote like those 18-century (or earlier..) dudes and dudettes.

But then i stumbled upon this book of poems in Mr Mano's, a lecturer in the college I go to, office. I was flipping through it and..it took me at least a week to finally admit that the stuff I was reading were poems..hmm.. :)

I borrowed the book, and about a week and a half later, I returned it after jotting some of them into my journal. Intended to copy the whole book la actually..but well, EXAMS okeh..this was therefore, very da unnecessary..Anyways, Mr Mano lent me another book :) MUCH to my delight~~

Here's one poem that caught my eye:

It's Up To You...

This life is the only one

you're given.

Look for opportunities to grow.

and never be discouraged

in your efforts to do so.

Replace your weaknesses

with positives;

take life's broken pieces

and recreate your dreams.

Never measure the future

by the past;

let yesterday become a memory

and tomorrow a promise.

Begin each day by focusing

on all that is good,

and you'll be in a position

to handle whatever comes along .

Take responsibility for

your actions;

never make excuses

for not being the best

you can be.

If you should slip,

be comforted by the thought

that we all do at times.

Determine your tomorrow

by the choices you make today,

and you'll find yourself living

in joy and triumph.

- Linda E. Knight

Musings

Bubbly, bubbly, bubbly,

Three chants of the word

Almost entices one to feel so

With a light click of the tongue...

I say, "Almost."

Alas, the opposite is much mightier,

Much overwhelming.

Sigh, goes the heart

Ah! Goes the mind

One yearns, the other pushes the damning thought

Away, away, away....

Three chants again...

Would it work some magic?

Any, if I were to attempt as much as to hope?

It is not moroseness I feel...not hopelessness

Not insecurity, even

Though the last may be a folly of truth

This, my dear

Is..

With a smile of an accomplice

Who speaks soundless thinkings,

I say...

"O, you must know.."