ATTEMPTED LOVE SONNET.
I’ve attempted a sonnet about you.
How I love you. How much I care for you.
Others may think what does that amount to,
the poem’s metaphors staring at you.
Well, yes, it attempts to catch your beauty.
The words to describe, as if with a kiss.
Perhaps it’s read as a lovelorn duty,
this effort to say what captures my bliss.
But it sought in its way to be a song.
With a romantic rhythm and heart beat.
A hope for joy there, too, dancing along.
Excitement that sings whenever we meet.
A love sonnet, not meant to travel far.
It’s already connected to a star.
POSSIBLE LOVE SONG.
Did you say we could like one another?
Did you mean, as friends or even closer?
Both of us knowing things to discover.
Whether we get on and come back for more.
Did you say you could spend some time with me?
Did you mean as a couple together?
Such precious moments in proximity,
Could perhaps be remembered forever.
Did you say, may decide to go with me?
Did you mean personal relationship?
Just us two involved romantically.
Even intimately. You care a bit.
Actually, care a lot, I would hope.
Did you say, and mean, you too had that hope.
FACING DANGER TOGETHER.
We will survive a terrorist attack.
When our boat sinks, we will swim our way back.
Avoid drug killers who are high on crack.
Get out from under a multiple scrap.
Can we sustain this terrifying life?
when routine boredom could be less stressful.
Let’s feed our danger-loving appetite,
but dodge the bullets. Be safe after all.
Where we’re excluded from, we’ll gain entry.
Evade capture climbing over the wall.
If later caught and imprisoned, break free.
In tightest situations, we’ll stay cool.
It’s a risk alright for our partnership.
In crisis, to work our way out of it.
LONELY FOR A TEXT.
“I am lonely for a text” message sent.
Some hoped for responses not forthcoming,
Yet the heartfelt expression was well meant.
Wanted communications not coming.
Inbox denuded of instant and new.
Although past cursory comments are there.
No valediction within their review.
Viewings equivalent to a blank stare.
Similarly, with my own sent items.
I was witty, some jokes and some photos.
Thought would elicit fuller response to them,
but, if at all, the barest reply shows.
Unloved, perhaps. Close to feeling that’s raw.
Then vibrating ping, “Be lonely no more”.
LOVE WHEN YOU’RE OLD.
What can we say about love when we’re old?
The physical pushed aside by frailty.
Urgent passions gone ‘though once they made bold.
The aim of pursuit lost its clarity.
But there’s love, more gentle in its grandeur.
Care and respectful affection abides.
Amazing that the connection endures.
Yet it’s what’s still there, the love that resides.
A bond that is a lasting commitment.
Being together, mutually so.
What’s possible, in this predicament
of aging setbacks, incredibly grows.
Sadly lacking the binding seal of lust.
But love holds, to show continual trust.
Possessor of a passionate nature.
So not emotionally retarded.
Assure you, ‘a lover not a hater’.
My violence has long since departed.
But not for desire; desire for loving.
For close encounters, the most important.
To explain myself is all I’m asking.
To talk freely in friendship a portent.
Passion, maybe in my soul; in my mind.
I want to impart some of it to you.
A climbing plant whose leaves could be entwined.
My feelings through the trellis coming through.
Does this constitute romanticism?
Whether you care at all, your decision.
OVER THE TOP.
A song bird could not sing better for you.
Sky not appear more of a sunny blue.
A rose could not be any redder, too.
Cannot give more than all my heart to you.
A jewel, glint and glitter its best for you.
Mountain stream, the purest water come through.
Newborn appear as beautiful and new.
Cannot give more than all my soul to you.
A master paints his finest art for you.
Words not be spoken that could be more true.
Cinderella’s prince, to slip on the shoe.
Cannot give more than all of me to you.
Try for best poems that can do, for you.
Cannot give more than all my love to you.
FILM SCRIPT SYNOPSIS.
What will there be, when the past’s uncovered?
When secret information is disclosed.
One can’t pretend to remain unbothered,
when an old light on the new is imposed.
Will guilt be a message that is conveyed?
The person and context misunderstood.
Those hearing the sorry tale then dismayed.
And later, denied the space to make good.
Too much to hope that Love will overlook?
Can’t expect it of a person once touched.
Criticized for not playing by the book.
Down the toilet then, will that Love be flushed?
Or, reassessing as priority
Love, placed ahead of the past’s enmity.
A little song dedicated to you.
Not short in its love, only in its size.
Enough for my heart’s music to pass through
And the longer symphony it implies.
A little song admiring you greatly.
Verse or two; my best intentions within.
Natural to love and sing innately.
You, beautiful, in the lyrics written.
Alluded to, the passion and desire
that even now link us both together.
Song’s words encompassing to show entire.
With chorus we’d be singing, forever.
The content limitless, ‘though song at brink.
It just says enough, love sonnet succinct.