Wednesday, March 26, 2014

LOVE POETRY

 
LOVE POETRY
 
 
By
 
 
FRANK A VOLLMER
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 

 
SHE WHO NEVER SLEEPS
 
 
 
God is himself Love, and it is because of love that we pursue him. In his ineffable majesty he is our Father, but in the comfort ‘ he extends to us he has become our mother. Yes, the Father in his love became a woman, and the Son whom he brought forth from himself is strong proof of this.
 
 
 
 
SO SAYS THE HOLY MAN CLEMENT
IN THE COMFORT HE EXTENDS
HE BECOMES OUR MOTHER
 
HOW REASSURING
BEHIND THE TRADITIONAL
HARSH FACE OF THE FATHER
THERE IS A WOMAN
WATCHING OVER US
 
SHE WHO WATCHES OVER ME
IS PATTERNED
AFTER SUCH A GOD
 
THROUGH ALL MY PHYSICAL AFFLICTIONS
AND DEEP DEPRESSION
SHE HAS BEEN WITH ME
TENDING ME
NURSING ME
CHASING AWAY SHADOWS
PULLING ME TOWARD THE LIGHT
 
WITHOUT A GRUMBLE
WELL MAYBE A LITTLE
SHE’S NO SAINT
WELL MAYBE IN TRAINING
 
EVEN NOW I MUST BE QUIET
IF I MAKE A NOISE
OUT OF THE DARKNESS I HEAR
ARE YOU ALRIGHT
 
 
HOW DID I MANAGE
TO HAVE SUCH A PEARL
 
 
WITH APOLOGIES TO DAVID I SAY
SHE NEITHER SLUMBERS
NOR SLEEPS
WHO WATCHES OVER ME
 
IF THESE ARE THE FINAL DAYS OF MY JOURNEY
I COULD NOT ASK FOR A BETTER COMPANION
TO WATCH THE SUNSET COME DOWN
A GLORIOUS FINISH
 
 
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RIPPLES OF LOVE
 
 
 
THERE FLOWED BETWEEN THEM
SUCH A DEPTH OF LOVE
THAT OTHERS IN THEIR COMPANY
FELT ITS WARMTH
AND WITHOUT KNOWING WHY
TREATED OTHERS KINDLY
 
LIKE A RAINDROP IN A POOL
IT SENT OUT RIPPLES
THAT BROKE THE MOON
INTO MANY SILVER PIECES
EACH PIECE CARRIED ITS LIGHT
INTO DARK PLACES
 
TO WHOM MUCH IS GIVEN
MUCH IS EXPECTED
THEY CARRIED THEIR BURDEN LIGHTLY
THIS LOVE
THAT THEY MUST SHARE
 
THEY SUFFERED NO LOSS
IN THEIR REACHING OUT
FOR LOVE THAT IS GIVEN
RETURNS INCREASED
 
AND WHERE THEY WALKED
FLOWERS BLOOMED
AND THE SUN SHONE
ON A KINDLY LAND
 
 
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HOUSE BLESSING
 
BLESS OH LORD
OUR HOUSE OF LOVE
WHERE YOU DWELL
AS WELCOME GUEST
LET YOUR SUN
FILL EVERY CORNER
MAY YOU DRAW
FROM US THE BEST
 
BLESS MY PARTNER
GENTLE MAIDEN
SOFTEN TEAR
AND HEIGHTEN SMILE
MAY THIS PLACE
BE SANCTUARY
WHERE WE IN LOVE
MAY REST AWHILE
 
BUT WE SHALL NOT
WITHDRAW FROM LIVING
FOR LOVE YOU GIVE
IS MADE FOR SHARING
SO MAY OUR HOUSE
BE TESTIMONY
THAT GOD IS LOVE
AND HE IS CARING
 
 
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ANNIVERSARY
 
 
 
THE THOUGHT OF ANNIVERSARY
IS THE RECALLING
OF SOMETHING
THAT MIGHT HAVE BEEN FORGOTTEN
 
BUT I CAN SAY
THAT SINCE I FIRST LOVED YOU
FIRST FROM AFAR
THEN UP CLOSE
TILL FINALLY AS ONE
 
MY LOVE FOR YOU
HAS NEVER NEEDED REMINDING
 
ANNIVERSARIES ARE NUMBERS
AND HAVE ENDINGS
 
MY LOVE IS FOREVER
IT WILL NEVER END
 
THERE IS NO REMEMBERING SOMETHING
THAT HAS NEVER BEEN FORGOTTEN
 
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ARIRANG
 
 
 
ARIRANG
ARIRANG
 
A MOUNTAIN
IN THE MIST
 
ARIRANG
ARIRANG
 
MY LOVER FADING SLOWLY
IN THE MIST
 
THE MIST IS LIFTING
HE IS GONE
 
MAY HIS FEET HURT
BEFORE HE GOES A MILE
 
ARIRANG
ARIRANG
 
MAY EVERY BONE IN HIS FEET HURT
AS MY HEART HURTS
 
THE PAINS IN MY HEART
ARE AS NUMEROUS
AS THE STARS
 
WHAT DID WE ARGUE OVER
I DO NOT KNOW
SOME LOVER’S FANTASY
 SOME WOUNDED PRIDE
 
ARIRANG
ARIRANG
 
I WANT HIM BACK
HIS FEET BOTHERED
BY SOME PEBBLE IN HIS SHOE
QUICKLY REMOVED

 
BUT WAIT
IN STARLIGHT
DO I SEE
MY LOVER COMING BACK
TO ME
NOT HOBBLING
BUT ON NIMBLE FEET
 
 
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PROVERBS
 
 
I HAVE AN ARGUMENT WITH PROVERBS
THEIR DESCRIPTION OF A GOOD WIFE
IT LOOKS LIKE A LIST FOR HIRING HELP
I THINK IT SMACKS OF WORKS RIGHTEOUSNESS
MY WIFE LOVES ME
AND I LOVE HER
 FROM THAT FLOWS GOOD
LIKE GRACE FREELY GIVEN
LIKE DEEDS FREELY DONE
THROUGH GOOD TIMES AND BAD
AS AGE WITHERS AND BEAUTY FADES
THERE STILL IS HEARD
THE VOICE OF THE TURTLE
 I AM A BLESSED MAN
 
 
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LOVERS
 
 
 
 
THE LEGEND GOES
THAT TWO LOVERS
DISPLEASED THE GODS
WHO CAST THEM TO THE SKY
TO BE STARS
THAT NEVER PASSED
 
I DON’T BELIEVE
IN SUCH A GOD
HOW ELSE TO EXPLAIN
YOU
 
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THE RENDEZVOUS
 
 
MAYBE I WANTED IT TO HAPPEN TO THEM
BECAUSE I WANTED IT TO HAPPEN TO ME
I KNEW WHAT THEY FELT         
THOSE LOVERS ON THE MATCH BOX
WHO ON MILLIONS OF COPIES OF THE MATCH BOX
STARED        LONGED       LOVED
BUT NEVER TOUCHED
FROZEN AS IF BY SOME ANCIENT CURSE
EACH ONE REACHING
BUT NEVER TOUCHING
BUT NEVER SAD
THEIR LOVE HAD BEEN CAUGHT
IN THE MOMENT OF REACHING
PERHAPS IT WAS THAT INTENSE DESIRE
THAT MADE IT HAPPEN
AT THAT MAGIC HOUR OF THE NIGHT
WITH THE MOON LIKE A BOWL GATHERING DREAMS
SPILLING DREAM’S FULFILLMENT UPON THE LOVERS
THEY RAN TO KISS
TILL THE DAWN CAME UP
AND FLED TO ALL THE BOXES
NOT SEPARATE NOW
BUT JOINED FOREVER
SMILE ON ME MOON
IN THE MORNING SKY
I WILL NOT FALTER
IN MY REACHING
 
 
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