love poems
-1- Carpe diem
She said to seize the day
when I found her
smiling back at me
on my computer screen
I wanted to seize the day
and be with her
I wanted
to be with her
but I had to seize something else
my feelings
my smiles
my anticipation
that maybe
just maybe
one day I would meet this beauty
wrapped in tender sweetness
and smart wit
she wants poetry
and poetry she will get
on the hour
every hour
in my mind and in my heart
poetry she will get
by the breeze going North
and by the wings of butterflies
Poetry she will get
when she feels the sun on her face
and when she reads Tolstoy
who said: “love is God”
if love is God
Then I am a proffet
delivering a message to my beloved
That I will send her verses
from the Koran
from the bible
and from every book of our maker
so I can let her know
in all the languages God invented
that I am in love
with her
at this very moment
which I seize.
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-2- Symphonies of Love
You tell me
love is a symphony
I ask
where is the melody?
where is
the melody?
of your voice
whispering in my ear
waking me with passion
notes cannot explain
or fathom
You tell me love
is a symphony
I listen
I hear it
loud in the silence
of my total
infatuation with you
loud in the silence
of notes not on a page
but in my heart
going up and down
and down and up
making sounds
only you can hear
You tell me
love is a symphony
I hold my violin
trying to say something
but your face is smiling
you can already hear
the music
with my bow touching no strings
The music between you and I
is based on essence
on surreal understanding
with no words
and no notes
and no instruments
we both want
but cannot have
and that my darling
is just too beautiful
Lets remain silent
let the music play
not to our ears
but in our hearts
and then one day
when I look into your eyes
and our lips melt into each other
the symphony will be heard aloud
by the entire universe
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-3- My muse
My muse knows not
what affect she has on me
I had erected walls
around my soul
but they came tumbling down
when I saw her picture
when I sensed her
dancing to Shakira
next to me
My muse knows not
how she has rocked
my ebb and flow
of yummy lines
describing her
saying to all
I am in love
with someone
whose voice I have heard not
and with someone
whose face I have touched
not
My muse knows not
I am a master chef in
Algerian and French cooking
even if in my head
the plates will exude stature
transforming the egg salad
into a Pot de Creme
and the bologna sandwich
into a Berber and Moorish concoctions
as we feast
on delectable edible
lust
Mu muse loves black
to no surprise
the color of mystery
the color of history
of Shahrazad
and Egyptian wonders
the color of dreams
as they carry me into
her surrender
the color of love
in waiting
My muse says
a little prayer
sending me vibes of comfort
and wishes of the day
we become a reality
until them
the dreams will continue
in black
and I will feast
on egg salad
and bologna sandwiches
as I watch the walls
tumbling down
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-4- Coffee Shop
I am sitting at the Coffee Shop trying
to think of anything other than you
but I can’t shake you out of my mind
turning my sunny and day a little blue
but rest assured my dear it is not
the color of sadness, for it is true
that rainbows only come out when
it rains, shimmering with a mixed hue
even the prisoner caterpillar in the cocoon
will turn into a butterfly all a new
with colors only the maker can decipher
gorgeous and stunning causing an ooh!
The metamorphous of my love my darling
will simmer my world into a vibrant stew
of all of my emotions and all of my love
and all of my lines I write for you.
And as I take my last sip of coffee
I look in the bottom of the cup and woooo!
if it isn’t a little heart in the center
left by the grounds as if they knew.
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-5- The Call
The call finally came
with the lobster roll
and while Jim sat alone
in the middle of a
busy and loud place
no one understood the magnitude
of this call
it was the first time
I talked with the woman
I have been dreaming about
while I am awake.
She sounded
french and british
with a little Arab mixed in
but the most beautiful thing about
her voice was
her poise
her class
her confidence
her humor
her wit
and her adorable lovable self
the self I must talk to again
the self I must know again
for the first time
I stood in the bathroom
looking at myself in the mirror
while I tried to stay in one peace
while I tried to sound cool
even though my heart was ablaze
That green hip bathroom
was where our first conversation took place
now that is funny
not because it was green
but because it was just there
with two guys waiting outside
Now I have her voice
to ad to the mental picture
I am assembling of my beloved
It is as if there is a hand
at play
keeping things to a minimum
it is as if
the hand of God
is keeping things in small doses
but again
maybe that is a good thing
because in the past
the big doses led to nothing
they led to heart break
they led to my heart
deciding to wait
for someone I would have to take in
a little at a time
as painful as that is
as “my-God-that-is-so-not-me” is
it is beautiful
So keep it coming Anissa
whose name sings
and who is keeping a little town
in Wyoming tonight
happy
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-6- words
She said my words
lifted her up high
she does not know
that her words
shoot up into the heavens
of intoxicating thrill
and smiles
and trust
and lust
for more smiles
and more thrill
and more trust
She said my words
are bright
she do Uplifting Moments
es not know
that her picture
in my mind
competes with sun
every morning
stealing the light and saying
it is my turn
for I am
his sun today
She likes my words
what she doesn’t know
is that I like my words
when they are about her
when they spill out
as if I was a hard drive
programmed to love her
and tell the entire world
that I do
in languages
I don’t even know
She is going to tell me
all I want to know
will we have enough time
I will need lots of time
more time that God has given us
more time than Adam and Eve had
more time than the dinosaurs had
I will need two seconds to say it
and a lifetime to express it
and another lifetime
to hear her whisper
in my ear
the words that will make
the rivers of homey flow
into and out of my world.