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Ad Personam
Cristian Mocanu, RO
You scrap the secret off the
seldom sounds
Which come your way: both passionately daring,
And knowing it's their secret you're now bearing:
Beyond them, there's a cognate heart that pounds.
You go soul-searching on the hallowed grounds
And take a snapshot of what minds are wearing.
While drinking tea—who knows?—you may be sharing
The thoughts of him who keeps the stars' accounts.
And tunes surround you—all the jungle's bands
Of birds, the emperors' bells, flutes from the sands.
All this is nectar to your ears—and more!
Don't hold your step, continue to explore.
Yes, there are smiles and Evrikas galore
On Boundless Love's unfathomable lands!
The Lover's Cage
John Daleiden, US
When minds by
love's unreasoned wound are bound
no word nor act unbinds the pledge; no cleft
dissolves the words each lover vowed as left
or right from arms embracing cage they found
their separate lives had turned: their barred compound
of spoken word was forged while Plato slept
in dreams of 'cratic thought; no tears they wept
can melt love, though each bar be cast to ground:
the beggars, fools and clowns may trade their jewels,
the thieves invent their bogus wares to sell
in streets, but lovers choose their mold and tell
their simple tale by simple smiles and childhood rules:
the courts of love receive each pledge and cast
the ingot bars of love where lovers rest.
Pinnacle
John Daleiden, US
I want to
laugh with you until the world
is clothed in blackness and stars, in moonlight
all silvered with autumn dew, and delight
in your smile as radiant as pearls.
I want to run with you, my hand in yours,
until we reach the meadow of desire
where love will blaze brighter than a fire
filled field of bold white and yellow flowers.
Together we will climb the rocky path,
mounting boulders and fording icy streams
clamoring in rarified air, extremes
of dizzy heights where we will gasp for breath—
And in our dotage, our life nearly spent,
this moment captured in remembrance.
That Which Endures
John Daleiden, US
There is no
distance so great our love will
languish when necessary absence parts
us to our separate duties, for our hearts
are twin chambers, like beacons on a hill
guiding by example, others who watch
from a distance, or those who close at hand
observe and doubt—not one can understand
why we, inseparable, through our life walk.
On a distant day did we not pledge troth?
'till death do we part, in sickness or health—
together our mutual trust is great wealth
more valuable than ancient golden cloth;
our spirits wedded in mutual pledges
endure time, fame, and all love's hard edges.
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