Affection is the pearl of greatest price. Value it above material wealth. A chance for closeness may not happen twice. Loving truly can improve one’s health. Ease of conquest should not be the goal; Nesting instincts point to more than that. Trust and Loyal Caring make us whole. Involvement and Commitment long have sat Nobly ruling high on Virtue’s throne. Eros from morality detached Crudely goads into a trap well-known –– Amour becomes a mere Itch .to be Scratched. Redemption from the loneliness of Lust Demands we work to earn our Lover’s Trust.
Before committing Marriage Gay People should take pause And consider the implications of Community Property Laws.
Lust may achieve satiety With or without propriety, So why become a martyr To receive the imprimatur Of a dull Bourgeois society Whose strictures you flee gleefully?
Intimate relationships of each and every kind Are blithely entered into by mad persons love made blind. The stress and strain of living close together every day Demands incessant giving causing tempers soon to fray.
The quest to reach Equality considers not, of course, The Agony –– and vast Expense –– that comes with a Divorce!
Give all to love; Obey thy heart; Friends, kindred, days, Estate, good-fame, Plans, credit and the Muse,— Nothing refuse.
’Tis a brave master; Let it have scope: Follow it utterly, Hope beyond hope: High and more high It dives into noon, With wing unspent, Untold intent: But it is a god, Knows its own path And the outlets of the sky.
It was never for the mean; It requireth courage stout. Souls above doubt, Valor unbending, It will reward,— They shall return More than they were, And ever ascending.
Leave all for love; Yet, hear me, yet, One word more thy heart behoved, One pulse more of firm endeavor,— Keep thee today, Tomorrow, forever, Free as an Arab Of thy beloved.
Cling with life to the maid; But when the surprise, First vague shadow of surmise Flits across her bosom young, Of a joy apart from thee, Free be she, fancy-free; Nor thou detain her vesture’s hem, Nor the palest rose she flung From her summer diadem.
Though thou loved her as thyself, As a self of purer clay, Though her parting dims the day, Stealing grace from all alive; Heartily know, When half-gods go, The gods arrive.
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ReplyDeleteAffection is the pearl of greatest price.
Value it above material wealth.
A chance for closeness may not happen twice.
Loving truly can improve one’s health.
Ease of conquest should not be the goal;
Nesting instincts point to more than that.
Trust and Loyal Caring make us whole.
Involvement and Commitment long have sat
Nobly ruling high on Virtue’s throne.
Eros from morality detached
Crudely goads into a trap well-known ––
Amour becomes a mere Itch .to be Scratched.
Redemption from the loneliness of Lust
Demands we work to earn our Lover’s Trust.
~ FreeThinke
God Is Love.
ReplyDeleteThe Left Is Hateful.
Hate Their Hate,
And Then be Grateful.
God Is Good.
The Left Is Rotten ––
Trashy, Nasty,
Misbegotten.
Hate Rules This
Benighted Nation
For Lack Of Love
And Affirmation.
Hating Is A
Waste of Time, ––
Unless You Put It
Into Rhyme!
Hate Is Naught
But Smelly Grime.
Put Into Verse
It is Sublime!
Don't Agree?
For You That's Bad.
A Dearth of Mirth
Makes Earth So Sad!
Rise And Shine!
Another Day
Gives Us A Chance
To Work and Play!
If You Think
Hate Is Seductive,
Know That Love’s
Far More Productive.
God Is Love.
The Left Is Hateful.
Hate Their Hate,
And Then be Grateful.
~ Maximus Saggiossimus
Wonderful choices... great memories... Wishing a wonderful day to all.
ReplyDeleteHappy Valentines Day to the AoW household!
ReplyDeleteLove Is Sweeping the Country
ReplyDeleteWhy do people say
All the night and day
Feeling as they never felt before
What is the thing
That makes them sing?
Rich man, poor man, thief
Doctor, lawyer, chief
Feel a feeling that they can`t ignore
It plays a part in every heart
And every heart is shouting, "Encore"
Love is sweeping the country,
Waves are hugging the shore,
All the sexes
From Maine to Texas
Have never known such love before!
See them billing and cooing
Like the birdies above
Each girl and boy alike
Sharing joy alike
Feels that passion` ll
Soon be national!
Love is sweeping the country
There never was so much love
See them billing and cooing
Like the birdies above
Each girl and boy alike
Sharing joy alike
Feels that passion` ll
Soon be national!
Love is sweeping the country
There never was so much love
~ George and Ira Gershwin
_____ TOO SOON OLD & TOO LATE SMART _____
ReplyDeleteBefore committing Marriage Gay People should take pause
And consider the implications of Community Property Laws.
Lust may achieve satiety
With or without propriety,
So why become a martyr
To receive the imprimatur
Of a dull Bourgeois society
Whose strictures you flee gleefully?
Intimate relationships of each and every kind
Are blithely entered into by mad persons love made blind.
The stress and strain of living close together every day
Demands incessant giving causing tempers soon to fray.
The quest to reach Equality considers not, of course,
The Agony –– and vast Expense –– that comes with a Divorce!
~ FreeThinke
___________ CODA ____________
ReplyDelete“There's little in taking or giving
There's little in water or wine
This living, this living , this living
was never a project of mine.
"Oh, hard is the struggle, and sparse is
the gain of the one at the top
for art is a form of catharsis
and love is a permanent flop
"and work is the province of cattle
and rest's for a clam in a shell
so I'm thinking of throwing the battle
would you kindly direct me to hell?”
~ Dorothy Parker (1893-1967)
Give All to Love
ReplyDeleteGive all to love;
Obey thy heart;
Friends, kindred, days,
Estate, good-fame,
Plans, credit and the Muse,—
Nothing refuse.
’Tis a brave master;
Let it have scope:
Follow it utterly,
Hope beyond hope:
High and more high
It dives into noon,
With wing unspent,
Untold intent:
But it is a god,
Knows its own path
And the outlets of the sky.
It was never for the mean;
It requireth courage stout.
Souls above doubt,
Valor unbending,
It will reward,—
They shall return
More than they were,
And ever ascending.
Leave all for love;
Yet, hear me, yet,
One word more thy heart behoved,
One pulse more of firm endeavor,—
Keep thee today,
Tomorrow, forever,
Free as an Arab
Of thy beloved.
Cling with life to the maid;
But when the surprise,
First vague shadow of surmise
Flits across her bosom young,
Of a joy apart from thee,
Free be she, fancy-free;
Nor thou detain her vesture’s hem,
Nor the palest rose she flung
From her summer diadem.
Though thou loved her as thyself,
As a self of purer clay,
Though her parting dims the day,
Stealing grace from all alive;
Heartily know,
When half-gods go,
The gods arrive.
~ Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)