I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You

A Simple Thank You, My Friend

Into the dim lit, bare walls of my world,
You entered, bringing light and life to me,
The vivid colors, painted with a swirl
Of wit and charm, of personality,
With tender care, you added comfort, warmth,
And images that line the now bright walls.
I look upon them fondly, bringing forth
A thankfulness that you walk in these halls
With me; our friendship has become a part
Of my world now; it has its special place,
Within my being, life, and in my heart,
Your name hangs right beside your smiling face.
Rememb'ring just how drab these walls had been,
I have to thank you for the light, my friend.

by warmhrt

Five Ways to Kill a Man

There are many cumbersome

ways to kill a man.

You can make him carry a plank

of wood

to the top of a hill and nail him to

it.

To do this properly you require a

crowd of people

wearing sandals, a cock that

crows, a cloak

to dissect, a sponge, some

vinegar and one

man to hammer the nails home.

Or you can take a length of steel,

shaped and chased in a traditional

way,

and attempt to pierce the metal

cage he wears.

But for this you need white

horses,

English trees, men with bows and

arrows,

at least two flags, a prince, and a

castle to hold your banquet in.

Dispensing with nobility, you

may, if the wind

allows, blow gas at him. But then

you need

a mile of mud sliced through

with ditches,

not to mention black boots, bomb

craters,

more mud, a plague of rats, a

dozen songs

and some round hats made of

steel.

In an age of aeroplanes, you may

fly

miles above your victim and

dispose of him by

pressing one small switch. All

you then

require is an ocean to separate

you, two

systems of government, a

nation's scientists,

several factories, a psychopath

and

land that no-one needs for

several years.

These are, as I began,

cumbersome ways to kill a man.

Simpler, direct, and much more

neat is to see

that he is living somewhere in

the middle

of the twentieth century, and

leave him there.

- Edwin Brock

LOVE FOR YOU

My love is as song

continues forever it is free.

Turn it in is up to you dear

and I want to surrender to you.

My love is like dove after which send

Message for you to come to me.

My love is as river never end.

My love is as a rose whose

Beauty want to keep.

My love is like

Ocean that reaches

in the depths of the heart

My love you are. 

"DEDICATED FOR KIRIL"

 post by Renata

Love Sonnet (1)

Fond words I write within my prose

Sweet words of love for you alone

My heart cries out where'er I go

For you to be my very own.

My mind is with you, rain or snow

And when the winter breezes blow

Sometimes I'm high, often I'm low,

All because I love you so.

Life is short as you well know

So meet me where the lily grows

Without your love, there is no prose

No words come from a dying rose.

My heart is yours, for you to own

I sing love songs for you alone.

- Joyce Hemsley

Post by Sagar

Love Sonnet (2)

Can you see how I adore you?

Bliss brings lovelight to my eyes

You speak ~ I hear a symphony

Flowers dance, the bluebird flies.

When first we met, I just knew

No other soulmate could there be

To settle deep within my heart

And cherish its key eternally.

Playing our parts for all to see ...

We are "Sylvia and Dante Rossetti"

Whene'er we talk, where'er we walk

Moon and stars sprinkle confetti.

Bliss brings lovelight, never gloom

Shall we dance where roses bloom?

- Joyce Hemsley

Post by Sagar