This is the last poem I think...and this one is actually by me...no priests. no prayers, no religion....just me. Wriiten about a year ago. I used to write quite a lot but not much recently. This was written at the end of a love affair...only i did not know that at the time! I am interested in comments...is it crap, awful, good or just nice? Next posting will be more lively.......a tale of sex and lust in Estonia. Now...if anyone has even heard of Estonia you will know that sex and lust in
I promised a 2nd poem and here it is. Again, it is ostensibly about God....but see what u think and remember that I am not at all religious!
"Nothing is more practical than finding God,
that is,
than falling in love in a quite absolute final way.
What you are in love with,
what seizes your imagination,
will affect everything.
It will decide what will get you out of bed in the
morning,
how you will spend your evenings,
how you will spend your weekends,
what you will read, whom you know
Today, something a little different. Read this...it is about love.
"Love consists in sharing
what one has
and what one is
with those one loves.
Love ought to show itself in deeds
more than in words."
It's really not bad.......and it says quite a lot in very few words. Now here is the interesting thing. The writer is Saint Ignatius Loyola, founder of the Jesuit sect in the 16th century. He was writing about God. Yet if you read the words you can see that it applies to every aspect of
I wonder sometimes if love is a fantasy. We spend most of our lives looking for love (and believe me it is no different whether you are 18 or 50...it should be but it isn't!). We spend a lot of our lives miserable about love...whether because we have been let down or whatever. Few of us are often happy in love, yet few of us can survive without love. I sometimes wonder whether to tak a pill and turn the love gene off But someone said something to me that was very interesting and very wise.
