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Blogs > tamaloa_aulelei > The Excellent Blog of Tamaloa

Loose verse, ongoing.  

tamaloa_aulelei 48M
59 posts
8/23/2020 8:23 am
Loose verse, ongoing.

I sing the body electric!
The armies of those I love engirth me
And I engirth them,
They will not let me off till I go with them,
Respond to them,
And discorrupt them,
And charge them full with the charge of the soul!

Leaves of Grass

I am yet now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven.
That which I was, I am.
One equal temper of heroic heart,
Untamed by time and fate,
Still strong in will
To strive,
To seek,
To find,
And not to yield.

With apologies Lord Tennyson, who somehow got it wrong.

Is it well to wish thee happy?—having known me—to decline
On a range of lower feelings and a narrower heart than mine!

Yet it shall be; thou shalt lower to his level day by day,
What is fine within thee growing coarse to sympathize with clay.

As the husband is, the wife is: thou art mated with a clown,
And the grossness of his nature will have weight to drag thee down.

He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force,
Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his .

What is this? his eyes are heavy; think not they are glazed with wine.
Go him, it is thy duty, kiss him, take his hand in thine.

It may be my lord is weary, that his brain is overwrought:
Soothe him with thy finer fancies, touch him with thy lighter thought.

Locksley Hall

I made love to her on paper
And spilled ink like passion across the sheets.
I caressed her curves in every love letter.
I kissed up and down her thighs in short sentences and prose.
I tasted all her innocence, without a spoken word.
I bit her lip and pulled her hair, in between the lines.
I made her arch her back and scream.
It only took a pen.

STP

of the future age,
Reading this indignant page,
Know that in a former time
Love - sweet love! - was thought a crime.

William Blake, as quoted in Summerhill by A. S. Neill.

superbjversion2 68F  
24388 posts
8/23/2020 6:28 pm

 I like the fourth selection but who is STP? I'm fairly certain it's not the motor oil people ... even though it's a pretty slick piece of writing.

Do you ever post any original poems?
Opportunity may knock only once, but temptation bangs on the door forever!


tamaloa_aulelei replies on 8/23/2020 6:55 pm:
Yes. But they were removed, and not by me. Oh well.

tamaloa_aulelei replies on 8/23/2020 7:23 pm:
I shall sing you songs of leaving
Despair and tortured grieving,
For though it's past my hearts believing
I won't see you any more.

Accompaniment if F#m, andante doloroso.

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