LOVE'S VERSES LOVE

A Series of Love Poems

TAKE MY HAND

"Take my hand," said the LOVER.

The BELOVED stood stead fast

Motionless

Silent,

With hand NOT extended.

_

"Take my hand," more gently

Said the LOVER.

The BELOVED remained

Unmoved.

_

"Take my hand," whispered the LOVER.

The BELOVED reached out.

Their hands and fingers folded

Together

Smoothly,

Just the way

The recipe called for.

_

"Why did you hesitate?" whispered the Lover.

"To test your patience,

To be sure you would wait,

To be sure

Your love is your love

And not somehow

Twisted and entangled with my love for you."

LONELY

So you’re feeling lonely?

Looking for a heart

To rest in?

_

Place your hand

Over your own heart-place.

Press firmly.

_

Do you feel it?

Thump...thump...thump.

_

Now whisper,

"I love you."

WHOM DO YOU LOVE?

So whom do you love?

A long list, right?

So who loves you?

What do you mean,

You don’t know?

Post the question, Lovable!

Find out!

Then breathe

And enjoy 

NOT FOR THE TAKING

Love

Is

Often

Right

There

For

The

Asking

And for Free!

Just

Not

For

The

Taking

LOOKING FOR LOVE

So you’re lookin

For what?

Ah, Love.

Lookin for love.

_

You might be lookin

Too hard.

_ 

When it comes to love,

Think there are haves

And have nots?

_

M-m-m.

Maybe it’s a choice!

I think it is.

I LOVE....

I love single malt scotch.

I love angel hair pasta

Tossed in

Olive oil,

Garlic

AND

Parmesan cheese.

_

So why can’t I love a YOU?

You mean

Maybe it requires

STOPPING

Eating?

And Drinking?

_

What was that?

Love means

Eating your heart out?

_

No,

It doesn’t mean that!

You got me!

MY DIVINE BRAIN

My divine brain

Has a rather small place

Where ten thousand neurons

Can simultaneously ignite

In a heart beat,

Bringing you here

Next to me.

_

It’s not about

Imagination

Or magic.

_

You know what it is?

It’s a sacrament,

It is.

_

It is so real

I can smell your breath

_

It is so real,

I can fall asleep

In your presence.

_

I can’t quite touch you

Yet.

OLD WOUNDED LOVE

 Sometimes,

Old

Wounded

Love

Deserves

Healing,

Knowing

Full well

It may never blossom

Anew

PSALM 365

 So what the heck are you doing in my life?

 Where did you come from?

 How did you find me?

 Where are you taking me?

I will trust in your goodness.

_

And what in the heck am I doing in your life?

How did I find you?

Where am I taking you?

_

Shall we follow our paths

All the way

To heaven's gate?

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Comments 5 comments

terri huerta 6 years ago

Vern, your writings are so impassioned......Your wife is really a lucky lady to have such a lover...


Justsilvie 6 years ago

Take my hand!

I will carry this poem with me. I think I am testing my own patience.

Lovely Vern.


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vrbmft 6 years ago from Yucaipa, California Author

Thank you so much for the comments. Terri, "Lucky lady," That's what the little old lady said as I was coming out of the grocery store the other day with flowers. Unfortunately, they were for my room!!

Sylvia, I am honored for you to take the poem. It is yours to keep! There's enough heart space in this universe for as many who would like to have it, can have it!! As much as I think about particular special people in my life as well as trying to comrehend God's love in a very sensual way, I also attempt to connect to a much more universal experience than just my own.

Thanks again to both of you

Vern

Vern


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kimh039 6 years ago

I love you, Vern....and just about anything tossed in olive oil, garlic and parmesan cheese. I like how you're using poetry to gain intimacy with God, self and others. I like your read list below too. Thanks for taking some risks and sharing yourself, Vern.


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vrbmft 6 years ago from Yucaipa, California Author

Wow, You love me. How wonderful I love you, Kim. And yes, Olive oil, garlic, parmesan cheese. Those are staples for me!!! I put those ingredients on everything! I mean everything. Great on boroccoli, asparagus, yams, let's see what else. On toast!! This lsst month has been a whirlwind when it comes to experiencing intimacy as well as losing intimacy, and I turn to God, like so many of us, when we don't know who else to turn to, and God has been there in very intimate ways. I was just telling my sister that it feels like somone has opened my chest and pulled my soul out from whereever it was stuck. Yeah, painful, but what a breath of fresh aire for my soul!! I have to give credit to Julia Cameron too. I have been reading and rereading The Artist's Way for at least fifteen years and doing the morning pages off and on. I've been doing them now for a couple of months. And because of her, I feel free to write, in the case of poetry, or sometimes it comes outloud verbally, but just put it down with very little self criticism--yoiu know, "Oh my God, people will think you're nuts!" Well, I am, so nothing new there!! But being able to just write without seccond guessing every other sentence or line or verse is such a wonderful and free experience. Well, a comment and half here. Thanks again

Love

Vern

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