Love Is Such A complicated Thing

Love is such complicated thing

it rebufs attempts at measure

At times an inward, rising wont

driven in search for pleasure

At times without direction

never slave to rhyme or reason

At times ignoring any thought

to propriety or season

It is a complicated thing

it invites us to define

the search fails in futility

predestined by design

It is antidote or poison

clothed in honesty or guile

from lips that keep them both

disquised within a smile

Love is such a complicated thing

it begs us " come and dine"

Sometimes sweet forbidden fruit

languishing on the vine

At times to swallow emptiness

and fill the vacant soul

with wonder weaved of magic

in hearts that loose control 

Love is such a complicated thing

so hard for us to measure

less we confess the many ways

we wasted such a treasure

Love travels twixt the poles

that cradles loss and gain

and neither loved nor loving

find joy without the pain.

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Delaney Knows 5 years ago from Midwest

This is beautiful!

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chspublish 5 years ago from Ireland

Inspiring words and thoughts.

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arb 5 years ago from oregon Author

chspublish! It is so nice to meet you. Thank you for dropping in and for the kind reply.

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arb 5 years ago from oregon Author

Delaney knows, Thanks for reading. I do appreciate the compliment. Thank you.

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MartieCoetser 5 years ago from South Africa

I love this poem! Love is precious, but so are all our emotions. I do believe that emotions are stronger than thoughts - it takes a lot of thoughts to overpower and bound one emotion....

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arb 5 years ago from oregon Author

I agree with you Martie. Emotions get the best of us at times, but, reason hasn't exactly fixed everything and offers half the fun! Thanks so much for reading and leaving the thoughful comment. It is appreciated.

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Nellieanna 5 years ago from TEXAS

This is among the most beautiful poems I've ever read, arb. Your mastery of imagery and language and expression is just amazing. Also it is among the saddest. Let me try to explain. Dare I? I may be drummed out of the corps - but I think I must try.

Emotions, now that the entire subject has been raised - are not just the icing on the cake - perhaps they are the drives behind the greatest intelligent thought, though we don't always realize it, probably because we haven't come to full terms with them. We treat them a bit as interlopers, feeling unduly controlled by them and feel they cause our "reason" to falter. But perhaps it is our "reason" all along which tries to overly control us without proper regard for our emotional nature and its contribution to our overall well-being causing the problem. We need not be afraid our minds will vanish but we are often taken aback and feel fragmented when a strong emotion enters our awareness, but when it is welcomed and fitted into our whole being, it is empowering, rather than debilitating to all our whole, integrated being. The mind needs to relax its grip and it finds it is still up there managing things.

Frankly - I've been more concerned in my life about the horrible thought of somehow being cut off from my feelings and, having a rather strong mind, having it try to take off on its own, which would be a shame. Ever read a piece by someone trying to be all intellectual and "objective"? Most often, every other word is "I" or "me" or "my", with a lot of "I'd argue thats" and "to proves" - all about as subjective and self-conscious as it gets, so busy trying to not show emotions and to be academic. I just read one such article and it was almost amusing if it had not been rather tragic, really, because the premise of the article was quite solid. It just came off as rather apologetic, overall.

It is a characteristic of the mind to try to run the whole show. It's major talent is FOCUS, narrowing the line of sight, which is how we rule out distractions enough to concentrate. But when we try to rule out our own wonderful complexity and completeness, we are shackled and limited -- and quite easily frustrated when it refuses to be ruled out completely but must try to creep into our consciousness like a burglar sneaking through an accidentally open window there to steal the family treasures - rather than a fully accredited member of the team whose contribution is valued and welcomed!

I honestly think that our promise of being true to our "true love-one & only" should actually encourage our ability to love without measure or fear. It is probably in the attempt to stuff our feelings for others who merit them which causes the warring which tears us and often can end up with our feeling no love for anyone in any direction. I loved - and still love - my George with all my heart and soul and never had to worry about jealousy or fear if we had friends we honestly loved too - not in the same measure or way - but really loving and expanding our ability to love, not diminishing or rerouting it. Feeling love is not synonymous with acting on all its possibilities. It is a lovely emotion which can add so much to one's honest ability TO love - and to be true as promised.

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arb 5 years ago from oregon Author

nellieanna, good morning. Perhaps my reason over indulged my sentiment in this work.I'm not sure. I agree with all you said, so I have read it again. Perhaps, I read it with the heart that wrote it and can not get anything from it, except what I wanted to say. That it can not be measured or discribed adequately, that, it at times, over powers reason and that, no matter how hard we try, can not understand it or get out of it's way.

It is interesting to hear back from others and consider a poems intent upon their senses and various interpretations, but, I suppose, all poetry does that to some extent. That you find it beautiful and sad, test me to leave it be for love is built both from beauty and from sadness. It is sometimes bittersweet, sometimes exhilirating, sometimes passionate and sometimes just damn confusing. And a thousand other things. It is never static. I so appreciate your take and along with Marie's comment, I will consider this a work in progress for a while. Perhaps coming back to read it another day will reveal, what I do not see today. Your comment, clothed as it is, in honesty, is what I would expect from another friend. Thank you, my friend. :)

alastar packer 5 years ago

After the wonderful comment by Nellieanna and your reply arb, will just say, it couldn't be said any finer.

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arb 5 years ago from oregon Author

alastar, thank you. I guess we can just all go home and love somebody since nellie and I have covered everything. What a good Idea. Thanks my friend.

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Nellieanna 5 years ago from TEXAS

I truly love everything you write, arb. (And I've detected that your name is Alan. :-)) Some bring laughter, some bring smiles, some bring tears, some bring deep thoughts. Nary a one is without spontaneous and ample response - and a warm fuzzy feeling - as I would expect from another friend. Thank YOU.

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tnderhrt23 5 years ago

Such a wise, truthful, lyrical poem! Man, arb, you nailed this one with elegance! WOW!

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arb 5 years ago from oregon Author

tnderhrt, your reading is always appreciated. From poet to poet, thank you.

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Micky Dee 5 years ago

Love is a strange desire,

Driven with such fire.

I don't care two figs for it.

Said the accomplished liar.

I'll dream often of a perfect love,

And warm myself with its flame.

But if I burn to ashes,

There's no-one else to blame.

Great write arb!

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arb 5 years ago from oregon Author

Thanks again Mick! There is, indeed, no one else to blame.

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b. Malin 5 years ago

Love really can be complicated, even at its best...Your Poem expresses these feelings so Beautifully...and I Love your Last Lines...Two Thumbs up Arb.

arb 5 years ago

Thanks so much b. Say hello to bikini man!

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crystolite 5 years ago from Houston TX

Interesting poem,i love it.thanks for sharing.

arb 5 years ago

Hey Crystolite, thanks for reading! I've got to get by and read you. Thanks for the kind words.

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xstatic 4 years ago from Eugene, Oregon

Another wonderful poem I had not yet read, and the interplay in the comments is priceless. You express emotions so eloquently always.

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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

Thanks Jim. Good to hear from you. Busy, busy summer with my daughter and her family here. Planned a trip to Bannf the 22nd for ten days. On my bucket list and I'm really looking forward to it. Be well my friend.

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EuroNinila 4 years ago from NYC BABY

Wonderful Poem, and your definitely right, love is very complicated!

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QudsiaP1 4 years ago

Arb, looks like you know 'love' inside out! :P

Goodness gracious I loved the way you described it; forbidden fruit does taste the sweetest. :P

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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

Hello sweet pea! I know love so well that I know that I don't understand it at all! I know that you have just published something and I will find the time to read and comment on one of my favorite blossoming poets!

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Faith Reaper 4 years ago from southern USA

Stunningly beautiful poetry here. I saw this when I was reading on another hub (other hubs, etc.) and the title drew me in and so I read it, and am I glad I did!

You are a tremendous poet no doubt! Love is all that . . . what you have written ----joy and pain.

Voted Way Up

In His Love, Faith Reaper

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arb 4 years ago from oregon Author

Hello faith reaper and thank you for reading and the kind comment.

Lisa your mother in law !!wow ♡♡♡ 2 years ago

Wow!!! ♡ ♡ ♡ love !

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