Some were built for work
and others were built for love.
These are not choices
they are treasures
and pleasures
built into life.
Some have the gift
and others do not.
Where reality trumps
imagination
When sights and sounds
surpass the printed word
That's where visual acuity
is rewarded with sensual
delights.
It's not for the faint of heart
but for dimmed lights
and soft music
and Arabian nights.
Why wait?...
Let the drums roll
and discover the difference
between the ordinary and
why men live and
love and fight
to the death.
From the looks of the comments, I'd say I am on board with all of them. You brought attention to living for love and not for anything else. If we have love, we have everything.
Some promised to swim to the deepest ocean
in search...climb the highest mountain
and cross the endless Sahara desert...fly to
the blue starry sky...choose one star and
bring it down...to prove the admiration-
affection and love.
Some managed to hold onto it, others...got it slip
through their fingers...hiding...in the bottom of
a bottle...or behind large pile of tissues.
Dying is easy...living is hard!
An excellent and amazingly powerful poetry!
I'd give my right arm for one last dance. But then, I don't think you dance. I think you just watch like the voyeur you are, with your special acuity that dis-robes these ladies without them ever knowing it. Wish I had some of that x-ray vision you have.
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in search...climb the highest mountain
and cross the endless Sahara desert...fly to
the blue starry sky...choose one star and
bring it down...to prove the admiration-
affection and love.
Some managed to hold onto it, others...got it slip
through their fingers...hiding...in the bottom of
a bottle...or behind large pile of tissues.
Dying is easy...living is hard!
An excellent and amazingly powerful poetry!
Ron
Ingeborg