Never demanding or demeaning
Never putting me up to the test
Always comforting and soothing
Always promoting my dreams
What I enjoy the most
Is your sincere and honest touch
How you listen and advise while tackling my delusions
Defining when I’ve gone a bit too far
Even as I sound convincing
You offer higher ground
Even when I’m intrusive
You understand my frustrations and reverse my mood
You know, we’re just strangers
In an awkward world
And somehow you welcome the dangers
When I become unfurled
There must be something you see in me
Some reasoning to my madness
You know, maybe I’m not all that crazy
For you’ve allowed me to know you
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Reviews of "Compatible Strangers"
Reviewed by Rafika Anderson (Reader)
Reviewed on December 21, 2007
We are all just mirrors. Another lovely piece of work. Nicely done. Very touching. I like the line "your sincere and honest touch," which resonated with me, personally. Best wishes. -=ra=-
Reviewed by Robert Harrison (Reader)
Reviewed on December 8, 2006
Thank you Robert, your words have made me feel that perhaps I am a somebody after all. Perhaps there still is in me something of worth,
and not the dried up old prune I thought I was becoming.
I'd say Sara is right on :):)
Ach Poets would be the hardest ppl on the planet next to musicians to understand LOl especially if you're not into the arts or have that type of personality, BUT, there is always one who tweaks us where it's needed, even if we are off our rockers, ( like me for example)
Seriously beautiful Jude, and it was bound to happen.
Onya mate!!
;)Ch'erie
Captivates the spirit of contentment and somehow I conjured up a vision of you wandering off from your village at night and playing your jews harp poetic Dylan style on the way to her house, with amorous vagabondage tendencies, promoting your dreams where you are regarded as strangers no more, but compatible in both your dreams and flesh...lines of loyalty, Jude...
Sage
Reviewed by Vesna Perkovic (Reader)
Reviewed on October 20, 2006
You know, maybe I’m not all that crazy
For you’ve allowed me to know you
pognant lines..
saved this one..why?..Oh, I dunno..touched my soul for some reason..mmmm
Nice to find compatibility in an ever widening world. I once stayed at a stranger's home on the other side of the world--Pakistan-- we hit it off closer than with my twin brother.
Sometimes we we seem to know more about strangers than someone who's close by. It's a mattre of trustworhy. The best relationship is built on trust and being honest.
... You know, it is almost a year since you wrote these words: " O dear Spirit, raise your sail up high and catch the healing winds as they flourish around YOUR eyes... And never fret upon the unknown, or the seas that are dark and deep... Maintain YOUR inner beauty with the light you always reap..." You have given out to your Kindred Spirit and what goes around comes around. And crazy??!! Says who??! As poets, we are not psychotic, surely, but romantic ideallists, perfectly rational by the light of our own reasoning? Strangers we may feel in this alien world we currently inhabit, but how is it, with some people, that we sense that we have known and held them all our life, even when just viewing them across the street? Methinks there is no "allowance" being made here, Jude, because this kind of understanding only comes with "knowing" in the deepest place of unspeakable intimacy to start with... There is all truth in the biblical words that "perfect love casts out fear", because, in relationships, fear is mostly rooted in a lack of acceptance. Vulnerability and trust are most beautifully in balance and countertension here, such that ensures that this tree's roots grow deep into fertile soil. Your poem tangibly demonstrates the mystery whereby pondering deeply the "good" we see in a benefactor causes us to see what is beneficient in ourselves. A beautiful awakening in this write! TY K xx
I love this series of couplets, Jude...full of honesty and sincerity of heart ...answering questions in your own mind with the romance of positive you find in someone special...so touching real and as though stramgers, you have discovered a special inner beauty and uniqueness of spirit. Wow...no Double Wow...
xo Taylor
Reviewed by Joseph* OneLight*® (Reader)
Reviewed on October 19, 2006
When we embrace one another with understanding, we are strangers no more.
"You know, maybe I’m not all that crazy
For you’ve allowed me to know you "
Well said Jude...guess we are al lust that little crazy.....lol!!
Love Tinka
Reviewed by Miss Pandora (Reader)
Reviewed on October 19, 2006
Such a captivating write...even as I sound convincing you offer higher ground...superb expression that to me incorporates a joy of being challenged for the right reasons...now that's a great connection to have. Panda :)
And somehow you welcome the dangers
When I become unfurled
it is everything to have some somebody who can do that, Jude, and agony not to have it. another poem that plants a flag of friendship and raises high the banner of hope, which can only be lifted by two or more in this awkward, splintered world of ours. Dawn
How often have we found someone who loves us but just doesn't understand us. This is a great write on how one person cam compliment the other
Reviewed by J M (Reader)
Reviewed on October 19, 2006
In an ackward world we are strangers... I also endear to the unfurl line of this piece... Keeper poem.
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on October 18, 2006
we’re just strangers In an awkward world: how true. People we think we know occasionally show themselves for what they are. Thumbs up for another winner poem. Victor
there are many things that I like about this poem, but I think that what I like best is how you managed to introduce these two people so well...you leave me feeling as though I know their tempraments, even their appearance...simply by the thoughts that you express through this one individual.
How charming, to appreciate your friend enough to let her know how much you care. This is very special and I'm sure your friend will be beaming with joy when she reads it.;-)
Acceptance is the highest form of loving another, Jude. There are no perfect people and we must learn that love comes to us as it is, kind of like a blue-plate special...you get the special, no substitutions, accept it and enjoy it. This is a well executed and timeless piece. Nice!
Pretty good friend you have there. The one who is honest and gets you grounded when you fly too high to the sun...they are your detail. Great way to pen a tribute to friendship.
Susan
Ahhh, now that is the mark of love. You know Jude, the most important organ is the brain. And from this poem, I would say someone has plugged their heart into yours. Best to you. ~ Sara
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
and not the dried up old prune I thought I was becoming.
Ach Poets would be the hardest ppl on the planet next to musicians to understand LOl especially if you're not into the arts or have that type of personality, BUT, there is always one who tweaks us where it's needed, even if we are off our rockers, ( like me for example)
Seriously beautiful Jude, and it was bound to happen.
Onya mate!!
;)Ch'erie
Sage
For you’ve allowed me to know you
pognant lines..
saved this one..why?..Oh, I dunno..touched my soul for some reason..mmmm
Vesna
Regis
a soul to soul feel and atmosphere
strangers are freinds in waiting.........
pax A
Ron
I love this write a lot!!!!!
Sandie Angel a.k.a. Sandie May Angel :o)
Peace. Joyce
xo Taylor
Love & Light,
Joseph
Xxx dove
For you’ve allowed me to know you "
Well said Jude...guess we are al lust that little crazy.....lol!!
Love Tinka
This is lovely!
I concur with Sherry below completely
Her observations are nearest to my own
Peter
When I become unfurled
it is everything to have some somebody who can do that, Jude, and agony not to have it. another poem that plants a flag of friendship and raises high the banner of hope, which can only be lifted by two or more in this awkward, splintered world of ours. Dawn
Rusty
Elizabeth
Susan
Take care,
Sherry
Blessings,
Joyce Bowling
Fee
work Robert.
Best wishes always to you and yours
from
kay.
Susan