Read Poem: Sweet Gratitude, by Claudio Laniado

Sweet gratitude because I can walk, talk, eat, drink, enjoy a beautiful sunset , have a home , carry a home within myself, share of myself with loving kindness to those who I meet, and inspiring others to do the same because love and compassion for me is a start of a way to act toward my fellow earthlings.
My love overflows as I tap into the power of love and compassion because love and compassion can be stronger than the love of power.
Our earth may be crumbling but it is to remind us tis time to get out of the mud, to walk together in a path that unites all despite our many differences. It’s time to unite to save any love and compassion you might have.
Our humanity needs you!
Bring on the greatest fight you will have, for love and compassion to your fellow earthlings!
Join us lovers and compassionate people, before the world crumbles. Find gratitude between the lines.

By producer of Forbidden Tango, Claudio Laniado

LOVE Poem: The UN-valentine’s Day Party, by Dennis J. Sparks

(as observed by The Mad-Hatter, DJ Sparks)

“Welcome, All,
To the Land of Pretend.
Why, you may ask
(I said with a sigh),
To nix such a day
Meant for Love & no byes?
Because it’s a shame,
(I said with a smirk),
To have only ONE day
When not acting a jerk.
Why not a whole year
(minus one day, of course)
In which Joy would reign supreme,
(As in an eternal dream).
And so, I declare
(I said with a /air),
This being UN-Valentine’s Day–
So, UN-love to us all, for this day alone,
And we loudly proclaim,
Love shall Reign,
For almost a year,
Showing no shame!

WINNING LOVE Poem: 5,806 Miles…, by Sean Killen

5,806 miles, a desolate expanse,
Each mile a reminder of our circumstance.

In the ivory tower’s whispered lore,
Two souls adrift, longing for more.
Across the void of distance, they glide,
In the echo of love’s whispers, they confide.

She, with quill in hand, paints the skies,
He, amidst equations, hears love’s cries.
Through academia’s labyrinth, they roam,
Their love’s flame flickers in the gloam.

In the glow of screens, their spirits wane,
A digital dance, laced with pain.
Through pixels and calls, they intertwine,
Yet loneliness seeps through every line.

In the stillness of night, they share despair,
In dawn’s embrace, they’re stripped bare.
Their love, a beacon in darkest night,
Guiding them through distance’s might.

Poem by YASMINE BITAR

A match of a perfect scale, a match to an open fire,
Not stopping her watered fantasies from gardening the weirdest of flowers.
– ‘how come such a heavy shower not stop this delusionary fire? ‘- she howls
Fields of opium continue to tower, a beam of light blinds her crier,
Wind softly roars an answer to her enquire,
– ‘extremes my dear, isn’t that your all time desire?’
Rivers of silence tranquil the fire, evergreen yews put down their power,
And gone now is the pyre.

-YASMINE BITAR

LOVE Poem: HOW’S YOUR MORNING GOING?, by Julian Lawler III

Well, to be quite frank,
It’s been the best morning in years,
knowing there was no suitcase to be packed, no early flight to catch,
no goodbyes today…
it was a great morning
seeing you there in our sea of blankets, run-way legs sticking out of the cotton waves
hearing you sleeping softly,
knowing you would be there
when I got home,
and not just a snap update throughout the day…
a simple ping letting me know
you were still alive

I was heartbroken
when I left Maine
Knowing that I was leaving you on the other side of the country
Knowing what you wanted
And that I could give it to you

And when you asked me
If you were someone I would marry
Whatever was left of this amazing life I’ve lived flashed before my
Eyes in that very instant
And I knew the traveling was over,
The wandering to the far ends of the earth
Were done
The searching for sights all across gods green earth
Had come to an end
I knew at that moment
That I would crush the wanderlust,
Pulverize it
Turn it into a fine resin
And wrap it around your finger

And when I saw that sonogram
And that little pulse of light
The doctor called a heartbeat,
I couldn’t believe
You and I had created that
And it made me wonder
Where did it come from?
What was it doing 9 weeks
Ago before it
knew we were calling it home?
Did it know we were summoning it
Even then
to enrich our Iives?
Did it need to accept an invite?

I still find it surreal I can say these
things to you openly
Because men fall
in love every day,
The arrow strikes
And the enchantment begins
But it doesn’t always
work out
We don’t always get what we want
And this morning
I woke up grateful
I don’t have to watch
you get on a plane
And fly away.

LOVE Poem: FLIGHT OF THE HEART, by Murray Blanchard

A gust of wind sets a lofty leaf,
black foreboding sky lends me to
grief.
Rivers collide, forceful oceans
swell, my thirsting lips, his to
quell.
Weary watered eyes break the spirit
free, reborn soul within allows me
to see.
Raindrops phrase my flight so
sweet, young words in my heart,
rhyme in beat.
As on a ledge, I yearn to fly, to
the dawn’s fresh dew, where he does
lie.
As I lay my head upon his chest, my
tiresome path, does come to rest.

LOVE Poem: THE PILLOW, by Judi Beecher

I close my eyes to sleep
and hold you tight.

My body wraps around yours
as you gently stroke my hair.

Your gaze ignites a fire
deep within my soul.

A knowingness overcomes me,
I soar through the air
with newly grown wings.
Unstoppable happiness
overwhelms me with joy.

I waited for so long
knowing you were on your way.
Missing you though I knew not your name

All the thunder and lightening on earth
couldn’t replace one minute in time with you.

And finally in front of me you lay,
defenseless, with arms open wide,
my match, my mate, my other half.

Like a cashmere glove our bodies connect
sensually enveloping the fingers that enter inside.

Mouthing the words I love you,
as my body explodes in rhythm.
Soulmates through time,
lovers forever.
Knowing that you are the one
that I’ve always known.

I reach for you,
the bed is warm..
but the pillow is empty.
Alone but grateful
And a heart
that will never be the same.

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LOVE Poem: MOON LANDING PLUS FIFTY, by G. L. Helm

I didn’t see the moon landing.
The whole world watched, but I did not.
Billions saw the first human steps on another world.
I did not.
I saw Michele’s eyes,
I held her close,
I tasted her lips,
I stroked her hair.
In the front room they watched
“One small step…”
History.
In the other room I gazed fifty years into my future.
Michele.

LOVE Poem: HEART’S ACHE SONNET, by Kornblum Katz

Should I be flattered that you think I care
Just how and when true lust comes down your pike?
As if to Cupid I could dictate where
His arrows of outrageous fortune strike.

Why do you claim the roses scratched my itch
When it’s your nose that found their scent did please?
That I was won by sweets so full and rich
When those the tongue and guts alone would tease?

You say I should have seen what was to come
Not MY job; fore and hindsight’s on the eyes
You say I should have heard the danger hum
But it’s the ears’ task to perceive the lies.

Today feels empty, future’s clear as mud…
Don’t blame your heart, kid, I just pump your blood.

LOVE Poem: SAVING GRACE, by Sandra Levin

I did not want to die that day
I was getting high
I did too much
I heard them say
I felt the floor meet my head
The next thing I heard
I think she’s dead

Suddenly I was all of everything at once
The people in the room
every sound and place
It didn’t last long
I was saved by God’s Grace

Whatever you do,
The voice said, don’t turn right
What do you want to do
What do you want to do
Sounding like a choir
Loud, powerful and melodious
The choir sings do you want to fly
Do you want to swim
What do you want to do

Crying lord, I don’t see the sky
And not the water
The voice I loved so much
Said all you need Is to believe
Trust me sinner
Follow me

And as soon as those powerful words
were said suddenly found I was not dead
Wondering how I got back here alive
Of what I once knew was my life
Next thing I know
I am sitting in a tree top
I know how this sounds
High above the ground
It seemed so natural
Looking down

It was easy as can be
Climbing down from that tree
and running around leaving footprints
on the ground Earth Home
Thank God for my life
That was not my time

And the voice I knew so well
Said hurry child
Remember what I said
Run fast as you can
And don’t stop
To eat strawberries
That you know you like
You are in a hurry
You don’t have much time

The strawberries were growing near the
Path leading home
I did notice them, how could I not
They were everywhere
They smelled delicious
I had to stop

They were the largest berries
That I’d ever seen
The valley where they grew
Was awesome and pristine
I did make a stop, a brief one at that
I picked the best berry
The best one of the crop

Down in the valley of death
I found God’s living Grace
I kissed the fruits nectar
I partook of its taste
Instantly I knew that it was a mistake

As I bit in to the fatal fruit
I gasped for my last breath
That I knew I would lose
If I didn’t choose to listen to
The good lord himself

I crawled
I struggled
I’ve made mistakes
This was my chance
To clean my slate

I hurried home
my body turning blue
Just when I thought
I saw the pearly gates
An angel came down and carried me away
Not yet my dear
You have more things to do
So here I am
My earthly home
I am here today
Saving Grace

The Savior brought me to believe
The Savior brought me to my knees
Before I saw the way to salvation

They called it a near death experience
An out of body realm
A fatal experience for some
I know it was a revelation of
What will come
An angel carried me all the way
I am here today
Saving Grace