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Beware The Kitten's Claws

 

Beware The Kitten's Claws 

(The Enigma of Love)

Love she is, a red red rose

With thorns within her leaves

Perfumed coverlets on graves of death

Left there by the left one that grieves

Love she is, a sparkling wine

Waking feelings asleep that wait to be woke

Intoxicating inhibitions to rise up and flee

Birthing passion and poetry that wait to be wrote.

Love she is, the sweetest thing

And the saddest thing of all

The cold of Winter, the heat of Summer

Spring's bloom and the decay of Fall

Love she is, the tiger's wildness

The soft and playful paws

The kittenish purr wrapped up in fur

But beware the kitten's claws.

For love she is, a two-sided thing

She gives and takes away

With such tools employ, she'll bring you joy

And then leave you where you lay.

How do I know this tale of woe?

This mystery I speak of?

This gift of Heaven oft tinged by Hell

My friend, my name is Love.

And Love I am and Love I'll be

Until the end of days

An enigma even unto myself

And no man can learn my ways.

A rose with thorns, a life with death

A wine that reveals your deepest flaws

A tiger, exciting and a kitten, enticing

Who will love you and sleep with your heart in her claws.

©by Voo Shining Stone

May 10, 2021

8:42 p.m.

People Like Us

 

People Like Us

There  is no reason to try, you see

For people like you, for people like me

We reach and we reach but we never get far

Above us are dark skies with no shining star.

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Dreams are just wishes that never come true

For people like me, for people like you

And wishes are wisps that blow quickly away

Like the darkness of night overtakes the bright day.

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Love is unattainable, not maintainable or true

For people like me, for people like you

It matters not if we're witty or blessed with fair charms

We cannot find a way to make love dance in our arms.

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Happiness is fleeting like white clouds in the blue

For people like me, for people like you

A mirage in the desert, an oasis that appears

Then dissolves when we reach it in a rainstorm of tears.

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I've never known or understood it

Why this happenstance should be

Why poets die a thousand deaths

And true loves rarely see.

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It's like we have to pay a price

For every verse and rhyme

The beauty we put on the page

That will never fade with time.

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There's no heart like a poet's heart

No one feels what we feel

We love so deeply there is no end

Be the subject false or real.

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I wish I had the answers, all

And that enlightenment could see

It would change the lives of  every poet

The people like you and me.

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Till then we'll write in our solitude

No shared passion, no bliss or it's fuss 

Sweet words to be quoted in the wooing of others

But with no happy endings for people like us.

©by Voo Shining Stone

Nov 20, 2020

7:38 p.m.