Posts tagged ‘love poem’

November 1, 2011

This and more

by jhon baker

This poem is better represented in the now available copy of ‘gypsy bars, back alleys and one way streets‘ from Free Penny Press. Download your own copy – link to it on FB and Google+ – tweet it – nominate for various prizes and print copies to hand out to friends and lovers.

 

you are my own brother

– For MC

 

you are my own brother.

 

my AIDS stricken angel.

 

a heartbreak.

 

2.

I’ve come to find

I’ve always loved you

and out love flow thick

through shared veins.

 

could I promise you a rose garden?

or no, a field of daisies and sunflowers.

 

3.

you cannot help but be beautiful

and lovely

in summer hats

still dancing

under umbrellas in the rain.

 

– Hoc Scripsi

October 9, 2011

vagaries of conversation

by jhon baker

 

I am St. Juan Grande Pecador in this new life;

unpredictably weeping and loving,

writing poetry and song.

 

so wantonly tired and worn but not sleeping.

sad that I cannot sleep next to you,

sad that I cannot sleep at all.

 

I think how I have loved you.

in morning and night,

I think how I love you.

 

I am St. Juan Grande Pecador

sitting in the sun, contemplating

the vagaries of kitchen table conversation

 

– Hoc Scripsi

 

 

 

September 13, 2011

just in case you didn’t see it on FB

by jhon baker

My love,

though we’ve been married nine years now – I’ve not had enough of you,
I may never have enough of you,
I may never be satiated by your lips, your face, your body beautiful.
I want you now, I want you always – I will never stop loving you, not even at nothing.
Allow me to hold your heart forever in my hands and I shall walk slowly, deliberately so as not to disturb our ever seeded affections, our ever strengthening love.
Happy Anniversary my love.
– your melancholic man

 

June 25, 2011

Beautiful day, although a bit over done on the inside.

by jhon baker

Accomplished a lot yesterday and it feels good – warm and toasty like the hives or something. Body now a bit on the worn side and deciding what I am going to do today along the same lines. All thoughts include power tools but what I really ought to do is sit in front of the power tool that brings me that much closer to the goal – namely, the IBM Selectric III – best power tool I have.

The poem I was intending on putting up here today is becoming a broadside from free penny press and may be available for free through this blog – I don’t think it has been decided yet on distribution – So, that poem will not be appearing here today or for a long time as I would prefer it be gathered up in the published form. So I will substitute.

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only the poor know
only the poor know of love’s intensity/ many know only of mergers (marriage)/thus propagating the common ideal.// for love you merge the bodies (sex)/thus propagating life./love, joy, obsession, fixation, release/ and good sleep.
 – Hoc Scripsi