Another silly love poem.
And here I am
Getting on your nerves,
Trying to write a love poem
Whilst thinking of us both
As we were such a long time ago.
And there you are,
Waiting for me to come to bed,
To stop scribbling some masterpiece
Or just some journeywoman doggeral;
(-hoping for the former,
-fearing for the latter).
And here I am
Trying to write another silly love poem
About a love
That had long since dried up,
Withered under a dying sun.
—
Tiffy Witherington.
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The Registry Office.
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When I visit the city,
I have to pass there
The Registrar.
And often I see couples
Who have just been married in there,
Holding hands on some horrid steps
In front of the building.
I wonder to myself
How long will their marriage last.
For however much the couples may love one another;
Another love is missing.
I wonder if God would not have rather
The couples lived in sin
Than to get married in such a place
Where He would not want to go.
—
The Reverand Tobias Trontby.
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Comments (41)
The first one is me. Me and my poor husband completely. Except for the love drying up line. We’re good to go there, thank goodness.
~Laura
Oh wow, I love the second one, quite good.
The first one is nice too.
Thanks for these.
(I adore Rev. Toby)
not such a silly love poem…pretty good…
epropexchange
Love is a complex many-splendoured magic, especially between two people, but without much care it can become a used dishrag that barely cleans them of the the harsher parts of life and doesn’t renew them at all. No, I’m not gloomy tonight. Just because my nebula was too ancient to be real, sob. How often do you fall in love with a star formation! I ask?! But I love your poetry and that’s, at least, not millions of years old (didn’t I have a 36 million year old turtle thing too? do you think……?).
As much as I adore the Reverand….That first poem was more to my emotional frame of mind lately…
As ever, I am attracted to the Irony~Bittersweet Irony~
Wonderful writing again. I enjoyed both poems… but I think the first spoke louder for me. Thanks, Terry.
If you saw my sign on xanga from my Saturday post you would know why the love poem means something to me….
I’m so jealous of your persona-switching ability. It says so much about how open your mind is to this wide world.
I like the first one, well of course I enjoyed them both but the first appealed to my personal taste more. Bravo.
~V
things get in the way of love? being a cynic I started off going for commitment (took me 2 years of living together to make that scary choice) and found trust then love- don’t know what happened… love was too vulnerable and odd a concept … thankfully my husband is not the same way and helped me realize what it meant to love a man (didn’t need men after our upbringing- or anyone for that matter).. I didn’t expect anything but found something pretty good… (been 30 years- but being a cynic, ….)
I didn’t find it silly at all. Quite powerful and I could really relate
these poems are interesting, the last one about another love missing… is that the idea of strength in sharing a similar belief system.. or is it putting love/God in the legal arena..?? or explaining The Reverand Tobias Trontby point of view of seeing persons not marrying in a church?? sorry to get bogged down in this…
i think love is indescribable, undefinable, unmeasurable, intangible…that’s why we lust for it as much as we do
I use it solely for inspiration.
~V
Dear Lord,…my heart aches for Tiffy…and the Rev…as usual is a man of no faith…Maybe the Rev.and Tiffy can hook up…they both seem to be seeking something lost…blessings,beckon
I wonder what the Reverend’s spin would be on my poor story…I got married by a bishop in a cathedral the day after the Pope blessed it and turned it into a Basilica and it didnt seem to matter one iota…we ended it in a courtroom, none the less. That sounds more bitter than I intended…as for Tiffy, I can empathize. Both good reads.
~jacki
Love the poems…obviously…
I do most of my xanga here at work but I have been known to check my comments several times a night at home! I just cant believe that stupid dream I had about the backgrounds!
To the Rev. Tobias Trontby: The place we choose to “tie the knot” has nothing to do with the success or failure of a marriage. It is all in the hearts and minds of the two people commiting to each other.
The Rev sounds like he might have committment issues on several levels…faith in man to obey the sanctitiy of marriage and his faith in God and what he believes about God. At least that is what I got out of his poem.
well, they’re welcome to comment as much as they like, but i won’t guarantee it’ll piss me off…
peace.
I was raised the same way too, technically still being raised LOL
I can identify with the first poem…interesting the theme for today is marriage. As for the second, I like that the Rev. would write that last stanza…quite ironic.
aha! so my super-sleuthing skills didn’t lead me astray! i knew there was something fishy goin’ on!
hehe peace.
“I wonder if God would not have rather
The couples lived in sin
Than to get married in such a place
Where He would not want to go.”
How true my brother. I really admire a great prose with a finishing statement that summates to a real truth. This was a good read. No, a GREAT read.
In reference to your comment about “Monday 1973″ (regarding the boy getting on the school bus): I have never attempted open mic, however I have thought about it many times. I have been wanting to ask for your advice regarding poetry and how best to go about getting your work into the mainstream. I guess that means I am asking now. I appreciate any advice you can offer. You can either leave me commentary at IsabellaDiaz or email me at isabelladiaz3@yahoo.com (your time permitting in any case). Warm regards.
I hate it when I know that someone is waiting for me to come to bed, and all I want to do is write – have to write ……………..
Terry I was thinking of my moms situation…
She died for 20 min. just 3 months back and was kept alive only by CPR..
for the few months afterwards she had “lapeses of cognition”…it was disturbing….But over the weeks she has regained her former..coherency ..and is still improving…it was an amazing recovery..
Terry…
Your….intension….to regain the spark….
listen…
Oracle to Neo….are you the one?
Neo….I dont know
Oracle….well there you have it.
…..play as you will…….
Different strokes for different folks…and I think that your love poem is really very touching…strokes of the pen is also a stroke of love when you are remembering….and the ink may be dry but the soul that wrote that still has the spark and romance inside…not dead yet! BTW…Dear Lord P…that is my hometown and tiny village of Pacific Grove in Central Coast of California…drop in for a cup of tea and I will show you around
the last poem ended nicely…very truthful and interesting. the first one was funny…i can imagine you trying to write poetry to impress someone – romantic poetry at that – and her only wanting to get to bed.
Hello friend…I like the first poem. It speaks of two people being very comfortable with each other. This only comes with time. I also like the fact that “the person in bed” still wants to wait for their beloved.
Can’t wait for your next entry : )
Oh jeez… the poem by Tiffy is amazing. Wow. It’s so great that “she” is writing the poem while her lover is in bed waiting for her… even though the love is gone.
Wonderful. I’m going to have to come back and re-read that one a few times.
~Leah
I am not offended by your comment and I have discovered that Christianity was imposed by blacks. When we were African, the main religion was Islam. Many Black Americans have went back to that religion while others such as my family and myself have stuck our guns to Christianity. I respect your beliefs for not being a Christian. As an American, there is so much for me to pray for. I am currently a teacher for children that come from low-income families. These children watch their parents smoke marijuana in front of them and I even have a student that was raped by her own father. It is quite sad. Many Americans are not happy with our president as well as he is giving billions of dollars for the reconstruction of Iraq and there is a very high unemployment rate. Our economy is not as it should be and our companies are moving to other countries such as China to gain cheap labor. There is much for me to pray for and I pray also for the families beyond my countries borders such as the families in Iraq who have to be in the middle of that mess and the families that have lost loved ones in Spain during the explosion. (I know it was months ago) So, you have not offended me in any way and I will have to comment on your page about the poems late. Gotta run to class! Thank you for the heart felt entry! Jade
Hey Dear how was the turning of age?? From the look of the hat….not bad, eh??
Have a more than beautiful
Tracy
I would wish for no one married to have a marriage like tiffy’s. Its a sad state of affairs to be in a marriage that is unhappy. I don’t like the thoughts of being alone but to be alone would be better than unhappy with someone. Tiffy wrote the lines and the thoughts well.
you are right it is obtuse ..
some choices are just like that
I get some interesting effects from being the center of attention of groups of people….
The buddha field….you know I live to study that.
sometimes I get so caught up in it…. I cannot see…
I forget to…
be live outside the watchtower..
the instant you smell the subtle flower
being present within the moment of experience
is the source of the one power.
(your (our) brain was never worth shit anyhow its almost worse than binary code )
Did you have a listen to sheldrake’s lecture on my site….hell I was bouncing in my chair…
no damn I remember you cant get my ..vocals…hummm Perhaps I will transcribe it…and do a bit of …mango-ing …review
there is something….in the air….
thank you for being there
my friend
The love poem is beautiful. Very stirring for me, for a lot of reasons.
Cirse
WOW!!!!
i need some PINEAPPLE>>>>YOU JERK,not you LORD…ytthe one who takes our MESSAGES>>>>>>>>>>>>>I AM BORDERING ON NOT LIKING HIM….and that would bed a sin….ehhhhhhhhhhh?”:beckon call
i am not even goona go there
leave my sacred writings,,,alone…JERK JESTER
MY THROATB IS SORE FROM TYPING…….once again I submit>>>>STURDY BLACK BOXES…..
DIVINELY,
beckon CALL
…there is a WEAVER ….LONNIE…somewhere in WEST VIRGINIA….We will be needing his CREATIONS…please see he gets HERE……
THANK YOU…..beckon
p.s. i am listening to your past TRACKINGS…..THE BOY///gave it to ME a while BACk….he was FED UP with ME listening to IT….I know my GOOD SHEPHERDS voice ANYWHERE…I always DID..I have been TRAVELING many DIRECTIONS for HUMANITY…LIttle TIME for personal PUZZLES….MEDITATION ….FOCUS….UMMMMM
beck on