| Can We Be The Best of Lovers? "Can we be the best of lovers, not just friends? Just like in a romantic movie where strangers fall in love before the picture ends. And like the two lovers upon the silver screen, i hope out friendship turns into reality, not just a dream. and before the film fades to black and the final curtain falls, my heart and soul want so much to believe, that we too can become the best of lovers before we leave. But, I am well aware even a wise man, can delude himself and self deceive. So, here's hoping my wish is granted before the reel comes to it's end and that we too can become, the best of lovers, not just friends? Copyright Joseph P.Martino by joseph martino,p. millburn,nj |
| All I Really Need is You All I really need is you. don't care for sleek and fancy jets and Italian sport cars, the hollywood glitterati and movie stars vacations at world class resorts and spas. All I really need is you. I can take or leave sailing to exotic destinations on luxurious yachts, cocktails with the jet set and super smart. All I really need is you. I have no desire to own a masterpiece or any other great work of art, purchased from auction houses bid and sold, exquisite pieces of jewelry dripping with diamonds and gold. All I really need is you. I'm not interested in a chalet nestled on a swiss ski resort, or sailing on a luxury liner to every foreign port, that would be my last resort. All I really need is you. Soaking up the sun is not my idea of fun, if truth be told, the south pacific islands leave me cold, diving for sunken caribbean treasures, i'm not so bold. For I have my pirate's bounty right here at home, and I have no need to ever roam. All I really need is you. JOSEPH P.MARTINO 222 MILLBURN AVE. MILLBURN, NJ 07041 |
ONCE (An anniversary poem) I KNEW ONCE A BONNY OLD SOUL. THE SUN AT DAWN, BORN ANEW, NEVER ROSE NOR SHYLY STOLE EVENING’S CLOAK BEFORE HER CUE. ONES LIKE SHE LIKE AURAS CARRY THOSE IMPISH ENERGIES OF THE AGES. SO THIS DREAMER QUEENE I DID MARRY TO WRITE MY LIFE ON HER BLANK PAGES. AND THOUGH I LIVE A MORTAL LIFE, AMONG THE LONESOME AND AUTUMNAL, TO GLANCE JUST ONCE UPON MY WIFE, LIKE OUR LOVE, I AM ETERNAL. ONE YEAR DOWN, MY BONNY OLD SOUL, AND AFTER IT ALL I NEVER KNEW MY BONNY BLACK ROSE, THAT SKYWARD STOLE, WOULD ASK THE GODS TO TRY FOR TWO. By: Kyle Mitchell |
| Since (A Wedding Poem) Since the early dawn of time When primeval poets invented rhyme You have been what drive them mad— Never a sweeter sickness has man had. So, since you are here, please indulge This bliss-bound bard while I divulge Since when, and why, and how my dear I’ve known my love for you is sincere. When I was young, but only ten, I met a girl whose heart was crystalline, Shimmering and shining on all she knew. Livya, that little girl was you! When life threw at you Up’s and Down’s You took each the same with very few frowns. Your heart, I found, was diamond throughout: A hard, but heavenly, gem I knew I could not do without. Since those days you’ve grown to be The friend, the inspiration that proves to me I do not have to break a glass Or jump a broom To know I want to be your groom Lord, our God, look down I pray Upon what we create this day. And, if asked to throw in my two cents Forevermore I’ll say it is… Since the early dawn of time, When primeval poets invented rhyme That you have been what drive them mad— Never a sweeter sickness has any man had. By: Kyle Mitchell |
| The Two Who Wish To Be One (A wedding poem) Love was never wrong nor right. A decision made by Man could not have ever earned an audience like this. I have seen Love pass by those in need of rest, in need of sleep. I have seen him, Love, accost two souls needy and in need of food, in need of drink. I have seen him nod and walk away somewhere— Somewhere he might find two souls needing each other, needing to be One. And there, at the feet of two who together are far greater that even he, Love, A voice, not heard in the ears, but only in the heart of the two who wish to be one— That voice, their voice, acclaims that, "Love is never wrong nor right! Love is but a creature in the night That sees not the snares set to catch it or The pain left for it to graze upon. No, Love is a creature who moves to prove if only it might That Love is never wrong, but always right!" By: Kyle Mitchell |
| You Gotta Give to Get (An anniversary poem) They say you’ve gotta Give to Get, You have to Love to Let Them go and let them show That no one else they’ve ever met Can know the love they know. How long will we last? Wanna make a bet? Our names aren’t even written on the towels yet. And I don’t think we’ll ever be so Caught all up in life’s ebb and flow That we do anything we might later regret. So, Go on Girl! And never forget Your smile makes me high, like the mountains in Tibet. If we keep on giving and letting Love grow No one can tell how high we can go. ‘Cause nothing in life is ever really set – From rags in Rich’s to the cover of Jet. By: Kyle Mitchell |
| The Night Was Made For Romance The night was made for romance. In the night our two hearts dance. Under the stars our lips touch. In the garden your embrace means so much. The night was made for love. Our hearts cooing like a white dove. Your eyes sparkling like diamonds so white. I love you darling with all my might. The night was made for caring and trust. And darling, God made this night for us. By: Lamar Cole |
| Only Love Love can sometimes be fresh. Love can sometimes be new. Love can sometimes make you happy. And sometimes make you blue. Love is the light that radiates from your eyes. Love is your image floating in the skies. Love is true. And darling, the only love for me is you. By: Lamar Cole |
| Our Love As long as there is love, I will cherish you. As long as there is life, I will love you. As long as the stars shine above, I will want you. As long as there are waves in the ocean, I will need you. As long as there is heaven above, there will always be our love. By: Lamar Cole |
| Is it really love? or is it just a passing feeling am I not convinced? a bit uncertain of the feeling Is it the way you make me feel? so warm with joy and laughter or could it be the happiness from moments spent together The lasting bliss, the kiss I miss, The sweetest thoughts without a touch The heart that hurts and bears a scar thinking how far away you are You're on my mind most of the day And at night I go to bed and pray An angel soft and gentle as you Would make my sweetest dreams come true Thinking about you alone or in class Writing your name on my bathroom window glass Wishing you were here To love hold and care Wishing I had you with me To cherish and to stare Into your soft and beautiful eyes As we both travel to the skies And mingle with the stars above But is it really love? Contributed By Cyril Ajayi |
| I miss you terribly this day of love, Miss you with a wound that stabs and aches. I see the love around me, and it takes So much strength simply just to move. Soon, soon, my love, this waiting will be done. You and I will have what we desire. On days like this we'll sit beside the fire, Undoing all the pain of days long gone. Nickgo@aol.com |
| Valentine's Day is a day of love Where love is as bright as the sun We share kisses, and even a hug With people we call our loved ones Unrequited love is oh! so harsh When the one you love doesn't love you You feel you're left standing in the dark Wishing this reality were untrue Well that's why Valentine's Day is so great It encourages you to show you care It makes you just wanna say I love you and will always be there I once loved someone in this way And I was encouraged on Valentine's I went up to him, just to say I would like you to be mine .-Candice |
December 22-23, 2004I woke up in a white room with white lace curtains. Snow covered landscape; I'm in Memphis for certain Yesterday, it took over three hours just to travel the last twenty miles. But nothing is like my wife's family always being greeted with smiles I was hoping for a White Christmas. You'd be surprise how simple I am. Be careful what you wish for God may be listening to your plan. Most of the nation is covered with that dangerous and beautiful thing I am grateful for arriving safely for my wife's happiness is everything. She wanted to see her family, her father, uncles and aunts. I've kept her in Southwest Texas too long; this trip I most willingly grant. So, here we are now in a snowy southern wonderland. Waiting for Christmas dinner to come; a present only my wife can understand |
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