Showing posts with label love poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love poems. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

If Love Had Not Called Me




If Love Had Not Called Me

by Robert S. Cosmar

To CJ:
I would never have known you, 
if love had not called me. 
The mystery between us 
would be forever unsolved.
Like strangers never to meet, 
my life would have been empty 
of all joy without you.
An outcast to my own heart, 
I would have been 
as one who was banished 
from the kingdom of love 
and left unfulfilled.
You have completed me. 
You brought my love 
out where I can see it 
and made me the man 
I was meant to become.

Yours forever,
Robert


[Robert Cosmar is a published writer, blogger, astrologer, and the Author of four books which focus on Awareness.]



“A writer soon learns that easy to read is hard to write.” ~CJ Heck

Wednesday, May 14, 2014

A Box for Goodwill



A Box for Goodwill

As a friend, I had come to help
yet one more time
and I watched as she set 
the cardboard box on the floor.
It was labeled for Goodwill, 
penned in large block letters.

From deep in the closet, 
she brought out an old blue suit.
It had faded over the years, 
but I saw in her eyes
the memories still had not.

Softly, she smoothed the sleeves 
that dangled flat and empty.
Then she stroked the slack trousers
on the smooth wooden hanger.

Gently, she brushed 
the dust from the collar and lapel, 
and then I heard her sigh.
Her resolve had melted away.
Again we talked and remembered.

We spoke of long ago, 
how the sleeves encircled her
in warm secure hugs, 
and the trousers had covered 
lean muscular legs, 
legs slightly bowed, 
legs that loved to dance, 
and what she missed the most
--the heart that beat below
the lapel of the old blue suit, 
the heart that beat with love for her.

For over forty years, 
the suit had stood sentinel, 
loyally guarding both her
and those memories, 
and I watched as she carefully
replaced the suit and closed
the closet door.

Through quiet tears
she asked once more
how all of that could ever fit
in a box for Goodwill. 


[From CJ's Book, "Anatomy of a Poet"]













Reviews:

"I have only recently become aware of this author and her work and am amazed not only with the diversity in her writings but also the resiliency she has exhibited over her lifetime. One fine author and a magnificent lady. I highly recommend this book with its compilation of meaningful and thought provoking poetry.~Tom C.

"I would recommend this book to all lovers of poetry and, especially, to those who think they are not."
~Mrs. C. I. Campbell

"Heck is very sensual, very honest, and writes in a very lucid manner. I find in myself [with most poetry] an impatience, "Oh for crying out loud, just say it," leading to lassitude and eventual cerebral failure. Not so with this work, her raw emotions and sensuality had my attention. I believe this is the only poetry book that I ever finished." ~Henry Le Nav

"In the pages of this book, you will find powerful, thought-provoking, sensual , and beautifully written poetry from the heart." ~Susan L. Parkins

"I just finished reading C.J.Heck's, book last night and enjoyed it very much. She definitely has a way with words, that will make you laugh and cry, and feel things deeply. She writes from her heart and soul, and her words will definitely make a lasting impression." ~Rebecca Carden

"Totally open and honestly expressed in a variety of poetic styles, each matched to her emotions of the moment. A damn good and honest work." ~John David Lionel Brooke

"I came away from reading this book, the first time, with a peace about my life and how I have lived it. I keep going back and rereading parts of it ... and then rereading the whole section. I better understand the lessons I have been taught and have more faith about the path I am following. A whole lot for a little book to accomplish." ~MaryAnn

"This book has the most amazing and true feelings I have read. She put into words what most of us are afraid to put in writing." ~Margie

"A truly wonderful read, that I recommend highly! You won't be disappointed." ~Joyce Bowling

"Here we have a collection of poems by a woman who writes from the heart ... The headline poem, `Anatomy of a Poet' fulfills the writerly code to go into scary places or don't go at all. "The poet, the woman, the me." completes the poem, throwing back the covers in a heated final exposure. Heck's reference in her signature poem is good advice for any aspiring poet: "swirling eddies, some without rhyme," often come across better than stylized word searching or stretching for rhyme ever could.

...`Anatomy of a Poet' may have been written by a children's book author, but it's poetry for grownups."
~Byron Edgington [Author of The Sky Behind Me: A Memoir of Flying & Life]


Thursday, July 22, 2010

Poem: The Changeling

Frangiponi
Sooner or later we begin to understand that love is more than verses on valentines and romance in the movies. 

We begin to know that love is here and now, real and true, and the most important thing in our lives. 

Love is the creator of our favorite memories, the foundation of our fondest dreams, a promise always kept, a fortune that can never be spent, a seed that can flourish in even the most unlikely of places. 

This radiance that never fades, this mysterious and magical joy, is the greatest treasure of all -- one known only by those who love. ~Anonymous~


Changeling: (noun): 1. One who, or that which, is left or taken in the place of another.


The Changeling

by CJ Heck

At dawn,
I looked
with eyes
wide open.

The color of
his hair had
snow-stormed
a wintery grey,
crowded out
to who knows where
to join
a master work
in perfect granite,
his finite features
raisined to
roadways
that buckled
into nose
and cheek
and brow.

Somehow spared
by nature's cruelty
are steel blue eyes,
eyes that walk
my dreams,
and lips
that taunt
and tease.

Where was I
when all this
happened?
Here,
a changeling, too,
and robbed
as well?

Today
when morning
slipped inside
and kissed
my eyelids,
I felt blessed
it reached across
to touch his too.






From the book, "Anatomy of a Poet"







"A writer soon learns that easy to read is hard to write." ~CJ Heck



Monday, July 12, 2010

Poem: "A Nickel for Thoughts of You"

An Almighty Pile of Nickels
Some of the biggest challenges in relationships come from the fact that most people enter a relationship in order to get something: they're trying to find someone who's going to make them feel good. In reality, the only way a relationship will last is if you see your relationship as a place that you go to give, and not a place that you go to take. 
~Anthony Robbins



A Nickel for Thoughts of You

by CJ Heck

I wish I had a nickel
for every time
I think of you
watching TV
in your creaky chair,
chin parked on your chest,
"... not sleeping,
just resting
my eyes for a minute ..."

or with brows furrowed,
chasing an errant whisker
through the foamy white
on the stranger
in the mirror,
or your gnarly hands
working leather
and the amazing precision
of the intricate designs,
considering the size
of your hands,
or you
secretly watching me
from across the room,
and me
secretly catching you
secretly watching me,
or your gentle touch
when you pass my chair,
just because you're glad
I'm here.
Love is measured
in so many little minutes.
It's important
we not miss them,
for who knows,
life might be
metered in hours.
It isn't really about
the nickels,
but it would be fun
to see
the almighty
pile of coins.


(from the book, "Anatomy of a Poet", by CJ Heck)






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