Wisdom in Love
There is an
ancient story from India about six wise blind men who described an
elephant
based on the part they touched. John Saxe wrote a poem about it called
Six blind wise men could not
agree
On elephants they could not see
But they were kind and well thought of
So people asked them “What is love?”
The group discussed how to
proceed
“We cannot touch love” they agreed.
“So what love is, and all should own
We must decide by love we’ve known.”
The first blind man could
hardly speak
He said, “My true love leaves me weak.
I am like soft clay in her hands
To knead and mold as she demands.”
Another said “Love makes me
strong
I’d journey far to fight distress
And find true love with my mistress.”
One of the friends was bright
and gay
He said “Love pleasure’s me each day.
My love gives joy beyond compare
When I but touch her silken hair.”
Another friend looked quite
forlorn
Love unrequited, he did warn,
Brings on great sadness, tears and pain
Yet still we fall in love again.
One said “My only love is me
And though this love may selfish be
There is no other heart to break
No one to hurt or foe to make.”
The last said all mankind he loves
He meditates on cows and doves.
He prays and donates to the poor
Believes in peace and no more war.
The six blind men thought hard
and long
Love made some weak and others strong.
Spurned love is sad, gay are hearts won
Love of oneself or everyone.
Between them they did all agree
Whether or no a man could see.
Although it’s found in many ways
All love is welcome when it stays.
Lifelong Love
Meeting
A love so lasting that my life would change
The joys my brain replays stay with me yet
From that day on all other love was strange
My memory aches to touch again your skin
Re-live those secrets that delighted you
This tongue that speaks would also enter in
To share the joys my hungry fingers knew
To still engorge and tingle from your touch
Or feel you moan and writhe in pleasure fine
As my strong arms embraced you in their clutch
Your juice of love commingling with mine
No thing I ever did gave pleasure more
Than when you shared with me that treasure store.
Maturing
When love was young we walked its dewy field
Though new delights of love each day would bring
To primal pleasured nights we both did yield
But daffodils gave way to summer's bloom
The passion of our love matured from lust
As new created joys came from your womb
We built a home with kindness, love and trust
And now those tiny babies we adored
Have made their homes with children of their own
We down-sized to a home we could afford
As long as health remained we weren't alone
Two lifelong loves into one unit squeezed
Who pleasured most when they each other pleased.
Mourning
A body broken with my broken heart.
My screaming head a silent voice restrains
Denying yet the death that did us part
Much sympathy welled up in friendly eyes
And tears or downcast looks that said "we know"
They left me here alone, to agonize
With everything you owned to share my woe
When I would really much prefer to pray
Recall again the scenes we shared so well
Each act a joy until the curtain fell.
Down By the
Old Mill Stream
Down by the old mill stream,
Where our love was true
Then some men in blue,
Into jail, me threw
With six months to do,
Just for loving you.
You were sixteen,
My village queen!
Down by the old mill stream
Lusty Maypole
Days
Far off
on England’s shore
Several days in early May.
Young women did display
Their courtesan ability.
In blouse and skirt they danced
High kicks left men entranced
With flashes of their goal.
The men in manly sports
Showed biceps, abs and pecs
Bulges in their shorts
Encouraged thoughts of sex.
By twilight pairs were seen
Horatius.
My cousin Horatius
When feeling flirtatious
His courtship rapacious
A Girl's Best
Friends
I’d give in to my squire for a
perfect sapphire
Be home if you called with a fine emerald
Or a quite naughty girl for a big lustrous pearl
For a huge di-a-mond, you can have tout le monde.
Love My Guitar
My guitar’s my baby, I love her
to bits
I play her at breakfast while eating my grits
But sometimes at breakfast though I change to oats
My sweet guitar baby still plays the right notes
So here’s to my guitar my baby and friend
I’ll play her all day from beginning to end.
Stormy Love
If storm clouds form up above
Mother Nature needs some love
When those clouds grow dark and large
She throws in electric charge.
Using magic from her heart
Nature makes the charges part
Protons to the cloud tops go
While electrons mass below.
These electrons as a band
Excite protons on the land
Proton plusses trail the cloud
Following its minus crowd.
Feel the tension in the air
Love is charging everywhere.
Charges join by lightning flash.
Kissing makes a thunder crash.
Plus and minus joined as one
Mother Nature having fun
When at last the storm is through
Mother Nature feels brand-new.
U R my
Moonshine
U R my moonshine, the sweetest
moonshine
You make me happy when skies are gray
They'll never know, dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my moonshine away
The other night dear, as I lay dreaming
I dreamt the excise men came by
They wrecked my still but I was mistaken
When I awoke my mouth was real dry
So I drank moonshine, a lot more moonshine
Till that ol' nightmare went away
We're all so happy in the hollow
With our moonshine and fiddles to play.
The Gay
Engineer
I must report in weekly
A shelter is my home
A criminal who kissed a boy
I'm not allowed to roam.
I know a priest in New York
Beloved by one and all
Gets boys from their admissions
In his confession stall.
By answering his questions
If they sound kind of gay
His cookies and suggestions
Help lubricate the way.
I should've gone for priesthood
Instead of M.I.T.
Gay engineers are vulnerable
A priest’s the thing to be.
On elephants they could not see
But they were kind and well thought of
So people asked them “What is love?”
“We cannot touch love” they agreed.
“So what love is, and all should own
We must decide by love we’ve known.”
He said, “My true love leaves me weak.
I am like soft clay in her hands
To knead and mold as she demands.”
I’d journey far to fight distress
And find true love with my mistress.”
He said “Love pleasure’s me each day.
My love gives joy beyond compare
When I but touch her silken hair.”
Love unrequited, he did warn,
Brings on great sadness, tears and pain
Yet still we fall in love again.
And though this love may selfish be
There is no other heart to break
No one to hurt or foe to make.”
He meditates on cows and doves.
He prays and donates to the poor
Believes in peace and no more war.
Love made some weak and others strong.
Spurned love is sad, gay are hearts won
Love of oneself or everyone.
Whether or no a man could see.
Although it’s found in many ways
All love is welcome when it stays.
A love so lasting that my life would change
The joys my brain replays stay with me yet
From that day on all other love was strange
My memory aches to touch again your skin
Re-live those secrets that delighted you
This tongue that speaks would also enter in
To share the joys my hungry fingers knew
To still engorge and tingle from your touch
Or feel you moan and writhe in pleasure fine
As my strong arms embraced you in their clutch
Your juice of love commingling with mine
No thing I ever did gave pleasure more
Than when you shared with me that treasure store.
When love was young we walked its dewy field
Though new delights of love each day would bring
To primal pleasured nights we both did yield
But daffodils gave way to summer's bloom
The passion of our love matured from lust
As new created joys came from your womb
We built a home with kindness, love and trust
And now those tiny babies we adored
Have made their homes with children of their own
We down-sized to a home we could afford
As long as health remained we weren't alone
Two lifelong loves into one unit squeezed
Who pleasured most when they each other pleased.
A body broken with my broken heart.
My screaming head a silent voice restrains
Denying yet the death that did us part
Much sympathy welled up in friendly eyes
And tears or downcast looks that said "we know"
They left me here alone, to agonize
With everything you owned to share my woe
When I would really much prefer to pray
Recall again the scenes we shared so well
Each act a joy until the curtain fell.
Where our love was true
Then some men in blue,
Into jail, me threw
With six months to do,
Just for loving you.
You were sixteen,
My village queen!
Down by the old mill stream
Several days in early May.
Young women did display
Their courtesan ability.
In blouse and skirt they danced
High kicks left men entranced
With flashes of their goal.
The men in manly sports
Showed biceps, abs and pecs
Bulges in their shorts
Encouraged thoughts of sex.
Be home if you called with a fine emerald
Or a quite naughty girl for a big lustrous pearl
For a huge di-a-mond, you can have tout le monde.
I play her at breakfast while eating my grits
But sometimes at breakfast though I change to oats
My sweet guitar baby still plays the right notes
So here’s to my guitar my baby and friend
I’ll play her all day from beginning to end.
Mother Nature needs some love
When those clouds grow dark and large
She throws in electric charge.
Nature makes the charges part
Protons to the cloud tops go
While electrons mass below.
Excite protons on the land
Proton plusses trail the cloud
Following its minus crowd.
Love is charging everywhere.
Charges join by lightning flash.
Kissing makes a thunder crash.
Mother Nature having fun
When at last the storm is through
Mother Nature feels brand-new.
You make me happy when skies are gray
They'll never know, dear, how much I love you
Please don't take my moonshine away
The other night dear, as I lay dreaming
I dreamt the excise men came by
They wrecked my still but I was mistaken
When I awoke my mouth was real dry
So I drank moonshine, a lot more moonshine
Till that ol' nightmare went away
We're all so happy in the hollow
With our moonshine and fiddles to play.
A shelter is my home
A criminal who kissed a boy
I'm not allowed to roam.
I know a priest in New York
Beloved by one and all
Gets boys from their admissions
In his confession stall.
By answering his questions
If they sound kind of gay
His cookies and suggestions
Help lubricate the way.
I should've gone for priesthood
Instead of M.I.T.
Gay engineers are vulnerable
A priest’s the thing to be.
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