{"id":57,"date":"2012-02-15T20:41:00","date_gmt":"2012-02-16T03:41:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fagelman.com\/?p=57"},"modified":"2012-02-17T01:59:13","modified_gmt":"2012-02-17T08:59:13","slug":"love-poem-really","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.fagelman.com\/?p=57","title":{"rendered":"Love Poem Number 9"},"content":{"rendered":"

The secret to Love is <\/span><\/p>\n

Not really secret it is after all what<\/span><\/p>\n

Everyone is talking about on <\/span><\/p>\n

T.V. and on the News and in your <\/span><\/p>\n

Water cooler conversations <\/span><\/p>\n

Whether base or romantic or fleeting or Eternal it is a <\/span><\/p>\n

Constant strive for us mortals<\/span><\/p>\n

Love tones us out, levels us, keeps it real simultaneously it<\/span><\/p>\n

Fires our senses, challenges our ability it<\/span><\/p>\n

Explodes through us<\/span><\/p>\n

Love is a catalyst for every bridge built <\/span><\/p>\n

For if not for the need to get over there and<\/span><\/p>\n

Take those resources and <\/span><\/p>\n

Impress those ladies<\/span><\/p>\n

Why build it in the first place?<\/span><\/p>\n

Love is an impetus it<\/span><\/p>\n

Triggers us like a thousand machine guns<\/span><\/p>\n

We dance on the end of loves strings<\/span><\/p>\n

The careful manipulations of some cosmic puppeteer<\/span><\/p>\n

Pounding our hearts and sweating us profusely as we wish on<\/span><\/p>\n

Dreams and desires<\/span><\/p>\n

Love is a family<\/span><\/p>\n

Torn down and rebuilt<\/span><\/p>\n

We go back because it is our home plate<\/span><\/p>\n

Regardless of the wounds received there the love is just what we need<\/span><\/p>\n

Love is a playground drama<\/span><\/p>\n

The blood spilling from that bullies nose because only love could make tiny<\/span><\/p>\n

Grow a pair<\/span><\/p>\n

Love is the sore spot at the nexus of the sternum<\/span><\/p>\n

Rub it and it doesn’t go away but for a moment<\/span><\/p>\n

Where did the love go from whence did it came a <\/span><\/p>\n

Sonnet of discovery as one travels through this spatial mystery<\/span><\/p>\n

Love beckons and cajoles<\/span><\/p>\n

Mocks and comforts<\/span><\/p>\n

Tastes and observes<\/span><\/p>\n

Rips and heals<\/span><\/p>\n

Love is the arbiter of some magical knowledge<\/span><\/p>\n

Reaped in the Garden<\/span><\/p>\n

It sits on the lips like spun sugar<\/span><\/p>\n

It was there before the serpent<\/span><\/p>\n

It will be there after the dust settles<\/span><\/p>\n

Love is the great divide the reality show the best thing since<\/span><\/p>\n

Anything<\/span><\/p>\n

The lonely have love<\/span><\/p>\n

Broken in pieces they squat on the floor and try to reconstruct it<\/span><\/p>\n

The wildly popular have love<\/span><\/p>\n

Dipped out in ladle-fulls and often misused or <\/span><\/p>\n

Misunderstood<\/span><\/p>\n

Old folks<\/span><\/p>\n

Children<\/span><\/p>\n

You and me and the <\/span><\/p>\n

Mighty oak tree<\/span><\/p>\n

Love is our bond our tapestry our freedom<\/span><\/p>\n

Love is the catapult past our xenophobia and hate<\/span><\/p>\n

Love is the catalyst of change the<\/span><\/p>\n

Iron rod of will<\/span><\/p>\n

Love is the shelter that ultimately is our shroud <\/span><\/p>\n

Our remembrance it is the guiding light of the <\/span><\/p>\n

Dying and the beckoning whisper of the seeker<\/span><\/p>\n

Love is our testament our faith our stronghold<\/span><\/p>\n

As much as the grave is the greatest leveler of all<\/span><\/p>\n

So is love<\/span><\/p>\n

For as surely as we must be born only to struggle and ultimately die<\/span><\/p>\n

We also must love<\/span><\/p>\n

Somewhere in every human being<\/span><\/p>\n

Resides this capacity in some fashion<\/span><\/p>\n

Buried beneath cynicism or <\/span><\/p>\n

Worn on the sleeve of the artist or<\/span><\/p>\n

Captured like an intake of sharp breath or<\/span><\/p>\n

Subtle as a single tear shed at the sight of some unbelievable moment in time<\/span><\/p>\n

Love is our gift<\/span><\/p>\n

Every soul<\/span><\/p>\n

Possessed in every heart<\/span><\/p>\n

Remind yourself that you are so lucky <\/span><\/p>\n

So lucky in love<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a9<\/span>2011 Harry Fagel <\/span>all rights reserved<\/em><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The secret to Love is Not really secret it is after all what Everyone is talking about on T.V. and on the News and in your Water cooler conversations Whether base or romantic or fleeting or Eternal it is a Constant strive for us mortals Love tones us out, levels us, keeps it real simultaneously […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":17,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.fagelman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/57"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.fagelman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.fagelman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.fagelman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/17"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.fagelman.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=57"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.fagelman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/57\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":75,"href":"https:\/\/www.fagelman.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/57\/revisions\/75"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.fagelman.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=57"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.fagelman.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=57"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.fagelman.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=57"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}