Holy Emotions
A Collection of Love Poetry
Vincent de Paul
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
1.Sonia Meets Sam
2.Original Sin
3.The Call
4.Story of Love
5.Music of the Sun
6.Happy Birthday
7.Memories
8.Mad Love
9.Better Never Again
10.A Long Time Ago
11.Sexy Gal
12.Sister …
13.Hasta la Vista, Babe!
14.Lost Love
15.Missing My Babe
16.Love is Wicked
17.Soledad
18.The Breakup
19.Complicated Love
20.She Left
21.True Love
22.Deceptions
23.To Love Again
24.Never Ever
25.Missing You
26.Hope
27.The Sonnet
28.The Crime
29.Cold Love
30.Holy Emotions
31.War of Love
32.The Quest
33.Crazy About You
34.First Kiss
35.Lonely
36.In Love
37.Crime of Love
38.I Watched Her Leave
39.At Last We Met
40.I’m Not An Angel
41.The Holy Trinity of Love
42.Rage
43.Florence Merab
44.The Last War
45.The Obsequies
46.Rest in Peace, My Love
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For
Love
Forever and for always!
My only love, sprung from my innocent heart,
Too early seen unknown, and known too late.
Prodigious birth of love it is to me,
That I ought to love a heart that knows no love.
Sonia Meets Sam
What a sad mistake you made
Life forever torn, never to be mend,
Chided the voice in him;
His sermon trailed
For the umpteenth time
When he looked her way
Marvelous beauty in the nave
Truly God’s handiwork.
Just watching him preach
Made her want to reach,
and touch him—yes, touch—
Something he was never going to allow;
She stared at him,
She oblivious to him,
the preacher she wanted, the preacher
She had fallen in love with.
Her Madonna face, dazzling eyes
Pouty lips, chubby cheeks
she’s beauty itself—Venus
From the pulpit the preacher saw
Wished he had never taken the vow
such crave wouldn’t be raw
Denied to him by vocation.
Man of such grace, and vitality
She thought from the nave,
I am sitting here
Yet I want to be over there
Wish I had seen him long ago
I wouldn’t be feeling this way:
She blushed, ashamed of herself.
“I’m Sam, as in Samson. Pleasure…” he said.
The service was over,
She couldn’t believe it , yet she said
“I’m Sonia, nice to meet you.”
The man of God, the angel,
invited her to the vicarage, and
Sam was of Sonia—SamSoni.
Original Sin
The cool linen sheets caressed her cheeks
and she smelt him and the aphrodisiac
the red wine he had drank her with
The acridity of his masculinity;
She stretched her hand for him, he was gone
The memories of it failed
Except for the all-too familiar voice
The voice of her little black heart
Echoing and reverberating inside,
“The devil is beautiful...”
She felt a soaring sense of victory, riotous appetite
For the sweet fruit of Eden;
Her ever clean white sheets were stained
The stain of shame
The stain of sin
The stain of the beautiful devil;
It was the trace of her maturity
Trace of sinfulness
Trace of her broken virginity.
The Call
Slowly I scanned the congregation
the aura was of medieval sanction
I saw this statuesque face
a replica of the Madonna
God’s wonderful work
My sermon trailed off
Human beauty tempts.
She was the Delilah of Samson,
She made me a sinner
She made me a winner
I became a breadwinner
She became my diviner;
The call I never recall
long gone and done with
Never again to be alone
but be as two in one.
Story of Love
Babe, when I look at you
I wonder what to think
Of the beauty staring back at me,
Lost for words of compliment
You scare me away wit’ your beauty.
Your lips can spill kisses like a fountain
I can’t kiss them lest I corrupt you
I restrain from touching your cheese-cheeks
You’d be thawed away by my fiery hands
And explode in to shards of passion
And tempt me to grope for the forbidden.
I look at your small perky breasts
How I yearn to fondle them,
Your bosom debilitates me with desire.
I feel erupting like a volcano,
I want to feel you all over me as we rock
When we escape from the flock;
I want to move with you in dance
A slow waltz of romance;
And then we shall have a chance
To tell each other the story of love.
Music of the Sun
So unfortunate you’re born of land in distance
it makes your being an unlucky existence
but with you so far away with this distance
I know a million ways to love somebody.
The sun rising, its splendour spreads
the fine satin of the linen the body caresses
Memories of the dreams the mind carries
The fantasy of the sweet forbidden cherries;
Warm welcome for the rising sun
Strength to trudge all day till it goes back down
The longing turns to dream,
Cold night tumble wishing it doesn’t dawn
I would just but have to l
et me drown,
To the tunes sang in June for the moon
Singing the music of the sun for the new day
When we’d make no boring fun of the distance
But until that day, you’re the verse and stanza
Of the music that I sing for the sun .
Happy Birthday
As though blessed with ubiquity
Babe, you touch all my holy iniquity
I long for the day of our unity
Unification like of the trinity,
Yet this distance creates frailty.
This very day you were born
You celebrate yet I ain’t there;
I want to write and sing you songs
I want to be one of among the throngs
Yet I never get what my heart longs.
In a world full of strange humanity
You’re the one I know and love,
Take n’ accept these words as my present
For I couldn’t make it to your birthday party.
Memories
Unlucky you’re so far away
but I think of you every day
You always get your way,
Creep up all the way
To be in my memories always;
Your pretty face is like a halo
Your voice music to the soul
Your touch heals all my ills;
But what I have is memories of you
I want all your fears to fade
And listen to your whispers on my ears.
The recent past I resent backing
The cloud this time is so bleak,
The visions are so ominous
Tomorrow seems dreadful
Yet I hope for a silver line
And the recent madness to go away;
I hate the feeling
That you’re so slipping away
That I am throwing it away
That I am losing you yet I pray:
Memories of you are so ominous.
Mad Love
Only yesterday
you came out of the blue
I was looking for nobody, true
today I get your missives Miss
Telling me how you miss
The times we never had,
Signed “Yours ...”
When did I own you please?
When did you mother a son so big at sixteen?
By the way I’ve no brother
this is not what it should be
I know love is different from madness.
Better Never Again
With foggy eyes did she look at me
Lips quivering, eyes wide shut, kissed me
Perfunctory than never before;
then full of tension she jerkily released me.
I gave her the anticipatory stare of “I love you”
Words she said always after such kissing.
Then she spoke what I was sure would be
Words I never thought were in her diction.
Still rooted to where we had stood kissing
Her bullet-voice hit me long after she was gone
Ricocheting and reverberating deep inside
That better never again see each other;
What a romantic goodbye?
A Long Time Ago
I just called to say hello to an old friend
Lest you tagged me fiend,
Now you mistook it for the first step
Of a long itinerary of romance;
You christened me your boyfriend
Yesterday you called me your lover
Today you promote me to fiancé
I’m soon to graduate as your hubby
Babe, you astound me, who knows
Maybe you loved me from a long time ago.
Sexy Gal
Your eyes are a gelatinous orbs of love
smiley face like the Mona Lisa’s;
Your cherry lips intense kisses they spill
teeth whiter than snow
Your small young breasts are like apples
I can’t wait to wrap my arms around your waist
I dream to feel your luscious thighs against mine,
and your body is statuesque, willowy
Michelangelo couldn’t have done better.
Sister …
Oh my sister
You are an angel
A package of rare beauty,
Your breasts are like minarets
Calling men to worship
You hypnotize them
Make their heads twirl
Make their bodies swirl
What more can I tell you girl
You glory in the attention they give you.
Mother used to beat your legs closed
“Sit like a girl.”
Now all lessons are gone
you flaunt your body
Shake booty in men’s faces
and they tuck dollar bills
in your bust and butt
Mother would kill herself
If she knew the daily bread she thrives on
Is mined from the temple of the Holy Spirit
She believes you guard like a secret.
Hasta la Vista, Babe!
I believe you’re sent from above
Thank you for giving me your love,
The comfort I get from your bosom;
Receive my appreciation
For I didn’t have to pour libation.
Like a lily among thorns
You are, my love, among women;
When it comes to pass this moment
With you away from home,
In my heart of hearts you shall remain
A constant reminder of our love.
Now we have to say goodbye
Till I see you again after the holiday, in May
Hasta la vista, babe!
Lost Love
I thought you’re sent from above
So much I gave you for love,
The sun found us making love
Went down leaving us cuddling at the alcove;
You twinkled like the panoply of stars above
Our love the deepest of oceans;
I never thought you could’ve had enough;
Now we no longer feel the love.
Tell me why there’s no appreciation
Of the love we once gave so much attention
between us is great tension,
Babe, you’re giving me hypertension
Now we no longer feel the love.
I gonna shake the stress away and get moving
So long gone are days when you were so loving
Since now it’s lacking
All the walls cracking
The hurt so whacking
And no longer on it working
We’ve to move on, hurting
Our hearts still hacking the soul.
Missing My Babe
We lived of stolen moments
every time compliments,
I have lived all these months
battled with all my strength;
To delay the explosion of this passion.
Ten months I’ve been without sight of my love
Ten minutes longer will make it sweeter
in the arms of my love;
I see the flowers nod in unison
The pain and strain of the past months recedes.
Tell Me, Babe
I know loving me you’ve ceased
Don’t tell me it’s going to be like this till I’m deceased;
It hurts to know I’m no longer missed,
and this gets you pleased;
Why this feeling within me so deep?
Why do I wish you were still mine to keep?
Why do I do nothing but just weep?
Why do I no longer have comfort even of sleep?
Tell me this before you go down the cliff so steep;
I can sense the impending disaster
Tell me you are not going to miss the banter and laughter
Tell me you are not going to miss the caress,
The things we did without duress
For there has been no love of much love
Than the love I had for you my lovely dove.
Love is Wicked
You tell me my love is wicked
and you can’t pretend you love me.
You too have your own feelings
And with me that’s all right
It’s the notion deep inside you
I don’t like even in the least
And that’s why you say
My love is wicked I know.
Soledad
I thought I was flying without wings
Knowing that you’re the girl of my life;
and the joy it brought
When I found you
and made my life whole, complete.
Out of the blue you no longer trust me
You now doubt my love for you;
You make me plummet down
I see nobody down there to salvage me
I’m afraid I’m gonna
Break my neck from the fall
Never again to fly without wings
Though I believe I can fly.
Seems there ain’t so much left to say between us
There ain’t so much left for you,
And you are going to move on wit’ your life
Mine has come crashing;
If this is your decision, n’ there’s nothing I can do
I’m gonna sail on a flotsam of dejection,
I’m the one feeling lost
Though I’m not gonna dethrone you
As the Queen of my heart
Forever you shall rule.
The Break-up
You broke my heart to pieces
And scattered the shards everywhere
In to the middle of nowhere;
When you walked away.
Smile seldom forms on my lips
I’m nervous, everything slips
just tell me this was a Freudian-slip
and you are coming back.
Whenever I felt you needed me there
I gave you the whole of my heart
you never told me you never wanted it.
Oh fire and desire of my hurt heart,
I’m no longer in thy sweet heart
Gone are the days of “my sweetheart”
And now you live in mine heart
As nothing but heartache
This must be a terrible mistake.
How could you be pain?
That’s alright, though
and whilst it’s hard
I shall puff and huff ahead
and learn to live wit’ a hurt heart.
Complicated Love
To me it’s quite tough
To get that light laugh,
When all you do is quarrel;
Never look me in the eye
Never give me a smile,
You forever smirk.
It feels odd
to hold a conversation
when words are not heard
to stretch my hand and touch you
when my hand is leprous.
I find it hard to look at you
When the cold in your eyes
Freezes me from a mile away
I find it quite hard
to love a complicated heart;
Yester night you loved me
In the morning you doubted
In the evening you no more love me;