Guest post of Poetry

An other great post has been sent in by Jane Love (almost wrote Jane Eyre, but she is not that old classic of course 🙂 ). Enjoy!


Heart Pangs

From dusk to dawn…
From stretches to yawn –
Thoughts of you race through my mind.
The very moment I sleep,
Your beautiful face starts to creep
Into a dream that I frequently find
Myself in.
For every night in it, you ride
On your way to meet me
At the church where all will see
My hands lift the veil off you, my bride.
As the priest spoke,
To focus and wait is what I tried.
But whenever I stared at you…
At your beauty – my patience broke.
When we kissed, all cried.
And those who minded were quite a few.
Now you know you’re a professional thief.
Because every night you steal my dreams
Only to stay for a period that’s too brief.
Thus leaving me shedding streams
Upon my awakening.
All because you’re no longer here, my love.
You’ve gone too soon.

Weekly(?) Poetry #7 – from favourites

Edgar Allan Poe


A dream within a dream

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow–
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand–
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep–while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

(Edgar Allan Poe)

Weekly Poetry, #6 – Truly at Home

Even the Sun is more tired than I am, nowadays,

Standing up early and smiling with pride in her face.

Oh, the grace!

Don’t blame her, she’s old enough you know,

I’m just an excited young, a liberated fellow.

Free in nature, at a peaceful harbor.

Fresh air, free view and beautiful silence,

Cutting path of peace through all my senses.

Feels truly at Home!

Our young cat silently and just half awake

Creeping behind my back, the cute little snake.

Looking up thankful and sweet.

They arrived to home, as we did.


Weekly Poetry, #5 – Guest Post 3 by Jane Love

And the third part of her trilogy, as we scheduled

beauty girl cry



Five days you were in a coma
Five days when i thought it was over
Our newfound love demolished by karma’s single maneuver
It took you out like a ranger
Thus putting my life in danger


Cause baby you can’t have forgotten
That without you am nothing
God, you’ve got to bring him back
Or i can’t do anything
I remember the most recent chapter
Of our relationship
Your smile, your laughter
Your sportsmanship.
We were supposed to live happily ever after
In this lovely partnership

– – – – – – – – –  – – –

This is the desire
That i voiced out to my Messiah
If he saved you, I would lift him higher.
I’m no liar
So am bound to keep my word
As long as my request is granted by God
And you return back to this world
to be united with me – your love.

– – – – – –  – – –  – – –

You and I are meant to be

I will never let go of thee

So, if you so desire to go,

Take someone ….. Take me.

Weekly Poetry, #4 – Guest Post 2 by Jane Love

Another week, another poem. Second part of Jane Love‘s poem trilogy work.

Image, again, provided by the author of the poem.




i don’t know how long i have been crying

but my tearful face is drying

and to be calm what i am trying.

Dr. Blake’s words sent my heart flying –

i cannot imagine you dying.


now, in sorrow, i feel downcast

because without you, i would be an outcast…..

A character who plays in no cast.

I have a hunch this calm might not last.


Drivers like that – i would love to punish!

How can you spend the night drinking

only to set off driving ( in a way that hurt my sweetheart ) without thinking?!!


How can you hit down a person and then vanish?

You failed to assist because of the police arriving.

If i were an assassin assigned to you, i’d kill you without blinking!!!!


Dearest, your wound was nasty

but please do not be hasty

to forget that i will be here WAITING

until the day of your awakening.

Weekly poetry, #3

And a good one to you too…a day, I mean, of course!

Weekly Poetry might suggest at first hearing a poem a week, but, hey, let’s break suggested rules. I am living on the edge 😀

Here is an other fresh work of my sleepy, unresting mind, full with plans and expectations, excitements. Constantly active, working, thinking… And yes you see it right, Weekly Poetry’s gotten its own featured image, recurring. A kind of a large logo of it, easy to spot the series between other posts, although I’ve created a new, Poetry category as well.

Exits and plans


Too sleepy, all the thoughts are aching,

Early to stand, but no dreams coming.

Every slow minute, and every damn hour,

Lying restless, in a tired man’s desire.

Something must linger, under the conscious,

Worries on plans, plans bring such a circus?

We have great plans, fears need not to be paired to,

The consciousness says, I’d love to listen to, I hear you!

Would I be, or could, this much excited?

Or the mind, spirit’s awake, while

It smells doom at the exit?!

<by: Me>