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pretentious nonsense

interesting that
the word bears
a resemblance
to the more modern
word "blog"
for which it is not
the root

so if you want your blog
to have a pretentious air
why not spell it
differently
and say what it really is
I know...not all blogs are "blagues"...just having some fun with words.
It was real,
Not fantastic,
I got no flowers,
He was not romantic,
Its better before you know what you want,
So much easier is the response,
But expectations create such work,
Some die and some get hurt,
It must to be real
You cannot pretend,
There is no fairy tale end…….
Just a thin line,
Slave or master?
What is “happily ever after”?
©B L Costello 2018
save your tears
for those who cannot
cry for themselves

save your tears
for meaningful things

for birds of flight
who have lost their wings

for the baby seal
dark eyes eternally deep
who trusting man
feels his heavy club
before eternal sleep

don't cry for your own
misfortune
or pain

think of trees
showered with acid rain

save your tears
for things that
affect everyone

save your tears
for
meaningful things

like fewer song birds
to sing

cry for waters filled
with man's trash
for landfills
and sewage
and sooty ash

don't cry because
your possessions are few

or because
someone
doesn't care for you

cry for the rivers
cry for the sky
cry for the child
who doesn't know
why
his earth is covered
with concrete and steel

cry for the birds
cry for the trees

cry for diminishing numbers
of bees

cry till the world has
no more fears

cry till the salt
is gone
from your tears

cry till the water
that runs
from your eyes
becomes
a new river
clear and wide

let it pour through
mountains
proud and tall

let it rush
to the ocean
mother of all

may she embrace
the rain from
your eyes
water of a being
loving and wise

save your tears
for meaningful things
save your tears
for birds without wings

save your tears
Not intended to sound "preachy" - hope it doesn't! :-)
Not the attraction a boy of ten
has for his peers
he was not even among
the intimate friends
yet a kind of lust I felt
when he was around
a flutter and denser breath
and in his absence
paling of all else.

That early seeding
was a hushed gust
blowing awhile in the ravine of
deep south.

Pretty girls emerged from the dust
and the first man in me
grew out of first love.
Sometimes

I feel
We all feel
A little

BROKEN....
Many sages across the ages,
have sought for a way to define love.
They came up with books of many pages,
many of which were for the wages.

As I wallow in the depth of its definition,
Let this line caress your imagination.
As we worship in the sanctuary of affection,
Let the rivers of passion inspire our decisions.

Love is an attraction,
The earth is held to its orbit by an attractive force.
Can we say love holds the earth?

Love is unjust,
It doesn't act according to contract
It steps in where duty demands
and fight till the end without retreat.
Oh love endures!

Love is not a word,
It acts from the depth of its compassion.
Love doesn't grow old,
It rekindles with every smile, touch and shared passion.
Love will lead you home,
no matter how far you've strayed into the arms of fallacious propagation.
Love will give you warmth,
when cuddled by the frost of discrimination.
Love will be your temple,
irrespective of your religious affiliation.
Dedicated to the loving memories of my father Late Pst Ejiro Sajini. I miss you so much
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