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Nat Lipstadt Jun 2020
Preamble: Compare and Contrast

compare and contrast,
the teacher asks us to
do this,
on a mid-term
exam and I am
                                  struck-up by a resonance combo, a commandment
                                  compare and contrast, somewhere an ineffable has
                                  ordered me to love poetry, in all/only honesty,
                                  in that uncertain way. without surcease.
                                    

                 ­                    functional verbs that a button pushed,
                                            a non-rhyme that sang out somehow
                                                “this is the writing life, this way, yours.”
                                    live and last.
  
with that single directive,
compare and contrast.
without surcease,
                   and your poem then,        has no The End.
preambleto a poem yet unwritten
Ekstyn Jul 2017
There will always be someone else who
Loves you more than I do,
I cannot measure their love with my own,
And I do not think love can be measured by
One heart alone, we are all too different from each other,
I have my own ways of loving, so do you,
So do they…
But I do hope there is someone else who
Loves you more than I do –
I am not infallible, I am only human
Promises and sweet words will not be enough
To keep me from making mistakes…
To absolve me of my mistakes...
I will make mistakes, I don’t know when, but
I am sure I will,
So I pray that someone else will love you
More than I can, someone needs to be able to
Pull you from me before I can
Make too many mistakes
Out of loving you
This is not me telling you that
I don’t love you –
Because I do.
And love has blinded many people,
Love has triumphed over history,
And I, I am nothing but a human.
I will, believe me, love you until
It is the only thing that runs my reasons,
Until sanity has left me,
I will always love you in my own way.
It won’t be by your books –
Or by anyone’s, for that matter.
I will love you the way I am wired to love someone
More than myself,
Bare and raw, and painfully human.
So, I am wishing to God,
That someone else loves you more than I do...

— The End —