Photo by Candida.Performa/Flickr Poems for St. Valentine’s Day 2020 The Society February 13, 2020 Beauty, Culture, Humor, Love Poems, Poetry 7 Comments O, Where Is Love? by James A. Tweedie O, where is love? You’ll find it in the pain _That binds a mother to her newborn child; _In bitter-broken friendships reconciled; _And in the kiss of lovers in the rain; In being kind and offering a smile _To hardened hearts too cynical to care; _In making right something that was unfair _And taking time to go the extra mile. O, where is love? A Golden Rule? A creed? _It’s close at hand and isn’t hard to find. _It’s in our heart, our soul, our strength, and mind, _A counterpoint to selfishness and greed. To love your neighbor is not hard to do; Just do what you would have them do to you. Love that Lasts by James A. Tweedie The flame-impassioned kiln of lust burns hot; _Incendiary fireworks of heart _And thigh; an all-embracing juggernaut _Of lovers self-consumed by Eros’ dart. Fair reason and good common-sense are slain _In darkness; frequent deep regrets at dawn _When cooling ashes are all that remain _Of faux-felt, fickle love, now dead and gone. Such love, when not rekindled, fades away, _Temporal and ephemeral at best. _But love which puts the other first each day _Will burn the brightest and outlast the rest. True love is not based solely on the thrill, But reaffirmed each day by force of will. Aspects of Love (let me count the ways) by Susan Jarvis Bryant Some say love resides in the reddest of roses and fizz in two flutes of Champagne; on a knee by the sea where a honey proposes and in the refrain of the rain. Some say love’s pizzazz lives in dazzling diamonds and tulle-and-lace trips down the aisle; in the blaze of amazing, sun-gazing horizons that light dismal days with a smile. Some say that love blossoms in silken seduction of chic, barely-there underwear, ‘neath the stare of the stars and the moon-dappled jasmine that perfumes the warm midnight air. Some say that love nestles in chocolates and flowers that celebrate marital ties, with the lift that a gift brings to mark all those hours that sparkle in each other’s eyes. Some say that love dwells in the loneliest places and catches scarred hearts unaware; and erases all sorrows with glorious graces, embracing the broken with care. Some say that the bliss of sweet kisses and laughter exists in things money can’t buy. Some say a Ferrari buys love ever after for a flush-with-cash, flash kinda guy. I say that love’s blind and a cute Casanova may hide a snide toad beneath charm. If he’s haughty and warty get rid of that rover before your heart heads towards harm. I say that love’s deaf to a smarmy Lothario whose schmoozing leads damsels astray; and it’s dumb when it comes to a rollicking Romeo with a wink and a wilting bouquet… so, beware this St. Valentine’s Day! NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Please see our Comments Policy here. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 7 Responses Joseph S. Salemi February 13, 2020 These are all nicely crafted poems for St. Valentine’s Day. About Bryant’s poem: regardless of how one chooses to scan it (there are a number of possible ways), it moves along with a steady and delightful rhythm. My tendency is to hear a dactylic beat ( / x x ) at the core of it: Some say that love dwells in the loneliest places and catches scarred hearts unaware (x / x x / x x / x x / x) (x / x x / x x /) I hear the three strong dactyls in the first line, and the two strong dactyls in the second. Bryant maintains this powerful rhythm throughout the poem. Other more exacting metricists, like my friend Kip Anderson, will read both lines as beginning with an iamb, and then read the remaining part of the line in a different metrical signature. So, for example, the second line could be scanned an an iamb followed by two anapests. James Tweedie’s “Love that Lasts” brought to mind the Circle of the Carnal Sinners in Dante’s Inferno, where those who are condemned for sexual license are swept up in a swirling cyclone — a condign punishment for their inability to control their physical passions. And the words “faux-felt, fickle love” make a striking alliteration. Reply Susan J Bryant February 13, 2020 Mr. Salemi, I appreciate your spot on analysis. When I was writing it I was fully aware of the different ways it could be read and decided, after much deliberation, to stick with word choice above meter. I’m glad you enjoyed it. Happy Valentine’s Day! Reply Mike Bryant February 13, 2020 Three lovely poems for Valentine’s Day… with probity and humour. Susan I do love Your beautiful humour. Reply Susan J Bryant February 14, 2020 Thank you, biggest fan. Happy Valentine’s Day ❤️ Reply C.B. Anderson February 13, 2020 James, In “Love that Lasts” you touch on a very important point (in the final couplet) that is almost universally misunderstood: Love is not a feeling (though it entails all sorts of feelings), but an act of will. And, Susan, As usual, a delightfully complex and humorous reflection/confection. You have an extraordinary gift for unifying the light and the deadly serious. Reply Susan J Bryant February 13, 2020 Mr. Anderson, you have managed to sum up my poetry succinctly and perfectly. Thank you very much for you fine eye and appreciation. Happy Valentine’s Day! Reply Susan J Bryant February 13, 2020 Mr. Tweedie, your poems are admirably crafted, perceptive and beautiful. 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