"St. Valentine" by Metzinger‘L O V E…’: and Other St. Valentine’s Day Poems by Susan Jarvis Bryant The Society February 14, 2021 Beauty, Culture, Humor, Love Poems, Poetry 22 Comments . L O V E… It’s not a dozen scentless hothouse roses. __It’s not a chocolate-box of sweet cliché. It’s not the scorching kiss that lust imposes __To lead the fired and fevered flesh astray. It’s not an aphrodisiacal dinner __Or sighs in dizzy highs of fine Champagne. It’s not a pricy pledge placed on a finger __If Always means till youth and fervor wane. It’s words all selfless souls have thought and spoken. __It’s songs that soar above the spinning sphere. It’s heaven’s gift, a glorious golden token __That shines its rays when days are dark and drear. It’s ears that hear the fear beneath our laughter. __It’s eyes that warm us when our world is cold. It’s hands that hold us here and ever after— __Beyond the age when bones and hope grow old. It’s never been a borrower or lender; __Its bliss is given unconditionally. Its flame burns with a beauty, truth and splendor __That blazes in the bond that sets us free. It’s rest when we are weary, lost and lonely. __It’s peace when here on earth we’re ash and dust. It’s forever—it’s our cherished one and only— __Love’s our pleasure… Love’s our savior… Love’s our must. Originally published in Expansive Poetry Online . . A Plea to Aphrodite on Valentine’s Day Aphrodite, Aphrodite, bless our bed tonight With a passion wild enough to scorch the sheets. Aphrodite, Aphrodite, douse us in delight From our lips to hips to where our interest meets. Aphrodite, Aphrodite, turn his handsome head With my nightie so darn light it’s barely there. Aphrodite, Aphrodite, gloss my grin bright red Then toss my frightful blight of underwear. Aphrodite, Aphrodite, make me rather naughty In my nightie made to make him naughty too. Aphrodite, Aphrodite, tell us truly, ought we Have a racy Kama Sutra rendezvous? Aphrodite, Aphrodite, all this talk of nookie Leaves my fevered mind and body all at sea. Aphrodite, Aphrodite, bring us each a cookie With a hit-the-spot hot pot of steaming tea. . . A Senseless Sonnet She’s prancing with her perfect paramour. I think he favors Darwin’s missing link. She says he knocks her socks off—rocks her core. I hope he keeps his on—his foul feet stink. The nauseating tootsies of her beau Don’t taint her dainty nostrils with their funk. Since passion’s flame has set her heart aglow Her sniffer can’t detect a fetid skunk. His aggravating drone assaults the ear, But she can only hear his lilting tone. And when he burps then slurps his umpteenth beer Her lips don’t gripe or grumble, grouse or groan. I knew that love was blind, now I can tell It’s also deaf and dumb and cannot smell! . . Susan Jarvis Bryant is a church secretary and poet whose homeland is Kent, England. She is now an American citizen living on the coastal plains of Texas. Susan has poetry published in the UK webzine, Lighten Up On Line, The Daily Mail, and Openings (anthologies of poems by Open University Poets). 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 firstname.lastname@example.org. 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) 22 Responses James Sale February 14, 2021 There is a wit and genius in this; I love your structures and repetitions, and slow build-ups, sort of orgasmic in their very artistic way! Well done. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant February 15, 2021 James, what a wonderful comment! Thank you very much! Reply Paul Freeman February 14, 2021 Three wonderful poems, Susan. Must say, though, ‘nookie’ may leave some readers scratching their loafs. Reply Gail February 14, 2021 Loafs! Might make some people scratch their heads. (I learned a new word! Thank you, thank you, thank you.) Reply Joseph S. Salemi February 14, 2021 “Nookie” (for sex) is American slang from the 1930s and 40s. It’s curious that a Brit would know this term. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant February 15, 2021 Joe S., I thought it went perfectly with ‘cookie’ and the theme of the poem. I don’t know the exact origin of the word ‘nookie’, but when I was in my teens, a ventriloquist called Roger De Courcey and his coarse-mouthed puppet, Nookie Bear, took England by storm. My grandmother kindly and gleefully told me the meaning of the bear’s name. At the time, I had no idea what an impact that naughty little bear would have on my poetry. lol Susan Jarvis Bryant February 15, 2021 Thank you very much, Paul. As for ‘nookie’ and ‘loaf’… I’ve found there’s no end to the treasure trove of linguistic gems if I tap the recesses of my filbert. 😉 Reply Russel Winick February 14, 2021 These are all fine poems, Susan. “Aphrodisiacal dinner”? I’ll have what they’re having! Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant February 15, 2021 Thank you, Russel, for your lovely comment and the reminder of that hilarious scene! Reply Jeff Eardley February 14, 2021 Susan, you have done it again, that is, causing me to splutter in my coffee whilst reading “Aphrodite” before heading for a cold shower and then a spell of self-flagellation with birch twigs. “Love” is one of those enduring works that my mother and her generation would have savoured. It should be the only message in every Valentine card from now on. I can identify with “Darwin’s missing link” in the Sonnet as it applies to most of my friends. You have reminded me to go and tidy the sock drawer. I might just give “Aphrodite” another go when it goes dark, and as for “nookie”….in your dreams grandad! Thanks for lighting up another dark day. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant February 15, 2021 Jeff, I’m glad my poems shone a little light in the UK darkness. You won’t believe this, but our little town in Texas has ground to a halt. A ‘big freeze’ is on it’s way, and after a night of electricity outages and fear of the pipes freezing, we have woken up to a dusting of snow. This has closed shops, restaurants and my office. I am smiling as I cast my mind back to days in England when I battled my way through knee-deep snow to my car and braved an ice-slick journey on treacherous roads to get to work. You know the saying, ‘everything is bigger in Texas’ ~ the snowmen are of miniature proportions… tiny little midget ones that are now calling out for me to build them! I feel fun coming on. 🙂 Reply Jeff Eardley February 15, 2021 Susan, yes, your unusual weather has featured on our news today. I hope the hummingbirds find shelter, and good luck with the snowmen. Norma Okun February 14, 2021 Love is proud need, someone better than me wrote that. A true poet. Your poems show a lot we don’t need and therefore love still is love looking to be a source of our completeness. Your humor is exquisite. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant February 15, 2021 Thank you, Norma. Reply Cynthia Erlandson February 14, 2021 “It’s not a chocolate box of sweet cliche.” Love it! Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant February 15, 2021 Cynthia, I’m thrilled you like that line… it’s a line that could lead candy stores into liquidation. lol Reply C.B. Anderson February 14, 2021 Great stuff as usual, Susan. The reason that your poems are almost always so funny is that they are true and never silly. You are Mort Sahl funny; it’s called a mordant wit. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant February 15, 2021 C.B., thank you very much. I had not heard of Mort Sahl and had to do a bit of googling. I’m glad I did and I’m proud to be compared to such a wit. Reply David Watt February 17, 2021 Susan, your extension of blind love to include several more senses is both accurate and humorous. The concluding stanza of your second poem is a great way to bring things back to earth. The combination of a cookie and a steaming pot of tea is a fitting reflection of your American home and your British heritage. In Australia we also know exactly what a ‘nookie’ is. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant February 18, 2021 David, thank you for dropping by to read my aspects of love poetry… I’m thrilled I entertained you, and that you know exactly what ‘nookie’ is. lol. I would like to know if Australians love tea as much as the British. The only tea Texas revels in is iced tea. This is still alien to me, and I cannot face a crisis without a steaming pot of English Breakfast or Assam. Reply Dave Whippman February 28, 2021 I pity the lady in “A Senseless Sonnet” when she falls out of love and regains her sense of smell! Well written. Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant February 28, 2021 … and when she’s taken the rose-coloured spectacles off and can hear him slurping his ale too, what a tragic and rude awakening! 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