| Love was.....
When 'if' lay between you and I And 'never' seemed forever I fell to earth in surrender And you became the centre of my eye
Love is.....
When I pass by you accidentally I grab a sense of your smile When between us is distance measured by the mile I grab a sense of our love immeasurably
Love will be.....
When I can no longer see to see When I can no longer hear to hear I know you will be near Simply just you and me
Love eternally.....
When God granted us our wish finally He put in us a throbbing heart When it stops from this earth we will depart But our Love will live eternally
(For S.....) By Peter Stavropoulos
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| ..I have not forgotten you
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| I have not forgotten you For you have given me Each blessed memory
I have not forgotten you For I hold your hand Each step I stand
I have not forgotten you For you have taught me well Each lesson I spell
I have not forgotten you For in truth you are rare Each thought I have spare
By Peter Stavropoulos
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| Wish upon Another's heart Let her be happy Let her be strong Let her Love right the wrong
Wish upon Another's mind Let it seek Let it be free Let it's knowledge find me
Wish upon Another's soul Let us journey Let us travel far Let our Love guide the star
By Peter Stavropoulos
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| Beauty lies Within your eyes I can't speak Of what I seek Its mystery A majesty No purpose seems To fit dreams Beneath the lid Your eyes hid
By Peter Stavropoulos
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| ..You are Life and Love and More
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| You are life and love and more.
You are earth and fire and more.
You are the sky above the sea below and more.
You are what encompasses life What gives direction What holds hope What nurtures happiness What feeds passion And more.
You are to me What I am to you In my dreams.
By Peter Stavropoulos
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| Each chance A new belief Something new A heart's relief Each romance A lover's hue Finding Love Each in you
By Peter Stavropoulos
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| Emptiness means little without you Words alone cannot equal two You meant little to me before we met The world alone closed every sunset I had fought and lost again What thought had found to gain Its memory a frozen ocean Without you Love's empty notion
(For S.D.) By Peter Stavropoulos
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| What's a friendship? My Love. It's when you promise me your company And keep your promise. It's when we joke about each other And laugh at ourselves. It's when we know we're not perfect And accept each other as we are. It's when we don't expect too much And are happy with what we are given. It's when we value each other's friendship Above all else.
By Peter Stavropoulos
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I Think of You and Miss You
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| How could fate have separated us? I think of you and miss you.
I think of your warm and inviting smile Of the laughter that now brings tears And I miss you.
I think of your small body wrapped in my arms Of the hands that caressed your hair And I miss you.
I think of evenings in front of a fire Of hot chicken soup now gone cold And I miss you.
I think of you bravely waving good bye Of the way you walked out of my sight And I miss you.
I think of lessons you have taught me Of the promises I keep And I miss you.
By Peter Stavropoulos
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| I Thought about you And lost my memory In time I could not remember The loss And yet In you I have a memory Of a happier time
By Peter Stavropoulos
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| The lake where we had swum Naked under the eternal sun Never was..... nor ever set We were..... not yet met
Forests through memories of loss Glisten in shades of emerald gloss Fragrant branches reach the shore Of where you and I are no more
We meander through wooded glens Forgetful of past and future thens We haven't and have seen Were we have and haven't been
It is here we've waited for Patiently at the door If by knocking we do find Eternity to be kind
By Peter Stavropoulos Blessed Easter to all Poets
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| In the everlasting fragrance Of the sound Of your love
I bathe and notice Each winding minute To your door.
To your door The key to which Unlocks each and every Passage in my heart.
By Peter Stavropoulos
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| Your dress is fluttering In the wind - Kiss
I like it when you lie In the sun - Kiss
I'd forgotten the perfume You wore this morning - Kiss
Yesterday we had so much Fun - Kiss
Kisses are misses - Kiss Come back again
By Peter Stavropoulos
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| Rights of passage Were a way of life for you From innocence to post-pubescent age Where your rights belonged to
Abuse and its cousin Neglect Forgiveness and its twin Forgetfulness The two brothers Hate and Disrespect The mother of all evils Togetherness
You were a Loving child A caring and dutiful daughter Who married to come in from the wild A wife led to the slaughter
By some miracle pain became prayer Abandonment became a chance journey Tears became a baptism into Christ's lair A Holy Communion with sins washed away
My darling you came to me When I thought I owned my life Where no tear or prayer could be And became the miracle that is my wife
By Peter Stavropoulos
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| Pure Love knows no rhythm no rhyme It will always be the curve of your back How you look at me innocent and out of time Full of Love for what I lack
Pure Love knows no rhyme no rhythm It will always be the softness of your skin How you sing in quiet moments an anthem a hymn Full of knowledge you hold within
By Peter Stavropoulos
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| Her hand is as soft as my touch Her lips are as red as my heart Nothing can compare as much Pleasure for pleasure will surely start
Moments of madness end with Love Kindness and compassion know not hypocrisy In my mind's eye I see the Lord above Pleasure for pleasure knows not jealousy
Solitude is made perfect together Silence in each other's arms is sure Escape from this world is a wish we share Fantasy made real in pleasure for pleasure
For S..... By Peter Stavropoulos Written on Valentine's Day 2008
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| She Existed before me While I knew not her I knew Love from her While I could not feel I could feel that she was real While I could not believe I believed what Love could achieve While I existed on my own I existed not alone
By Peter Stavropoulos
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| Let us begin here With a sentence And the sentence is love.
Let us begin here With a word And the word is forever.
Let us begin here With a taste of certainty And the certainty is you.
By Peter Stavropoulos.
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The Love I have has no other name
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| The Love I have has no other name It belongs to you The loss imagined imagines me It belongs to you
By Peter Stavropoulos
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| The temple Of the heart Is the knowledge Thereof Of time well spent Of loss And innocence
By Peter Stavropoulos
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| No yes then again maybe could have been wasn't so I thought. I did didn't might have forgotten remembered put aside inside outside together. She said word spoken I listened making not a sound. Isn't it I thought then I spoken made a gesture towards behind. I loved not hated her together listened she also me other nowhere but here.
How often I love her when then isn't she come isn't either neither neither forever.
Elephants make good wood I myself neither would either should I taken lighten onwards forever, I said.
By Peter Stavropoulos
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| While I was saving her She rescued me
She was my surrender While I fought bureaucracy
While I was not to lose She was my amour
She was my muse While I was her saviour
By Peter Stavropoulos
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Woman of my imagination's dreams
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| Wonderful Woman Wonderous Woman Woman of my imagination's dreams
How did you find me? How do I know you?
Wonderful Woman Wonderous Woman
It is you I have longed for Yet still I long for you
Woman of my imagination's dreams Wonderful Woman Wonderous Woman
How you have loved me Yet how I have loved you
Woman of my dreams
By Peter Stavropoulos (For S.....)
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| Happiness is Happiness found
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| Jesus' joy in 'finding the lost sheep' Alice's delight in seeing the rabbit Middle Earth's astonishment in the Hobbit Beauty's delight on rising from her sleep
........... As I have in you
Arthur's belief in drawing Excalibur sword Cook's heroism in discovering uncharted land Romeo's stolen kiss of Juliet's hand Thomas' disbelief in finding the risen Lord
........... As I have in you
Homer's love requited in faithful Marge Batman's trust in his sidekick Robin Genie's obedience of mighty Aladdin Ned Kelly's unbounded freedom at large
........... As I have in you
Odysseus' enchantment at the Siren's sound Prometheus let loose of his ties Penelope's final cries Happiness is Happiness found
........... As I have in you
By Peter Stavropoulos (Written with the help of L.F.Stavropoulos)
(For S....., A...., & L.....)
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| Since I'm here I'll say, Hello How are you? Since I'm not going away I'll stay here And say Hello How are you? If you wish You can stay There is no need To go Be my friend If you wish You can, you know Hello
By Peter Stavropoulos
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| I didn't mean to say goodbye |
| | | I didn't mean to say goodbye I only meant to go To leave as quietly as I came And to feign a hello.
By Peter Stavropoulos
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| Not waiting to be hurt again |
| | | Not waiting to be hurt again I hurt myself In the most unjust way.
Not wanting to be hurt again I direct the pain To strike me in the most painful way.
Never tired of grief I grieve for what I've lost Losing it one more time.
By Peter Stavropoulos
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| The education of the young mind |
| | | The education of the young mind Took place Behind closed doors Because that mind - Initially free - Had to be Taught The value of freedom.
The education of the young mind Took place In an open space Because that mind - Once closed - Had to be Set free To explore itself.
By Peter Stavropoulos
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The Story of a Poem (Narrative Poem) |
| | | Prepared to ridicule himself, this fool Is guarded against the jibes Of those he thinks less inclined to self-criticism. How then is he to gauge his faults And turn them into something worthwhile?
How can he define his foolishness If uncertain as to the extent of his limitations? How can he begin to accept the advice of others - 'Go jump! ' 'Take a good hard look at yourself! ' 'Grow up! ' - If he isn't prepared to be objective?
Unprepared to accept objectivity as objective 'I know what I know', he spouts Ill-mannered, inconsiderate and obstinate. How is he to assume the more demanding role Of the one being spoken to?
No words, it seems, Can convince him of his stupidity. No words, that is, Except his own. Um.... ah.... um.... a poem takes form.
Ironically, loneliness is his theme Nothing else can say what he wants to say. Happiest is he, when miserable Exposing his misery for all the world to see. No one, it seems, is quite as miserable as he.
He takes care not to say too much In case, To make his point He admits (in the mode of a tragic figure) That there is nothing to say.
Logically, 'there is nothing to say' explains His actions Although failing to describe What bothers him. It seems that that can only be other people.
In them, real feelings express themselves And a challenge presents itself for him to understand them No matter It is they not understanding him That concerns me.
As querulous as it may sound It is their obsession with 'reality' That he objects to. No amount of persuasion can convince them That his feelings are real.
'Such as absurd notion demands an explanation' He hears them say, but he is only prepared To go on dreaming - Observing others observing him Observing them.
His sincerity Isn't expressed in conventional terms. Unbeknownst to them, he cares And unknowingly they add to his suffering As they refuse to acknowledge his feelings.
His suffering - A product of a trivial pursuit For universal meanings - Is compounded by those who think him Lacking.
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Lacking in those human qualities He most desires He turns to someone, who, Without her knowing, Possesses them for him.
Kindly, she admits him - Herself lacking the assurance To comprehend the extent of his need. She feels for him As one would a child, an innocent, a poet.
His feelings exist in her eyes, And his failings form His 'uniqueness' - A reason For loving him.
Sufficent reason, in itself, For him to love her. Nevertheless he feels An even greater need To justify his feelings.
Their differences, His reliance on her And, equally, Hers on him Need explaining.
As others see it Their differences contain the germs of disunity, And in their interdependence, signs of submission. Again they see things in 'real terms' Neglecting to take into account the power of the imagination.
She isn't what she appears to be Her beauty transcends experience With all pain absorbed in her - He shares in her happiness And is privy to her sensitivity.
She instills in him a new faith, Another reason to write - A belief in humanity. This is what he must explain To those who think him foolish.
But he remains aloof Barred by a certain quirk in his character - Whenever he tries to be serious He gives the impression Of being insincere.
When he tries to explain his feelings It's as if he is the one Who needs to be convinced - His new found faith seems void Without someone else to believe it.
Yet people want to listen And give him the chance he's been looking for - The chance to prove himself to them. They're not heartless, And would rather not judge anyone unfairly.
The truth is, however, That he is such a fool That he needs to hear his own words From someone else's mouth Before he can believe them.
By Peter Stavropoulos
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