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THE POETS
by Terry OlynikSomewhere
Sometime
The poets
Dictated
It was the heart -
A blood pumping organ
Where
Love resides.
Whereas
It is
The head
Where
Love resides.
A dirty look,
A withering glance
Kills love's
Final chance.
Burying
All
That went before.
10/07/2006 Posted on 10/08/2006
Copyright © 2025 Terry Olynik
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 10/08/06 at 04:12 AM Your wry wit and humor abound in this poem. What can I say, but that I enjoyed reading it and it gave me a laugh because of its humor in the last stanza. Unfortunately, it's true.
~Chelle~ |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 10/08/06 at 01:58 PM Well, its the heart which rules the skull in the matters of love, even when the 'a dirty look' kills it once and for all. The whatever, we commonly know as love. |
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