Poems Loosely about Love
by Douglas Gilbert
Deep, deep. Cheap deep. Somebody’s been telling boys that girls like poems. Secret: mostly it’s a pun-moan except as a gesture from someone they already like, and like a classic line, and classic manipulation, those boys are like stinging insects hiding on a flower. That boy’s “all hat and no cattle.”
What about cute Nature? Revelations: bees who sting are not charming; about the prettiness of birds: Great Horned Owls break the spine of a fox and eat it alive. Plus, once in a while (once upon a time): Sharks, wolves, lions, and other creatures who have publicists extolling their virtues, actually do attack or eat people.
Free Verse Versus Classic
Free verse poetry has its flaws but it generally is more forgiving and giving than any of the rigid classic forms. Here are two, one free and one slave to stifling formality:
I imagine you drifting
in thoughts on the bus
by the window with
a mystery package
Hear me honk
see me as the bird
that flaps a clap
applauding your reverie
On your way, squealing
with the wheeling of the bus
I am the squeaky brakes
squawking to see you; I am
the roar of the engine
Wake up. Don’t
miss your stop
don’t drop your
Arrive soon, because
I can’t wait to
open you up
to ride with me
The Lip of Music
The romp of love beguiles, a playful horse
my heart a rider gripping spirit’s trip,
a bit of banter falls from saddled lips.
A candor canters, musical in source
a clip-clop hoofing it, my fruit is tossed.
Her lust like cantaloupes so sweetly quipped
yet love’s a cherry deeply red of lip
outspoken rips in bound’ries’ gorgeous loss
I know you love me mole and mountain bluff.
I show my cards, won’t raise to bluff a love.
It’s real this deal of sharing zeal, a bliss.
No gamble oneness riding thought enough
to join two souls, a coup by doves
who fly with coos to play the music’s kiss