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A human being is a human being is a human being, whatever his or her race, creed, sex or sexuality.
Love is a live poem.
Just as a poem is a poem is a poem whatever its structure or theme, so, too, love is love is love … in whatever shape or form.
Those who rage against the world's lovers on grounds of race, creed, sex or sexuality, rage against humanity.
I look at various socio-cultural-religious factions dead set on imposing their ideas and ideals on anyone who does not share theirs … and …thank goodness for the enduring power of love, rising above all else.
CONFIGURING PERSONAL SPACE
Today is all we have;
yesterday left long, long, ago
where tomorrow plays host
to a sandman waiting to say,
‘Hello’
Tonight is all we have;
tomorrow left long, long, ago,
and yesterday never was
until love came by and said,
‘Hello’
This life is all we have;
its ghosts left long, long, ago
on fleeting wings of time
inspiring a sandman’s cheery
‘Hello’
This love is all we have
to be sure, ourselves, to know
in that personal space
forever sounding out its first
‘Hello’
Copyright R. N. Taber 2014
A human being is a human being is a human being, whatever his or her race, creed, sex or sexuality.
Love is a live poem.
Just as a poem is a poem is a poem whatever its structure or theme, so, too, love is love is love … in whatever shape or form.
Those who rage against the world's lovers on grounds of race, creed, sex or sexuality, rage against humanity.
I look at various socio-cultural-religious factions dead set on imposing their ideas and ideals on anyone who does not share theirs … and …thank goodness for the enduring power of love, rising above all else.
‘Love is a smoke raised with the fume of sighs;
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers'
eyes; Being vexed, a sea nourished with loving tears.’ - William Shakespeare (Romeo and Juliet)
Today is all we have;
yesterday left long, long, ago
where tomorrow plays host
to a sandman waiting to say,
‘Hello’
Tonight is all we have;
tomorrow left long, long, ago,
and yesterday never was
until love came by and said,
‘Hello’
This life is all we have;
its ghosts left long, long, ago
on fleeting wings of time
inspiring a sandman’s cheery
‘Hello’
This love is all we have
to be sure, ourselves, to know
in that personal space
forever sounding out its first
‘Hello’
Copyright R. N. Taber 2014
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