The apple falls The shoe drops The plan it tracks The gravity of such law as undisputed You need not condone Whatever weigh You obey Such gravity Know more Know less Sow it is With love Know greater law
This poem is about love, more specifically, the law of love. Few people would dare deny the law of gravity, and gravity will have its way with us regardless of what we do or believe. This poem is a call to recognize that the law of love is no less fundamental than recognized laws of physics. The law of love is a law of metaphysics. You don’t have to respect, obey, or even know the law of love in order for the law of love to operate. And just like the law of gravity, if you do not act in accordance with the law of love, then things gets busted up and people get hurt. May we harmonize ourselves with the law of love — know greater law.
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POEM: Breath of Fresh Heir Each mourning Brings that which is light Though wanting to rest As the whirled spins under my feet I am Still Razed Too my feat Standing on Perhaps a singular word Mysteriously helled Together In God-ordained gravity Until that thirst Breath of fresh heir As awe is knew This poem is about coming out of […]...
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Her gentle generosity Levels a see of petty lacks Her abundant kindness Overwhelms any insecurity Her abiding faith Shrinks fear two size Her steadfast patience Outlasts wistful worries Her joy Outshines any mourn Her bounding gratitude Is a magnet For awe good things Her’s is a perfect storm Flooding my body and soul with love Leaving no hope, nor desire, for escape As I am Only to be Perpetually satisfied With the her And now
Since today is Valentine’s Day, please enjoy this love poem that I wrote for the love of my life. This one is for public consumption; however, most of the poetry that I write for her is for her eyes only…
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POEM: Innocence — An Owed In A Sense Her innocence Was immune to their dis ease As be wilder And a tempt However tempered Only to be Dis missed As just A guile His innocence Deified awe bravery In the face Of accusations summoned As subdude As never a cur to them Posing the quest in Guise will Be guise Her bosom leaped […]...
In this world Of confusion and doubt I know one thing for sure You are a thief Having stolen my heart My chest emptied And never the less A living pray Bleeding hope From the whole in my soul That you will only Follow the law Of love And forever repay me With your consummate crime In blessed possession Of stolen goods
In honor of Valentine’s Day tomorrow and ode to my sweetheart of 22 years, please enjoy this love poem. May you experience much love in your life.
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POEM: Breath of Fresh Heir Each mourning Brings that which is light Though wanting to rest As the whirled spins under my feet I am Still Razed Too my feat Standing on Perhaps a singular word Mysteriously helled Together In God-ordained gravity Until that thirst Breath of fresh heir As awe is knew This poem is about coming out of […]...
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I am The curator Of your infinite beauty Privy to collections timeless And in real time Streaming glorious tributaries To the art of who you are
This is a poem about the glorious privilege in close relationships of having unique access to the beauty of another, particularly a lover. Inspired by my muse and sweetheart, such beauty is an unending — as in head over heels — source of teeming enthrallment. I genuflect at the mass of wondrous moments and shared memories. Mere reminiscence of our first kiss is lost in the wake of our most recent kiss. Every new kiss shatters the inadequacy of my imagination with the surpassing reality of beauty ever anew. In the face of such beauty, my poetry pales. The irresistible invitation to shut up and kiss me blissfully wins the day, holy inseparable. Only when apart is my poetry birthed, orphaned of such beauty, hankering for those unrivaled tears of joy.
This poem, while a testament to the beauty of human love, offers a parallel connection to an even more holy love. As so aptly stated by Victor Hugo in Les Miserables: “To love another person is to see the face of God.” This should surprise no one who sees God as love. God revels in your infinite beauty, even if others may not witness it. You are an ongoing work of art only adequately appreciated when one subject experiences another subject, not merely for what they do or look like, but who they are, both a work and source of ineffable art and artistry.
In my poems, I frequently use “I am” in a single line. This is meant to allude to God, “I AM.” In Exodus 3:14, Moses is instructed to tell his fellow Israelites from whom he is sent: “I AM.” The long version, “I AM WHO I AM,” speaks to the sovereign character of God. To the less discerning this may simply appear akin to Popeye declaring “I am what I am,” or Forrest Gump simply affirming, “Stupid is as stupid does.” However, in the pedagogy of God, such tautologies are unhelpful. Whatever Popeye is, is what he is. On the face of it, what stupid is, is what stupid does. Still, whatever I might do, or however I may appear to you, does not fully define who I am. Your unduplicated set of personal thoughts and feelings, hopes and desires, experiences and perspectives, confound explication and formulation. And, as for you, as for God (or vice versa). You, as an authentic subject, are not fully experienced if only related to as a thing that looks a certain way and behaves in a certain way. The sacredness of being beloved is not the same as merely being witnessed or even appreciated for what one is or how one behaves. The sacredness of being beloved encompasses a reverence for our ongoing artistry, the chosen project of our unreplicable life, what ever that may be. This reflects the love a parent has for a child, regardless of what they happen to be at any given moment, or how they behave. This reflects the love one has for their beloved, seeking their beloved’s best, even when it may be in parent conflict with what is best for them. Similarly, God, as an authentic subject, is not fully experienced simply by examining, however closely, creation, and what the universe looks like or how it behaves. Such data sets, however extensive, and formulations, however complete, cannot capture the living God; just as you are not defined only by how you look to others and how your behaviors are perceived. Two subjects meeting, experiencing one another: this is the stuff of gods and goddesses, where new worlds are created. Theologians, philosophers, and even scientists, talk about God, but this has little resemblance to experience looking God in the I. And if this peers inaccessible, find a good lover, have a child, maybe both. You assuredly will be surprised!
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I was mistaken All those years Those sweetest ours Thinking I was making love When in truth Love was making me
This love poem, as most of my poems, can be read several ways. Of course, the simplest reading is a testament to the transformative power of romantic relationship love. Love is more than something that we, as individuals, “make.” Love is something larger than ourselves that we participate in. Love makes us better humans, much more so than could be designed by our minds however clever, or imagined by our hearts however large and open. Certainly, love makes us better than we could ever be outside of human relationships, on our own.
When thinking of poetry, I suspect that thinking of love poems is the most common and iconic. Love, the mystery of mysteries, is at the heart of poetry, trying to put into words that which can’t quite be put into words. I have described writing poetry as the heart and mind making love. The melding of the workings of the heart and mind is a struggle for balance and wholeness that pervades every human endeavor.
Psalm 85:10 describes this as peace and justice kissing. My intent in writing this poem was also to allude to such a wide theme, that of loving the world in a way that makes the world a better place for all. Peace and justice kissing is the way this becomes a reality in the world. Practicing that discipline of love makes us better humans, even if the reciprocity of that love is not immediately evident. Describing such ventures as love of God — love of Love — is a common spiritual discipline to carry us through the dry patches of of unrequited love on earth. Such love lives in the hope that the way of love (God’s will) will be “on earth as it is in heaven” (from the Lord’s prayer). Of course, the demands of justice are trans-generational, perhaps perpetual, requiring a patience and perspective beyond our own life. We don’t work simply for ourselves, that is if we are working in love and for justice. It strikes me, sometimes in the face, that love of enemy is the gold standard spiritual practice for melding peace and justice, holding fast to perfecting love, in creating a world where one side fits all. Every loving act brings us closer to peace and justice, no matter how far off they seem. Every loving act engenders hope and courage for both the gentle patience and bold courage needed for peace and justice to kiss. May you find love in every personal relationship, within your community, and in every conception of God you may have.
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I pulled her over Two the shoulder Commuting her sentence Proffering a rest Having know knead for license Or proof of assurance
I just got back from a holiday weekend with my sweetheart. She had inspired this poem recently. We both relish the mutual joy of her resting in my arms. Also, she has had a long commute to work for a long time, thus the metaphorical reference to a respite from traffic. May we all experience such arresting beauty!
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POEM: Breath of Fresh Heir Each mourning Brings that which is light Though wanting to rest As the whirled spins under my feet I am Still Razed Too my feat Standing on Perhaps a singular word Mysteriously helled Together In God-ordained gravity Until that thirst Breath of fresh heir As awe is knew This poem is about coming out of […]...
Place Your hand in mine And I will Skip The rest Of the whirled My feat barely Touching The ground Where heaven and earth meet Together Giving thanks For earthly existence And your heavenly Place Saying a prayer For the forever lust And grace for awe That is right
Alright people, it’s only a week away from Valentine’s Day! I promise to help fulfill my dream that loved ones everywhere get a love poem. So, will you be doing your part on Valentine’s Day? You are free to pawn any of my love poems for a little inspiration. Here are some suggested (only somewhat suggestive) love poems: Stolen Glances, Our Weekend Away, Relationship Advice, Unconvincing, and Love Tag. As I have been prone to say: I want to inspire you; that is, I want to breathe you in! I will craft a poem suitable, or perhaps unsuitable, for my sweetheart, an audience of won! WARNING: a Valentine’s Day without poetry may put you at risk for settling for prose…
I like to be alone Especially when you and I are together
I wrote this as a love poem. Surprisingly, really surprisingly, I did not see the second way to read this poem. Herein lies the test. If you read this poem as especially wanting to spend time alone together, then you pass. If you read this poem as especially wanting to be separate when you are together, you fail. If it is YOU who wants to be separate when together, then you have won a big red flag. However, if you read the poem as your significant other as not wanting to be with you when you are together, this may merely indicate that YOU may have some insecurities about your relationship — not a bad thing to know. Of course, if you, both of you, want to be together, regardless of any constellation of insecurities, then you can devise your own consolation prize alone, together.
Interestingly, I only became aware of the second way to read this poem after I gave it to my sweetheart — clueless meets insecurity? Nothing a little alone time won’t solve…
One of my more simple love poems, this playful back and forth is an invitation to continue exchanging loving acts and loving expressions. Of course, “you’re it” is a pun, as an expression in the game of tag and as an expression that you are the one with whom I want to exchange love. Keep playing!
In stillness I sometimes reach out To touch her back Trying to convince myself That she is not an angel And I find Her lack of wings holy Unconvincing
On a recent vacation, I wrote this love poem one early morning in bed with my lover and best friend (no, it was not a threesome). I just had to get out of bed, temporarily, to ink this one, so she could read it with her morning coffee (while I was still in bed).
My advice Treat her like the goddess she is Engenders an inevitable response What about this and that I say “Treat her like the goddess she is” NOT “Treat her like the goddess she isn’t”
What more can I say? This love poem actually works better in practice than it reads. Try it for yourself…
Here is my Independence Day tribute to marriage equality. Enjoy!
Owed to Marriage Equality
by Dan Rutt, alias “Top Pun” (it’s just, my pun name)
When lady justice Who is out of sight Sees statuesque liberty Carrying a torch for her A liberty belle rings “out” And from a Philly unbroken Transcending brotherly love Engendering flaming kisses There is Justice Of the peace
On our weekend away
I heard many rumors
Of magnificent scenery
And stunning views
And yet
I found myself
Effortlessly resisting
Any temptation
To take my eyes
Off of you
This love poem is dedicated to my sweetheart Maryjo. The weekend get-away referenced was this last weekend, a Fall bike tour weekend at Mackinaw City, Michigan. It included a sunrise bike ride across the Mackinaw bridge followed by a boat ride to Mackinac Island and bike ride around the island. Perhaps needless to say, I was more than satisfied with my view…
I have a confession to make I’ve stolen so many glances of you And just us demands That I stare into your eyes Until further notice
This love poem is dedicated to my sweetheart, Maryjo. Fortunately, when only the two of us are involved, the eyes have it! May it be the same for you and your sweetheart…
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