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theotherpages · 24 minutes ago
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National Poetry Month Number 17 - Melissa Balmain - Love Poem
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Welcome to National Poetry Month at The Other Pages. My name is Steve Spanoudis and I curate the series each year, with help and contributions from Bob Blair, Kashiana Singh, and (Nelson) Howard Miller. I’m coming to you from Coral Springs, Florida, on the eastern edge of the Everglades.
Did I mention that we haven’t talked about love poems much in this series? We still aren’t there, but at least we have the title this time. Love Poem by Melissa Balmain is light verse-ish. What is light verse? Great question. There is no real definition. In general, it's an ironic, sometimes humorous treatment of a subject or a person, written more to entertain than to probe deeply into a concept. It’s often observational, and as with today’s poem, slightly skewed logic and comparisons are common. In some cases, it might be thought of as what a meme might have sounded like before the internet.
First, a quick comment about the poet. Melissa Balmain is a poet, journalist, humorist and teacher. She’s the editor of a journal of light verse, titled, logically enough, Light ( and teaches at the University of Rochester.
Getting back to the poem, what struck me was not the poetic techniques, or novel vocabulary, or unusual insight, but the fact that light verse, and the ironic or sardonic or sarcastic tone it often takes, is a wonderful vehicle for stating the obvious. Or at least, what should be obvious.
I am an Engineer by day (novelist and editor by night) so my normal inclination when anything isn't working, is to fix it. My wife gets annoyed with me sometimes, for taking something the neighbors threw out, lugging it home, and making it look like new again, or making it into something completely different, but useful. I was always a fan of Charles Dutton as garbage collector Roc Emerson, turning castaway items into a well-equipped, if miss-matched home.
Melissa Balmain looks into this idea, with the view that, if we can make something look so good, why give it up?
Her Love Poem starts out:
The afternoon we left our first apartment,
we scrubbed it down from ceiling to parquet.
Who knew the place could smell like lemon muffins?
It suddenly seemed nuts to move away.
She takes that idea, and revisits the logic through several examples - a common technique in light verse - including fixing up a car, and tuning a piano, and then focuses her attention on human relationships:
So if, God help us, we are ever tempted
to ditch our marriage when it’s lost its glow,
let’s give the thing our finest spit and polish—
and, having learned our lesson, not let go.
A person after my own heart in many respects. So that is a quick walk through light verse by a master of the art. You can learn more about Melissa Balmain at her website,, and follow her on facebook, The full text of this poem is available at the Poetry Foundation:
Once again this is Steve Spanoudis for
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chloeloewy · 48 minutes ago
Why does one person make being alone okay? Why does one person make isolation so damn attractive? One person, that's all it takes, and I’d stay inside with them forever. It kills me how much I am a lover. I can't do anything rational I can't do anything at all. This love beats so loudly in my heart, so proudly within, thumping my chest relentlessly; it twists and turns like a tornado in my mind. It squeezes the life right out of me, grabs around me in chains. I'm anchored to you, and ill die at the bottom of this cold ocean, in the shivering abyss of my love for you. You're the one person I'd sink to the bottom for, staying until this is our love. My shores adore yours. Collide with me. Hide with me. Subside in me.
- 𝘊𝘩𝘭𝘰𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘦
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snowdropluz · an hour ago
Recently, I've taken to imagining myself being swept away by a 'dreadful shadow horned monster' who will live in a cave where the trees thrust their branches into the sky and where the earth wouldn't have felt another human's presence.
At first, I will be frightened for it will not speak for days, but will be homely. As time passes we will bond, symbolised by it speaking to me. Its voice will be the crackle of fire on an icy December morning.
And I will know that I am in love.
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abdulsamadblog · an hour ago
I sought to hear the voice of God.
And climbed the top most stipple.
But God declared "Go down again,
I dwell among the people".
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kaveskisuzuki-tanpo · an hour ago
I Want to Live
I want to love-
Love with my heart crashing into ashes;
I want to hate-
Hate with my eyeballs burning into nothingness;
I want to take-
Take all that I need and all that I don't need;
I want to give-
Give all that I have and all that I don't have;
I want to kill-
Kill til the world is barren of grass;
I want to heal-
Heal all the wounds that I'll regive;
I want to live
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finn-will-die · an hour ago
“people say they love you.. but what they mean is they love how loving you makes them feel about themselves or they just love what they can take from you.”
-Eli (To the Bone)
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lernjargui · an hour ago
So cry if you need to, but I can't stay to watch you
That's the wrong thing to do
Touch if you need to, but I can't stay to hold you
That's the wrong thing to do
Talk if you need to, but I can't stay to hear you
That's the wrong thing to do
'Cause you'll say you love me, and I'll end up lying...
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ofheavenlyroses · an hour ago
There's a great and distinctive sense of power and grace in being so courageously in love.
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againshedances · an hour ago
When you speak to me
My lungs are bound to each word
And I am helpless.
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anonymous-activist-0w0 · 2 hours ago
Love in a Desert of Thorns
-I’m a simp lol
maybe he gets it
he’s felt the malice of the town we’re trapped in
he’s felt it and he’s still here
and we’re still here
every little thing I do sets him on fire
and he says “thank you” so nicely
and he sees it all
and I see through him
all of this without a word
we connect like a constellation
and collide like an eruption
like lava eroding away the earth
like air I soothe him with the breeze
and like fire he fuels me
I’ve felt his energy in my dreams long before we met
and he aches for me all the same
when he drinks and drowns his memories I wonder
what does my love wish to forget?
and when I tremble and shake at every word I say
maybe he wonders why I am so afraid
we are king and queen of swords
oh so gentle with each other
as we know how jagged the world around us has been
he is like the sun to me
he makes me feel more woman than I ever thought i could be to someone
and more wanted than I ever have been
I want to give him everything
if he would take it, then bless him eternally
and once I tell him how beautiful the moon looks this night
I hope he claims me and agrees
-your garden, always x
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pensamentossortidos · 2 hours ago
I don't know
Every time I dance, I feel free and go to another dimension, my soul is enveloped in the greatness of the magic of the universe.
He likes to watch me while I dance, he kept looking at me the whole time. He approached me and held my body and started dancing with me.
Our lips were very close, it was very embarrassing, he tried to kiss me, he is so handsome and attentive, but I can't kiss him.
I don't know what's wrong with me,there's a voice inside me that says I can't let anyone touch me.
He said he is in love with me, but I don't love him, not as he deserves, I can't lie to him.
I hope he will forgive me, but I preferred to walk away from him,something tells me that he is not the right man for me.
I don't know what's wrong with me anymore.
I don't know where my soul mate really is, and if she's looking for me too.
I don't know if my soulmate misses me too.
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la-de-los-lentes · 2 hours ago
Todos los caminos inciertos que recorrí, me llevaron al acierto de conocerte.
-La de los lentes.
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book-quotes-daily · 2 hours ago
“I have loved her more then I had loved my own being; she was my sun as I was Icarus, flying closer even if it hurt, she was all I ever could or would love. As it may be, we could never show this affection in public, some hearts are too cold to ever be able to understand true love. Yet my affections towards will never wary, for she is all I will ever truly see.”
-My helpless romantic self with no love-life and wants to be a writer
(if you want to see more of these kinds of things, but written by me, let me know!)
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weary-writer · 3 hours ago
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lemme tell you a secret
i have to admit how i'm at your mercy
it could do me no good to lie
i hate pretending to be unaffected
too cool and too collected
to stare you in the eye and express what is true
if i'm honest, i be fallin' over
and nearly faintin' at your gaze
i can't pretend to be unfazed by your powerful ways
i have to admit how i'm at your mercy,
and i hope you would show me grace
as i melt my exterior and reveal myself to you
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