That Little Four Letter Word Called Love

In the game of love, the act that should be the last, is now the opening salvo. But, as a man… why am I complaining?

This one is a work in progress. A bit bitter after hearing a fellow poet dismiss men’s romantic verse as “cheesy”, I thought how the shaggers / fuckers call them what you will, win and the decent folk are cast aside in these common times…

Karl Marx said religion was the opiate of the masses. I think in this modern world, what is sacred, sex, has been taken from everything the sexual revolution was meant to be about, to free it from social and religious taboos, and is now abused to be an end in itself, and has become an opiate of our modern age.

No one cares what happens in the world or in their lives, as long as they are getting “the ride”…

Humankind: we are cannot love
To adore we are not free
To court, archaic, ritual case aside
Fools, are poets and romantics like me.

What was sacred, beautiful
Is now what comes first before you talk
You share all before your emotions
In relationships made of chalk

In the swirling waters of life
That our tears wash the lines away
We think we are free, sexual revolution betrayed
We wander blind as night becomes day.

That four letter word called love
Killed by Lust, the gratification it expects
Drunk, all chase a*s, driven by it
Enslaved to the tyranny of sex

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Reviews

[icelandicblue]

We are a society of satisfaction seekers, but the joke is on us because sex encompasses vignettes in time where love embraces a life time. The physical is limited the emotional is endless. A wonderful commentary on the gaps we live in while seeking love, as the song says, in all the wrong places.

[Katrina Mckeown]

The more i read over this the better it be-comes excuse the pun! lol but your poem is excellent, !

[Katrina Mckeown]

A very clever captivating sculptured poem, !

[Emily B]

so good to be here to read you, I am an old woman now, I work and sleep and have little room for love or sex

maybe I will dream about it when I finally fall asleep

[Tomás Ó Cárthaigh]

Sweet dreams!

[Melobldnfr]

Wow. I am very impressed. Thank you for sharing this. Too true!

[RomaJ]

This is so true and very enlightening.
In a culture of instant gratifications. Love and lust can be easily confused, and those who are confused with the two...probably needs to do some serious soul searching before they even take that leap. Some people go through life chasing things, throwing caution to the wind...common sense goes out the window. Maybe instead of sex what they truly need is some; emotional intimacy...Maybe if they build on what they lack; then maybe they'll know the difference.

[Einstein Noodle]

the ideal of the act of sex is elevated in many very old spiritual beliefs ... we go through these blistering episodes of mindless need and desire ... more than once ..Ann Landers (God bles you if you know who she is;) once wrote if we can manage to stay the decision until these sunami waves pass over us .. we will find a place which allows the mind to kick in :) so our decisions can be rational and buttressed by emotion instead of lusty frenzies of filling a square peg to a round hole ... no pun intended ...really ... your write is challenging and honest ..
E.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i am really fond of this...because i am definitely old fashioned...love is the bliss of flirting, of courting...of getting to know someone and feel comfortable...the first kiss, the hand holding...and eventually that which comes later....not earlier because if it does all come under the name of lust...it's gone before it gets a chance to grow into something that is called real Love.

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed the poetry.
"That four letter word called love
Killed by Lust, the gratification it expects
Drunk, all chase a*s, driven by it
Enslaved to the tyranny of sex"
I liked the above lines. I like the thoughts and the logic in the words. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote