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“Lettuce” -A true story poem about true love, inspired by my wife. I’ve learned that if you can find what is profound in the seemingly mundane moments of life, you’ve got something that money can’t buy, coming from a well that never runs dry. Copyright on picture and words: Luke Austin Daugherty, All Rights Reserved.
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“Soda Bread and Beer for Breakfast at Noon” -an original poem by Luke Austin Daugherty, copyright 2016 on words and picture- All Right Reserved
Thanks to the Rumjacks for providing some background music in my headphones while writing this poem! (particularly the song below)
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“No Water in Venice” by: Luke Austin Daugherty- Copyright 2005
Since I just finally found this Olympia DeLuxe typewriter that was given to me by my father in 2007, I thought I’d use it to type up some of my older poems. The typewriter was accidentally buried in some of our storage totes two moves back. When I started writing poetry regularly in 2004, I wrote only in a lined journal. That was the case for several years. The most of my first several hundred poems have never been typed up or published anywhere.
This poem was inspired by the solar system syzygy in January, 2005 which left Venice gondolas stuck aground due to low tide levels. http://synthstuff.com/mt/archives/2005/01/venice-drys-out.html
I heard her ask, “What is the definition of love?”
The definition of love?
No such thing
Only definitions
As Ingersoll spoke of the ocean
And the Bible
Love is the same
When one stands on the edge of the sea
To gaze at its wonder
He receives the echo of his own self
His thoughts, moods, and experiences
When one opens the pages
Of the book called, “Holy”
He sees in that god
His own character reflected
And finds the Jesus who he is seeking
The one he himself is
For the kind
God is found gentle
For the viscous
They happily discover Jesus’ words in the Gospel of Luke,
“But those mine enemies, which would not that I should reign over them,
bring hither, and slay them before me.”
And then smile, thinking within their mind,
“How ironic it is that Jesus was so much like me the whole time.”
This is the meaning of love
Rather the meanings
Only a fool believes there is just one
Definition
Of the meaning of love
Or of life
When you stand on the edge of the sea of love
You will find naught but yourself
Crashing back at you
Your own answer in the foaming waves
The love you find in life
Can have no fire
But that provided by your own spark
Within
And if the definition you find
Does not suit you
Or if you find the answer to the question
“What is the definition of love?”
Wanting
I suggest that you change the definition of your own self
So that the music made by the sound of crashing waves
When you stand at the edge of the sea
Loses its dissonant and unpleasant tone
So much so
That when the blue deep, in all its glorious fury, smiles at you
You can smile back
At the meaning of it all
What is the definition of love?
I have my own
What is yours?
Fill in the blank
Sweet Sixteen
Do you see the hope on our young faces
My love
As we embraced
A sweet sixteen years ago
Only days before we wed
Me in your arms
And you in mine
One of our perfect moments
I remember it perfectly
The feel of your shirt’s fabric in my left hand
How your hair smelled
The way your breast felt against my chest
As you made my heart beat faster
We knew not all that would come
Between that day and this
Not even the half of it
But we knew we would be living it together
I, who would be an instant father
Looked forward to calling your child my son
And of our four more children to come
Nothing was known of them then
Now to go even a day without their company seems a grave injustice
My dear wife
We have seen so many of love’s soldiers
Fall to the wayside
Injured or slain
During or journey
Yet, after 16 years
We abide
Stalwart and unified
Not only that
But expectant of what is to come
For better or worse
We are purposed
Still in love
And full of hope
As we celebrate our
Sweet Sixteen
Luke Austin Daugherty 