Cupid Clinkers And Blinkers Poem by John Sensele

Love in its majesty and spendour
Visits hearts kind and unkind
Waxing her odour and ardour
To help the love-lost to find

Little spaces, loving faces
Enamoured enough
To rise from surfaces
Where disappointment tough and rough

Lampoons discomfiture
Inflicted in the name
Of a culture whose stricture
Makes the lost lame

With heartbreaks
Torrents of tears
Ruing mistakes
Made as fears

Sprang on the lost the illusion
Baked in their soft centre
In reaction to the disaffection and delusion
That feelings may never enter

Into contests
Where the ruthless inflict maximum pain
Under pretexts
A go at love in the main

Signifies a journey on the back of futility
Backed up by contrary advice
Veering towards the volatility
Love tags along in every slice

Love snaps on suitors
Mad
Enough to pose as imitators
Of sad

Hearts that cried
Once smitten
To the core when they tried
To tame love forgotten

Into the dustbin of history
Replete with burnt fingers
Whose mixed blessing story
Singe many Cupid singers.