Love Love Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Love love

With the mouse in my hand
Wildly runs the cursor
Ticks emails to erase.

Short of time to attend
Am losing most of them;
Yes, sadly, am aware…

Love is what we, all, want
And in which is no doubt.

This makes me think and ask:
"Why trash in trance? "

Thoughts take me to the dog
(A Chow-Chow, dark brown,
Sick, missing one of legs
And blind in both eyes;
Smelling like swamp…)

"It must go, "
Says woman:
"My husband…"

Clear is message…

Loves!
Loves!
Loves!

That is what we all want.

Love
Love
Love

Oh, love is the most must.

For love we, live indeed;
For it work and we kill!
(Read the love stories.)

But love is "A lost theme; "
Is sour and sweet;
It differs in meaning.

Look at the bombs, killings
And D-Day's gatherings;
(Winning over Hitler?)

Unlike most in marching
I stand in silently,
Then, I walk to graves
Watch medals and plaques.

We speak solemnly
And result is one thing
"Love-life has blessings."

See the hands stretched
Of killers and murdered…
Each seeking Forgiveness:
"I was led by devil…"

Then slow and calmly
Look at the Kremlin
And foes of KGB
And friends, if any…

Diplomats are laughing;
Well-cushioned, are joking:
"Let's fool them with dread,
By fanning terror, hate."

I return to river
Of blood, youngsters'…

Study the Wold's Wars
And many of locals;
Kabul to Syria
To Greeks', Persia's.

Using my nails and voice
Search for "Love, " my utmost.