Category Archives: Love Poems

From Blossoms by Li-Young Lee

I find this blog a convenient place to gather lovely poems I want to remember. I love Li-Young Lee.

From Blossoms

by Li-Young Lee

From blossoms comes
this brown paper bag of peaches
we bought from the boy
at the bend in the road where we turned toward   
signs painted Peaches.

From laden boughs, from hands,
from sweet fellowship in the bins,
comes nectar at the roadside, succulent
peaches we devour, dusty skin and all,
comes the familiar dust of summer, dust we eat.

O, to take what we love inside,
to carry within us an orchard, to eat
not only the skin, but the shade,
not only the sugar, but the days, to hold
the fruit in our hands, adore it, then bite into   
the round jubilance of peach.

There are days we live
as if death were nowhere
in the background; from joy
to joy to joy, from wing to wing,
from blossom to blossom to
impossible blossom, to sweet impossible blossom.

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A Nerdfox’s Guide to Loving Nerdfoxes: Part Deuce

Nerdfox's Guide to Nerdfoxes

Matt and I have moved three times in the last year, and lived in 4 houses. I know the math doesn’t work out quite right, but the point is, where is all my stuff? I am always looking for it. HOWEVER, YESTERDAY, while looking for (like a damn hour) a cord to hook up the stereo to the computer, I found something that is better! Better than a $3 cord, better than the missing gospels and better than the Rosetta Stone ALL COMBINED – a flash drive that contained the previously lost Second Edition of the Nerdfox zine.

Now I will share it with you. Once again, last names have been omitted to protect the innocent. BONUS! This version has some content from the defunct Nerdfox Myspace page included in it too. Yes, myspace! hahaha.

On-line Version – This has the pages in the right order for computer reading.

Printing Version: If you are a bad ass and want to double side print this zine style, here is a copy for you do to that.  Follow the click below if you need tips on how to print the zine!

And go here if you haven’t read the first Nerdfox Zine from 2007 yet!

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Nerdfox Zine – Self Help for the Helpless

OK – so, back in 2007 I made a few issues of a zine of love advice for nerd foxes – aka nerds who are also foxes. If you don’t believe that this word exists, just check Urban Dictionary. Oh wait, the definition in Urban Dictionary is FROM ME! Someone else pulled that text from my zine and put it on-line. That’s a good feeling. But, ok, back to business, here is a pdf copy of the zine.

I have edited out the last names of contributors to protect the innocent. And I don’t stand behind anything in this zine that offends you, but I am behind everything in the zine that you like.

First copy: All the pages in order for on-line type reading:

Second Copy: If you are a bad ass and want to double side print this zine style, here is a copy for you do to that. Update: I found the second Nerdfox! 

Other Update: I have had a few people who have tried to print this and say it doesn’t work. I tested it, and it does work. Click the to read more if you want some tips on printing zine/booklet style:

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Love Poems

Naomi Shihab Nye was one of my favorite poets back when I had to write essays about poets and how they influenced me. Writing those essays made me feel like writing poetry was a tragic waste of my time since these poets had said everything I could ever think to say except smarter and more filled with aching loveliness.  As thankless as working for a grassroots non-profit can feel, it is nice to feel needed. Poetry doesn’t need me; no one needs my poetry. Sometimes when I hear bad poetry it makes me want to write a poem, but I generally channel that into quilts instead.  Everyone needs a blanket.

I still like pulling up some of her words every now and then.

So Much Happiness
Naomi Shihab Nye

It is difficult to know what to do with so much happiness.
With sadness there is something to rub against,
a wound to tend with lotion and cloth.
When the world falls in around you, you have pieces to pick up,
something to hold in your hands, like ticket stubs or change.

But happiness floats.
It doesn’t need you to hold it down.
It doesn’t need anything.
Happiness lands on the roof of the next house, singing,
and disappears when it wants to.
You are happy either way.
Even the fact that you once lived in a peaceful tree house
and now live over a quarry of dust and noise
cannot make you unhappy.
Everything has a life of its own,
it too could wake up filled with possibilities
of coffee cake and ripe peaches,
and love even the floor which needs to be swept,
the soiled linens and scratched records…

Since there is no place large enough
to contain so much happiness,
you shrug, you raise your hands, and it flows out of you
into everything you touch. You are not responsible.
You take no credit, as the night sky takes no credit
for the moon, but continues to hold it, and share it,
and in that way, be known.

Love Poems

I first read Taylor Mali when I was organizing poetry slams for an independent study class. Ha ha. Being an English major is awesome. I thought I would share some love poems I like every now and then.

Falling in Love is Like Owning a Dog
by Taylor Mali
First of all, it’s a big responsibility,
especially in a city like New York.
So think long and hard before deciding on love.
On the other hand, love gives you a sense of security:
when you’re walking down the street late at night
and you have a leash on love
ain’t no one going to mess with you.
Because crooks and muggers think love is unpredictable.
Who knows what love could do in its own defense?

On cold winter nights, love is warm.
It lies between you and lives and breathes
and makes funny noises.
Love wakes you up all hours of the night with its needs.
It needs to be fed so it will grow and stay healthy.

Love doesn’t like being left alone for long.
But come home and love is always happy to see you.
It may break a few things accidentally in its passion for life,
but you can never be mad at love for long.

Is love good all the time? No! No!
Love can be bad. Bad, love, bad! Very bad love.

Love makes messes.
Love leaves you little surprises here and there.
Love needs lots of cleaning up after.
Sometimes you just want to get love fixed.
Sometimes you want to roll up a piece of newspaper
and swat love on the nose,
not so much to cause pain,
just to let love know Don’t you ever do that again!

Sometimes love just wants to go for a nice long walk.
Because love loves exercise.
It runs you around the block and leaves you panting.
It pulls you in several different directions at once,
or winds around and around you
until you’re all wound up and can’t move.

But love makes you meet people wherever you go.
People who have nothing in common but love
stop and talk to each other on the street.

Throw things away and love will bring them back,
again, and again, and again.
But most of all, love needs love, lots of it.
And in return, love loves you and never stops.