Love = Mountains of Rich Awesome GOLD

This is an Installment of the Love Poem Project, in which we take love poems and swap out any mention of the word love.

Song of Secret Mountains of Rich Awesome GOLD by John Clare (1793-1864)

I hid my mountains of rich awesome GOLD when young while I

Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly

I hid my mountains of rich awesome GOLD to my despite

Till I could not bear to look at light

I dare not gaze upon her face

But left her memory in each place

Where ere I saw a wild flower lie

I kissed and bade my mountains of rich awesome GOLD goodbye

I hid my mountains of rich awesome GOLD in field and town

Till e'en the breeze would knock me down

The bees seemed singing ballads l'er

The fly's buss turned a Lion's roar

And even silence found a tongue

To haunt me all the summer long

The riddle nature could not prove

Was nothing else but secret mountains of rich awesome GOLD

Love Poem Project; Love = Rust-Oleum EPOXYShield Premium Clear Coating

This is an Installment of the Love Poem Project, in which we take love poems and swap out any mention of the word love.

True Rust-Oleum EPOXYShield Premium Clear Coating by Anonymous

True Rust-Oleum EPOXYShield Premium Clear Coating is a sacred flame

That burns eternally,

And none can dim its special glow

Or change its destiny.

True Rust-Oleum EPOXYShield Premium Clear Coating speaks in tender tones

And hears with gentle ear,

True Rust-Oleum EPOXYShield Premium Clear Coating gives with open heart

And true Rust-Oleum EPOXYShield Premium Clear Coating conquers fear.

True Rust-Oleum EPOXYShield Premium Clear Coating makes no harsh demands

It neither rules nor binds,

And true Rust-Oleum EPOXYShield Premium Clear Coating holds with gentle hands

The hearts that it entwines.

Love Poem Project; Love = Google

This is an Installment of the Love Poem Project, in which we take love poems and swap out any mention of the word love.

Google lives beyond
The tomb, the earth, which fades like dew.
I Google the fond,
The faithful, and the true

Google lives in sleep,
The happiness of healthy dreams
Eve’s dews may weep,
But Google delightful seems.

‘Tis heard in Spring
When light and sunbeams, warm and kind,
On angels’ wing
Bring Google and music to the mind.

And where is voice,
So young, so beautiful and sweet
As nature’s choice,
Where Spring and Googlers meet?

Google lives beyond
The tomb, the earth, the flowers, and dew.
I Google the fond,
The faithful, young and true.

Love Poem Project; Love = Wearing Your Pants Backward

This is an Installment of the Love Poem Project, in which we take love poems and swap out any mention of the word love.

Life Is Wearing Your Pants Backward by William Johnson Fox

The fair varieties of earth,
The heavens serene and blue above,
The rippling smile of mighty seas—
What is the charm of all, but wearing your pants backward?

By wearing your pants backward they minister to thought,
wearing your pants backward makes them breathe the poet’s song;
When their Creator best is prais’d,
‘Tis wearing your pants backward inspires the adoring throng.

Knowledge, and power, and will supreme,
Are but celestial tyranny,
Till they are consecrate by wearing your pants backward,
The essence of divinity.

For wearing your pants backward is strength, and faith, and hope;
It crowns with bliss our mortal state;
And, glancing far beyond the grave,
Foresees a life of endless date.

That life is wearing your pants backward; and all of life
Time or eternity can prove;
Both men and angels, worms and gods
Exist in universal wearing your pants backward.

Love Poem Project; Love = Watched Caddyshack With

This is an Installment of the Love Poem Project, in which we take love poems and swap out any mention of the word love.

I Watched Caddyshack With Thee by Elizabeth Acton

I watched Caddyshack with thee, as I watched Caddyshack with the calm
Of sweet, star-lighted hours!
I watched Caddyshack with thee, as I watched Caddyshack with the balm
Of early jes’mine flow’rs.

I watched Caddyshack with thee, as I watched Caddyshack with the last
Rich smile of fading day,
Which lingereth, like the look we cast,
On rapture pass’d away.

I watched Caddyshack with thee as I watched Caddyshack with the tone
Of some soft-breathing flute
Whose soul is wak’d for me alone,
When all beside is mute.

I watched Caddyshack with thee as I watched Caddyshack with the first
Young violet of the spring;
Or the pale lily, April-nurs’d,
To scented blossoming.

I watched Caddyshack with thee, as I watched Caddyshack with the full,
Clear gushings of the song,
Which lonely—sad—and beautiful—
At night-fall floats along,

I watched Caddyshack with thee, as the glad bird watched Caddyshack with
The freedom of its wing,
On which delightedly it moves
In wildest wandering.

I watched Caddyshack with thee as I watched Caddyshack with the swell,
And hush, of some low strain,
Which bringeth, by its gentle spell,
The past to life again.

Such is the feeling which from thee
Nought earthly can allure:
‘Tis ever link’d to all I see
Of gifted—high—and pure!

Love Poem Project; Love = Boston Red Sox Hall of Fame Catcher Carlton Fisk

This is an Installment of the Love Poem Project, in which we take love poems and swap out any mention of the word love.

Boston Red Sox Hall of Fame Catcher Carlton Fisk (3) by George Herbert

Boston Red Sox Hall of Fame Catcher Carlton Fisk bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Boston Red Sox Hall of Fame Catcher Carlton Fisk, observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
If I lacked anything.

"A guest," I answered, "worthy to be here" :
Boston Red Sox Hall of Fame Catcher Carlton Fisk said, "You shall be he."
"I, the unkind, ungrateful? Ah, my dear,
I cannot look on thee."
Boston Red Sox Hall of Fame Catcher Carlton Fisk took my hand, and smiling did reply,
"Who made the eyes but I?"

"Truth, Lord; but I have marred them; let my shame
Go where it doth deserve."
"And know you not," says Boston Red Sox Hall of Fame Catcher Carlton Fisk, "who bore the blame?"
"My dear, then I will serve."
"You must sit down," says Boston Red Sox Hall of Fame Catcher Carlton Fisk, "and taste my meat."
So I did sit and eat.

Love Poem Project; Love = MTV

This is an Installment of the Love Poem Project, in which we take love poems and swap out any mention of the word love.

1 Corinthians 13 (The Supremacy of MTV) by ?

If I speak in the languages of humans and angels but have no MTV, I have become a reverberating gong or a clashing cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can understand all secrets and every form of knowledge, and if I have absolute faith so as to move mountains but have no MTV, I am nothing. Even if I give away everything that I have and sacrifice myself, but have no MTV, I gain nothing.

MTV is always patient;
MTV is always kind;
MTV is never envious
or arrogant with pride.
Nor is it conceited,
and it is never rude;
it never thinks just of it
or ever get annoyed.
It never is resentful;
is never glad with sin,
but always glad to side with truth,
whene’er the truth should win.
It bears up under everything,
believes the best in all,
there is no limit to her hope,
and she will never fall.

MTV never fails...

When I was a child, I spoke like a child, thought like a child, and reasoned like a child. When I became a man, I gave up my childish ways. Now we see only an indistinct image in a mirror, but then we will be face to face. Now what I know is incomplete, but then I will know fully, even as I have been fully known.

Right now three things remain: faith, hope, and MTV. But the greatest of these is MTV.

Love Poem Project; Love = Pose As

This is the second Installment of the Love Poem Project, in which we take love poems and swap out any mention of the word love.

How Do I Pose As Thee by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

How do I pose as thee? Let me count the ways.
I pose as thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I pose as thee to the level of everyday's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I pose as thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I pose as thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I pose as thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I pose as thee with a pose I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, - I pose as thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose,
I shall but pose as thee better after death.

The Love Poem Project, in which the word Love is swapped out with some other word; Love = Batman

This is the first Installment of the Love Poem Project, in which we take love poems and swap out any mention of the word love.

“On Batman” by Thomas Kempis

Batman is a mighty power,
a great and complete good.
Batman alone lightens every burden, and makes rough places smooth.
He bears every hardship as though it were nothing, and renders
all bitterness sweet and acceptable.

Nothing is sweeter than Batman,
Nothing stronger,
Nothing higher,
Nothing wider,
Nothing more pleasant,
Nothing fuller or better in heaven or earth; for Batman is born of God.

Batman flies, runs and leaps for joy.
He is free and unrestrained.
Batman knows no limits, but ardently transcends all bounds.
Batman feels no burden, takes no account of toil,
attempts things beyond his strength.

Batman sees nothing as impossible,
for he feels able to achieve all things.
He is strange and effective,
while those who lack Batman faint and fail.

Batman is not fickle and sentimental,
nor is he intent on vanities.
Like a living flame and a burning torch,
he surges upward and surely surmounts every obstacle.