Pssst…It’s Darwin Blake’s Birthday!

He’s a poet, a joker, a bowtie wearer, a romantic, and the owner of a chocolatey voice. Not only was today made for a man such as this, but it’s also Darwin Blake’s birthday!!!

Leave your well wishes for Darwin below!

Lovers Month Poem: Love by Darwin Blake

When lovers meet, become entwined.

What do you think goes through their minds?
What wonders spark that simple thing?
They lie there, stand there…oh such things.
Such delights and pleasure held.
Something special yet withheld.
Someone standing in the dark?
Watching, waiting, taking part?
Eyes grow wide when its unleashed.
Head rolls back when she does that.
Bitten tightly is that lip.
When he curls around her hip.
When she says to him…how’s that?
Does he answer?
Not a chance.
Deep in thought of how to return.
That act of love she gave to him.
What to do?
What to say?
Nothing is the only way.
Let your mouth, hips, fingers too.
Do the talking you need to do.
Dance across her skin so light.
Gentle touches, her delight.
Plunge yourself between the sheets.
Between her folds, her warmth beholds.
Make her feel just like a Queen.
If you do, she will return.
Every day and every night.
Bring each other true delight.
Bring that crashing crescendo.
That flourish as she begs you so.
Give it all and in return.
You’ll get the greatest prize of all.

Love.

Lovers Month Guest Post: Darwin Blake

So…I have as you can tell been asked to write something for the LLL.

I’m going to talk about emotions.

Love Vs Hate.

In the red corner.

Love!

The master of smiles.

The smasher of fear.

The one the only.

True hero!

And in the blue corner.

Hate!

The destroyer of dreams.

The darkness inside.

The fear that makes the darkness shake.

Love/ləv/NounAn intense feeling of deep affection: “their love for their country”.

VerbFeel a deep romantic or sexual attachment to (someone):  “do you love me?”.

Synonymsnoun.  affection – fondness – darling – passionverb.like – be fond of – fancy – adore

So, love is in the air they say…
Love is all around…
Love, love,love…
Love to love you baby…

What do these things make you think of?

Happiness, delight, pleasure?

The union of two people.
The sun on your face.
An unexpected gift.
Somebody going that extra mile.
Bringing you something when you are ill.
Sharing and caring.
All these things and more make me think of love.
A romantic gesture, that scene in a book or film that melts your heart.

Gabriels Inferno is a perfect example.
You have two people so in love it hurts.
Though for the most part they have no idea of how much…well at least Gabriel.
He yearns for the woman he only knows a Beatrice. His Muse.
His one. The one he has been…waiting for all his life.
Though he has not been faithful to her body completely, he has never forgotten her in his heart.

The frightened rabbit, Juliana on the other hand has never forgotten. That night. The photo she stole.
The way he looked at her and spoke to her must have bitten a hole through her soul.
Made her bleed tears for her lost love.
I can’t lie. It’s making me sad just thinking about it…
Le Sigh as a friend says.
But when he realised she was his lost love…oh my days did I smile.
My heart leaped and I punched the air.
True love isn’t about sex or kissing or holding somebody all night.
Well…not just that but about friendships.
Your closest friends or those you have never met…true friendship and love come hand in hand.
That can never be beaten.
I know this…

So…on to the flip side of the coin.
The dark side of the force…oh and before I continue on that thought.
Luke…she was your sister.
You didn’t even flinch when Ben told you! Jesus man!

Anyway…hate.

Hate /hāt/Verb

Feel intense or passionate dislike for (someone):  “the boys hate each other”.NounIntense or passionate dislike:  “feelings of hate”.

Synonymsverb.  detest – abhor – loathe – abominate – execrate – dislikenoun.  hatred – odium – abhorrence – detestation – loathing

Darkness and fear.
I know all about this…too well.
I remind myself of dark days.
Of a young Darwin…what a handsome young man ;)
Of mis spent days and nights.
Of feeling invincible…
Back then I felt fear, not often but the rage and hate bubbled deep inside of me and begged to be released. To hurt, to cause mental and physical pain to others.
To upset those closest to me…
I have, though hard to imagine…because I am really a nice chap…been hated.
Those who hated me felt compelled to cause misery and suffering.
But I look out of the window and I look to the television.
My hate and the hate felt toward me is but a pathetic excuse to use up an emotion.
Hate is much more.
Hate is war and famine.
Hate is rape and murder.
Hate is theft and assault.
Hate is looking down upon somebody less fortunate.
Hate is the bubbling rage that consumes those who allow it.
Who let the darkness take over.

I refer back to Gabriels Inferno again…
Simon, the ex boyfriend.
When I read what he was doing, when I read of the hurt and pain he was causing, the embarrassment and suffering!
I gritted my teeth and swore that if Gabriel didn’t kick his ass in the next page I would throw the damn book in the bin!

Hate.

Words caused me to hate.
To wish pain and suffering upon another.
But in this case…rightfully deserved.
And some people get anger and hate confused. Anger is the precursor to hate. It is a catalyst. Hate is the undying need to cause harm, suffering and pain.

As I am a romantic…Love will always prevail.
Hate and those who hate will be put down.
Smited!

Love is all around…

You can see more from Darwin Blake on his blog.

Happy Lovers Month!

couple-valentines-day11It’s the month of February and the month that most people associate with love because of Valentine’s Day.  On this day, it is not uncommon for couples to exchange gifts to show their affection.  Delightful confections are presented to others, but they pale in comparison to the sentiments the bearer feels toward the recipient.  We Lovers decided that we wanted to show you love all month long the way we do it best…with words!  We want you to know that we love and appreciate our followers that have been with us as we have read each book, tweeted with you, and emailed you.   We can tell you a few things right now that you’ll be very excited to hear.

Men are going to tell us what they think about love.  We asked a few male authors from different genres to share their thoughts on love.  We didn’t give them a particular subject to follow so it would be sort of a word association project.  All we asked was that they write about whatever keeps them up at night, misconceptions about love, funny stories about love, etc.  You’ll enjoy reading the responses from Andrew Shaffer, David James, and Sylvain Reynard.

We also asked a few of our favorite poets to tell us what they think about love.  B. L. Ronan, D. E. Brooks, Darwin Blake, Mirabella, and PJ Bayliss provided us with a wide range of poetic thoughts on the subject that you’ll be sure to love.  You will want to frame them, so get your Michael’s framing coupons in order.

Finally, we have a few surprise posts coming up that we just can’t share with you right now or else … they wouldn’t be surprises, would they?  You’ll get a kick out of what you see and possibly even hear. ;)

We hope you enjoy Lovers Month.   It is our gift to you.

~ The Literati Literature Lovers

My sweet friend by Darwin Blake

Hello there my sweet release.
My confidant and friend.
Have I told you recently.
Of what you do to me?
Have I counted all the ways?
Added all the sums?
Told you how I care for you.
And how you’ve changed my world.
Said to me each day I wake.
Morning Darwin Dear!
And sometimes when I don’t reply.
Never do you fear.
Because you know that everyday.
Eventually I’ll call your name.
Never do you close me out.
Or forget that I’m here.
Sometimes i see your smile.
Shoogling across my screen.
Shaking all that good stuff.
Wish it was for me.
But of course it never is.
And why would it be so?
Thankful for our friendship.
I hope you never go.
I wish one day I’ll meet you.
Espresso and latte.
Chocolate cake and shortbread slice.
Maybe I will share.
But that’s just a pipedream.
But simply not fair.
Shared so much that to this day.
Remains between ourselves.
Nothing wrong with secrets.
But secrets shared can help.
So my friend.
I am so proud of what you have achieved. In life.
In love.
In all between.
You always will succeed.

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This poem is the intellectual property of Darwin Blake, posted here with his permission. If you steal from him karma will comeback and bite you. The Lovers.

Worry by Darwin Blake

When I awoke, and cleared my throat.
Stretched out long and yawned.
I squeezed my eyes so tightly shut.
That colours danced before them.
I know last night for you had been.
A fantasy, a fun filled dream.
Alone you went, in to the night.
To drink and dance and taste delights.
And as you did my mind did race.
Of decadence and your bit lip.
Replies to mine were short and cold.
I’m having fun! To me you told.
And that’s ok, to myself I lie.
It’s fine for you to have some fun.
I get it, let your hair down love.
But in my mind I see our kiss.
It’s not me against your lips.
Some lucky man from the night.
Is tasting you lips tonight.
I know it’s only in my mind.
I’m crazy, yes!
But love is blind.
It burns me deep within my heart.
My love so hot it never stops.
A passion fueled sweet romance.
And now I see you’ve sent a call.
I pick up…my heart it skips a beat.
I say “Hello.”
And sated are my thoughts of woe.

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This poem is the intellectual property of Darwin Blake, posted here with his permission. If you steal from him karma will comeback and bite you. The Lovers.