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Marriott Hotels is celebrating the nation’s romantic mood for marriage by opening up a search to find wedding poets from across Britain. Poems play a special part in wedding celebrations and Marriott is keen to share the nation’s love of waxing lyrical by creating a collection of poems that reflect the love, romance, happiness and humour associated with the big day. So if you’re perplexed by The Prophet, confused by Cummings, or sick of Shakespeare and think you can match them, there’s no better time to put pen to paper. Enter your love or wedding poem at www.marriottlovepoems.com from 24th February 2011 and keep visiting the blog to read all the poems we receive!

Friday, 15 April 2011

Dear Heart...


Over the next few days, we’ll be sharing the full collection of all the winning poems that will be published in ‘Marriott Love Poems – a collection inspired by love, weddings and romance’

Today, we’re sharing our East Midlands’ winning poem by Hayley Gait-Golding in Derbyshire.  Hope you enjoy it as much as we have…

Happy Friday!

Dear Heart - By Hayley Gait-Golding

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Dear Heart,

I'd like it if you'd tell me
How you measure love.
Do you deal in ounces and quarters?
Or stroke it with kid gloves?

How do you pick who gets it
Because I'd really like a say
And why is it that some people
Get more and more each day?

Another thing I'd like to know
Is how love measures time?
Is it founded in an instant?
Then lasts a whole lifetime?

Does it grow and grow your whole life through
So I have more and more
Or is there just a set amount
You get at birth then store?

What happens if it’s stolen?
Or if I cease to love
Does it all come back untarnished?
With interest on the above.

How can I know its importance?
Do you give it certain ranks?
Could I say that’s 1st or 2nd class?
Like I do with postage stamps.

Is true love like in stories?
Like old fashioned fairy tales
Cinderella meets Prince Charming 
And only love prevails

Why is it then that nowadays?
Love sometimes takes the course
Of starting off with marriage 
But ending in divorce

Is love equal in proportions?
For families and for friends
For husbands, wives and children
Where does it ever end?

To let me know what’s going on
Lets strike a little deal
Beat slowly for the phoneys
And fast if it’s for real!
 
By Hayley Gait-Golding
Allestree, Derby

3 comments:

  1. "Dear Heart" is the best poem, so far, by a long way. It's subtle, delicately balanced, nice rhythm, enough rhyme, simple structure; good length; the fact that the tone is set in questions, somehow leads you in. Love it.

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  2. Wow what a fantastic conversation with your heart... flat over your poetry especially these lines, To let me know what’s going on
    Lets strike a little deal
    Beat slowly for the phoneys
    And fast if it’s for real!"......
    You must go for book publishing for sure!

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  3. I felt inspired to honor another of the 78 organs in the style of Hayley Gait-Golding.

    Dear Spleen,

    I’d like it if you’d tell me
    How you immunize.
    Do you battle foreign bodies?
    Or gently stroke those guys?

    How do you pick a parasite
    Because I’d really like a say
    And why doesn’t my immunity
    Grow more and more each day?

    Another thing I’d like to know
    Is how lymph nodes align
    Just randomly under armpits?
    Or as an interpolated spline?

    Does intestinal flora grow my whole life
    So I have more and more
    Can I stock up on kombucha
    Fill the refrigerator door?

    What happens if it’s stolen?
    Or accidentally removed?
    Does it mean my doctor thinks
    One lymph less makes me improved?

    How can I know the nature
    Of the particles you screen?
    Do you give them names like toxic
    When they make my skin turn green?

    Are activated lymphocytes
    As romantic as they sound?
    Will they fill my head with macrophanges
    Sweep my feet from the ground?

    Why is it then that nowadays
    Blood-borne pathogens have a way
    Of starting off as tiny
    And then helping cancer stay.

    Are antibodies equal in proportion
    For parasites and pathogens
    For viruses, and so on
    (where does it ever end?)

    To let me know what’s going on
    My most important organ friend,
    Protect me from invading ick
    And defend me until the end.

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