Love Happy!

Cheap Love

Dialogue Poem Set 3.7: On Love black bomber jacket

Black Bomber Jacket booms:


Love Happy!


Love is simple:

To love or not to laugh!

That is the answer.

Love who? Whoever!

Love why? Whatever!

But don’t kill the joke.

Or I’ll grab your throats

And clench your thinks and talks to choke!


(Robe Turquoise objects:)


Dear God!

Why so rough-shod!

Yours is to love with wild abandon.

A type of freedom, return of pagan.

When all is hap, you gallop great cheer,

When your pony en-trap, you’ll oath all curséd year.

Such extremities off course is coarse, of course.


…And talk we must. In equal air-play.

How else you or I to communicate

Truth. For either if we be silenced is to let falsehood’s sly whispers loud-speaker.


(And Ashen Cloak desponds to Black Bomber Jacket:)


You can’t define ‘tween heart and loin

I’d wager!

– But no major matter…


…To me, heart n soul, life, loin n brain

Is become

The same.


Just pain.


(Robe Turquoise refines:)



(To self: Be patient, be calm)

To all: Be kind more than to just your kind.


To Bomber Jacket:

I fear your judgement book. It seems

You’d Love to kill more

Than kill to be Loved.

If your ‘happy love’ is stilled –

God forbid! If I’ve sensed this true:

Yours is the very epitome of barbarity.


To Ashen Cloak:

Your immersion in ‘romantic’ love’s emotion

Which may’ve seem’d music

Might not be the source of life or love true,

Which may seem tragic,

Rather but part of life’s commotion.

Better yet to begin with (romantique) motion,

Which is Recitation1:

Journey in life to Love-Life’s source:

God’s devotion.


Black Bomber Jacket scoffs:


Between Obi-Wan Kenobi here,

And Marvin the Moronic Robot there,

I’ll go get me home to my wench and tuck

Into bed and have a-

                                      “-Good luck

To you, damn fool! And fare thee well!” cut in Ashen Cloak,

“The next we both meet,

Will be for welcome meat em-broil in hell!”


(And so with his sun-shades un-reflecting his howl

Black Bomber Jacket exited a-scowl).


Robe Turquoise spoke:


You must certainly attune

Your words to a better tune,

My friend, Ashen.

‘Tis so wrong

To presume to know who, in person, will to hell or heaven.


And I wonder at you. What happened?

So cynical and forlorn now you are, when once you seemed

Freer, fairer, young.


But another time for this tale.

I’d forgot the discussion we’d first begun.


Ah yes, in terms of love,

Of being made symbol of.

Yes that is fine –

Reflecting the divine.

Consider mine:


By Arif uz Zaman

January 2013


For the FOLLOW-ON (REPLY) to this poem, please read In Heaven in Time Long Forgot.

For the PROBLEMATIC poem to which this is the reply, please read False Idols.

To understand what are the Dialogue Poems, please click here.


1 In Arabic, Al Qur’an means ‘The Recitation’ (That which was meant to be heard. Incidentally, the Prophets are those that relay what ‘is heard’ (i.e. from God). c.f.: ““I have yet many things to say unto you, but you cannot bear them now. How be it when he, the spirit of Truth [According to Muslims, this is the Last Prophet (saw)] will come he will guide you into all truth, for he shall not speak of himself, but whatsoever he shall hear, that shall he speak, and he will show you things to come. He shall glorify me, for he shall receive of mine, and he shall show it unto you.” (John 16:12-14)

“He shall not speak of himself, but that whatsoever he hears” pertains to the word of God, the Quran, revealed to him from God, as the wife of the prophet Muhammad (saw)  Aishah says, Al-Harith Ibn Hisham asked Allah’s messenger,

“O Allah’s messenger! How is the divine inspiration revealed to you?” Allah’s messenger replied, “Sometimes it is revealed like the ringing of a bell, this form of revelation is the hardest of all and then this state passes after I have grasped what is inspired. Sometimes the angel comes in the form of a man and talks to me and I grasp whatever he says.” Aisha added “Verily, I saw the prophet being inspired divinely and noticed the sweat dropping from his forehead on a very cold day as the revelation was over.””




Filed under Arif uz Zaman: Dialogue Poem, Arif uz Zaman: Poetry, Poetry

4 responses to “Love Happy!

  1. This is a really great poem in the series. I like the interplay of the different characters speaking and expressing their views. We get a different perspective from each. I gotta love the dialogue from Black Bomber Jacket – very funny : D


    • I was really worried about this one, actually… and Bomber Jacket, specifically – for obvious reasons. I had actually drafted a more edited version of this but felt that the points expressed would not have been as expressive/’real’ as I was trying to make it. (I didn’t use that version in the end.) Alhamdulillah, thank you for your great comments again. I did press the ‘publish’ button with some trepidation! 😉 I’m so happy you found this one a bit more amusing 🙂


  2. I’m glad you kept it the way it is. It’s definitely more real, and the characters come across strongly. It’s one of my favorites in this series.


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