Always and Forever, by Gilbert Huntley [*POEM*]

Always and Forever

“Always and forever,” my lover said to me,
“Always and forever will I give my love to thee.”
Then I to her bestowed a kiss in token of reply
Knowing “always and forever” would amend
As time goes by.

That “always and forever” is a fantasy of rhyme
Becomes more clearly certain with the passages of time,
For flesh and blood does age and wilt—back to dust, again;
And where Always and Forever is—
No mortal can attain.

For “always and forever” is not for flesh and blood.
Always and Forever is a province of the gods;
And for the price of loving, they exact from us the pain
Of knowing “Always and forever” is
A promise made, in vain.

But, breaking not tradition, I bespoke the tale anew,
Saying “always and forever” would I, likewise, love her, too;
For the concept of Forever makes our love seem fine, and high,
So for always and forever will be told
The soothing lie.


Gilbert Huntley is a talented poet and American patriot about whom very little is known. He has provided us with no biographical details about his background, which makes us think that Gilbert is a very mysterious individual—a diver in deep seas—who has been to many strange places and done many strange things. One day, perchance, Gilbert will reveal all his dark secrets. 

17 thoughts to “Always and Forever, by Gilbert Huntley [*POEM*]”

  1. Thanks, Gilbert. This is obviously “Poetry Season” at I liked the previous poem by Gary Corseri and I like this one too because it uses rhyme and meter and avoids the smart-assed “free verse” that has become the modern equivalent of the bubonic plague in poetry circles.

    Free verse, called by Robert Frost “tennis without the net”, is a game any fool can play who can write reasonably correct prose. Free verse is just chopped-up prose. If I wanted I could turn this comment into a fancy poem and get it published in some pretentious literary magazine.

    Down with free verse! Up with rhyme and meter!

    1. This is same trend in literature as so called “modern art” in visual arts, repugnant and destructive from one side and ouvert fraud from another, overpriced garbage, promoted by critics and gallerists and art dealers of the same old tribe of destructors of the societies.

      1. I would take time to defend myself, Asthor, but it would take too long to try and re-direct such entrenched wrath.

        I do think, in reflecting, the damn poem has waaaay too much punctuation – but Lasha kindly published it, anyway. There’s no fraud, here, though. It’s free – for the liking or disliking!

        1. “I would take time to defend myself, Asthor, but it would take too long to try and re-direct such entrenched wrath.”

          He’s not attacking your poem, silly! You are too sensitive! He is attacking the new-fangled free verse type poetry which he says is the analogue of trashy modern art.

          Your poetry, being in the traditional mode, is the very reverse of the rubbishy stuff he is knocking.

          I like your poem. I encourage you to write more. You have a natural rhythm and a noble soul. Pray continue to enchant us.

          1. Dear Ruth,

            Thank you for the kindness. I must have been mistaken, thinking that he was mistaking my petty efforts at poetry as an effort by me to deliver a fraud (though I could not really say ‘why’ – it just rolled that way for me).

            If you read this Asthor, and if Ruth is correct, I offer my apologies. Truly.

            Thanks for this, Ruth!

        2. “I do think, in reflecting, the damn poem has waaaay too much punctuation – but Lasha kindly published it, anyway.”

          gilbert is a comma addict so am i we really need 2 cut down on our punctuation there’s far 2 much of it around

          1. i know how painful that is lasha i dont know how long i can endure this newfangled mode but it seems easier when actually into the rythym of it and it demonstrates how people can go on and on breathlessly spewing innane exasperation and pointless drivel wherein their ideas become incommunicable and misunderstood and cause a lot of unintended angst and conflict and

  2. Hail Berenice!
    I just read your
    deep comment
    and i
    agree with you.

    But free verse
    ain’t as easy
    as you think
    (who is not my niece
    by the way
    but just a stranger
    i never met).

    it’s very hard
    to write free verse
    like i’m doing now,
    but i wish to be
    poet laureate of—
    at least in the Comments column.

    bye 4 now
    (who is not my niece)
    but is very nice
    all the same
    like sugar and spice
    or ice
    on a hot day.

  3. I have enjoyed reading Gilbert’s Huntley’s verse. It’s traditional and old-fashioned in the best possible way, as mom’s apple pie and granny’s gooseberry jam served with mounds of freshly baked bread and golden country butter.

  4. And I think it’s a fine impersonation of a 12 year old girl.

    Of course that’s just me being honest. And brutal.

    1. No, hp, but I certainly adore little girls! I, myself, have a twenty-year-old daughter – who complains, sometimes, that I treat her “like a little girl”. I guess I do, too often. God bless little girls!

      (I am six-foot-one, weigh 200 pounds, muscular and martial-trained. AND, not to lay waste your creative imagination – I am NO cross-dresser, either!)

      1. Thank you Gilbert!

        I’ll just say me too!

        I reckon I’ll never say I’m better than Nolan Ryan, but I can outrun him to first base, nine out of ten! (haha)

  5. Gilbert, my previous post wasn’t about your poem, but the answer to Berenice. Sorry for misunderstanding, I actually like your verse. And…

    I do like this!

    “Always and forever” – it is the Love and the Word and the Life!

    But “soothing lie”?!

    Construct the tower and destroy it by last move?!

    What is that?
    Laugh of the enemy?
    The grim of the devil?

    It is very jewish, Gilbert, invert everything in last move, it is very talmudic and

    I don’t buy it!

    PS I might misunderstand you, however.

    1. Asthor,

      I cannot really get to sleep (it is almost midnight here), so I do a stupid thing and turn on the light and tap this I-Pad….

      Well, I see what you are seeing. (Thorough, indeed – and I did not intentionally construct it that way.) It is just that when I penned those verses, it was on the eve of a failing marriage. It was SUBjective – not objective. Lasha Darkmoon had made comment in some form that reminded me of frustration (it may even have been in one of her own poems which I read), and I dug that one out of my stash just to send it to her and reveal that she was not alone in her disappointment. (Some of her own poetry might even be subjective, too, you know…). ( I did not send it with the intention that it be published, though I am flattered that she and her cousin deemed it decent enough.)

      Having been in my time a harsh and ungentle man, I have often sought to relieve some guilt by way of Scriptural solace in The Old Testament. Two verses which have presented an excuse for my human errors can be found at Isaiah 55:8-9. God is way above me. There I cannot attain. Likewise, though many of us may INTEND “forever”, there may we not venture, either. Still, it is a noble thought. There is nothing particularly “Jewish” about uncomfortable truths. Still, I thank you for your challenging and sincere candor. (I am not Jewish, btw.)

      I am not equipped to dive too deeply, either.

      1. I can understand you, Gilbert.
        I can see as well that some of Lasha’ poems, as well as yours reflect personal frustration…Maybe I expect too much of your poetry or apply higher standards to it, – I don’t know, perhaps.
        But the Word is not a toy, it has the Power.
        Divine Power in my opinion.
        The Word is capable to become a Flesh and change the world as it did already. This world is full of troubles and afflictions but the Word overcame the world, Gilbert.
        Don’t forget about it since you certainly have the gift of Word, as Lasha has it too.
        Anyway, it is a pleasure of mine to read the texts of yours.
        Good night, Gilbert, sleep well.

  6. Speaking of the Word – the Word existed before the material creation, by definition.

    “In the beginning there was the Word” = before the material creation – (all the variegated energies and impulses and secretions/matter) – the Word was present. The Word was already manifest before the creation. Else, why even say this?

    Whether in the material worlds or spiritual worlds, the Word, the Name, is transcendental, the same as God. The definition of the Absolute?

    We’re the usual suspects! Unable (unwilling) to accept and fulfill instructions/help for our own sake. And most people certainly do know why this unwillingness (choice) is so real and how it applies to their very own individual self.
    The results ultimately = Ouch!
    Thus all the moaning and groaning and sad lamenting poetry. No kidding.
    It’s really no big secret, is it?

    Srila Prabhupada..
    “So Lord Jesus Christ said, “My Lord, hallowed be Thy name.” He wants to glorify the name of the Lord. And some people says that there is no name of God. How? If Lord Jesus Christ says “Hallowed by Thy name,” there must be name. The name is there, but he did not pronounce it because the people at that time will not be able to understand or maybe some reason, but he says there is name.”

    “Sri Caitanya Mahaprabhu said: namnam akari bahu-dha nija-sarva-saktis. (God has millions of names, and because there is no difference between God’s name and Himself, each one of these names has the same potency as God.”

    Mohammed counseled – “Glorify the name of your Lord, the most high”

    Lord Buddha declared,”All who sincerely call upon My name (Amitabha) will come to me after death, and I will take them to Paradise”

    These Avatars, Saints and Prophets from thousands of years ago until today are not referring to video games, Oedipus complexes, black incantations or Oprah style materialism. (but i repeat myself)

    They’re referring to a Person. The Supreme Person, our Father who we can either give credit to, or not.

    Exactly (Absolutely) the same choice as you know who.

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