Title: some of my poetry...
Category: in love
Blog Entry: As I've stated many times, I'm an internationally recognized romance poet, which seems to be a bit of an oddity in these modern times. I was nominated for poet of the year 2007 by the IPS, which I came in 2nd place out of 100 worldwide. Okay though, enough of an introduction. Now let's get down to the nitty gritty. This first piece is very special to me, as I believe it to be one of my deepest, most emotional, and one of my best works. It was written in June to the girl I've been dating, and though my other works seem to be written to a lover, this is actually the first that was written for a specific person. Here it is.Key To My HeartHave you ever noticed in the dead of night,Through blackness of water, shallow or deep,The moon and the stars shine ever so bright,Lulling both man and beast alike to sleep?The water, through promise of ecstasy,Entices the mind, engages the soul,Presents man’s instinctual fantasy;To walk with birds above the grassy knoll.Its beauty, like the Anthemoessa sirens,Draws many of the lost and forlorn,Where upon they speak the words of ByronAnd return to He from which they were born.With a leap of faith, they take to the skies,As with water, two bodies become one,And though undulation distorts the disguise,The lure of the reflection is never undone. Have you noticed as I gaze into your eyes,My words are lost and never to be found,And despite repeated and breathless tries,I say “I love you,” but mutter no sound?So big and beautiful, the hazel pairClutches my heart tighter with every blink,For every time into those eyes I stare,I find the image reflected by drink.Although the ripples of time will ring out,With age, your beauty forever remains,As all the stars may be scattered about,But their twinkle your eye eternally retains.The masses believe heaven lies aboveIn clouds beneath the sky’s sea of blue,But for me, heaven rests within our love,As I utterly confide my soul to you. For the gift of love you have given meThat stitched pieces together, torn apart;For answering my nightly midnight sky plea...I bestow upon you the key to my heart. The rest of them I don't think really need an introduction, so here they are.The Definition of LoveTears can only carry so many painsBefore they eventually run dry,And left is a man who is torn inside,Who desperately needs to break and cry.A love that is lost is not love at all,As a true love will live on forever,For in true love, no one will ever quitSince love is the eternal endeavor.Trial and error, to change or be changed,To hold one sacred, body, mind, and soul,To need every beat from another’s heart,To consider sharing quite difficult;To care for another over one’s self;To be told an inch, but jump a mile…To have a willing to do anythingTo see the other, once again, smile;These are the elements of love so pure,Whose beauty is well known to captivate,When at the church, the bells begin to ring,And two families come to congregate.This love keeps the salted dew drops drippingUpon the cheek beneath a cloudy eye,And the man whose heart was encased in stoneMay quench his pain with a heart-pounding cry.It is said in love that no one should change,And it is such that leads to love’s demise,For in order to attain and keep love aliveOne must learn that they need to compromise. FidelityA bumblebee can’t survive without wingsLike the rainfall without the cloudy skies.The gift of pollen the southern wind bringsShall be useless where no precipitation lies.The flowers will wither without waterAnd will leave behind but a barren waste. As the desert land grows ever hotter;A world once known as home is misplaced.The scavengers will pick the bleached white bones,A hunger in their bellies never quenched.Starvation kills them as their stomach groansAnd in the still, dry air lingers death’s stench.As rainfall stops, the world dies with brevity…So perishes my love with your fidelity. Give Me Love or Give Me DeathThe divine chalice hath spilt its bloodAt the tip of a finger.Aphrodite insultingly turned a blind eye upon meAnd rendered her blessing indifferent.A pox on thee, Aphrodite,Since thou can not see that what I possess Is true… is sanctified. Thus, Cupid, I implore thee,Nock thy explosive arrow,Similar to that of John Rambo,And blow her bleeding heart through the back of her chest!Ah, yes, tonight we shall seeA magnificent display of fireworks,Nearly as glorious as the morning sunReflecting from her eyes…Lest she be unwilling.Shall I sweep her from her feet,The dark haired maiden, whose name remains sacred,As beautiful and intricateAs the dew covered spider’s web?Or, tonight, will thy efforts fail meIn refilling the chalice of life and loveKeeping my heart and soul alive? PoisonAvert my gaze upon the midnight moon,To feel the warmth of your loveWashing over me like an ocean of tears,As the moon stares back from above.I can not describe what I feel for youBecause words can not explain,My mind and feelings scattered throughoutAs unpredictable as the summer's rain.One thing's for certain, my love for you isUnlocking my heart to unfold.The time I share with you and cherishWill forever so be toldAmongst our friendsAnd the high school kids.I find it to be the truthThat no one really lives,But that does not mean I cannot feelThe main element of life so pure?Love makes me sick, drives me mad,Yet is a gift in a disease without a cure.It is as a sweet, sweet poison,And it writhes within my veins.It kills all of my other emotionsAnd dulls such extraordinary painsThat haunt me in my sleep, my dreams.You freed me from my cage of hateBy blessing me with your goddess like presenceAnd yet I can no longer wait‘Cause I wish to express how I feel to you,And to die by the poison of love,As I wonder if you are watching the moon as wellAs the moon stares back from above. A Distant LoverNever has her voice rang upon my ears,But I can still hear her whisper my name;Separated by an ocean of tears,Her heart cries out for its true love proclaimed.Never have I seen more than a picture,But her beauty, it captivates me so.The distance between us, a mere strictureThat I dream is broken by Cupid’s bow.Never have I felt her heart-warming touchReach down to the depths of my yearning soulGuilty of thievery, she took so much,But my heart was the only item she stole. Though we have not met, I hope we may beTogether forever, outside of my dreams. A Gift to the WorldA tear slowly trickles down to her cheekAs she is forced to give a kiss goodbye.She has found her love, the answer she seeksSo far beyond the ocean’s morning tide.Today he leaves to return to his home,Though he knows home is with his sobbing love…To say goodbye he wrote her a poemThat speaks of sunsets and flowers and doves.And as they must part, they take one last lookOver their shoulders, one sorrowful glance.A happy ending, just like in the booksWould come someday by a God given chance,For God has given them love as a giftFor all the world to see, and the world’s spirits to lift. ImperfectionsShe smells not of the garden’s rose,But she is riddled with jagged thorns.She wears stained and shabby clothes;Snores louder than the winter’s foghorn.She bears a slightly crooked tooth,And breath of tinder and ash.She guzzles her share of juice ‘n vermouthWhen she smokes that Amsterdam hash.Her eyes resemble not the stars,Nor the heavens, by which most inspiredMen write songs we sing and dance to in carsOr bars before our time is retired.Believe not the false associations I once madeFor my love now be true for love of her imperfections paid. The Last DanceWhen I die, I shall push up the flowersPlanted along the roots of the old oak,And in the pond, I shall make the frogs croakTo serenade my love in her sleeping hours.And in the fields where the old oak towers,The bees shall swarm as a cloud of black smoke.Their hives in honey, a seeping gold cloak,Shall change her aching heart to sweet from sour.And when my love sees the gifts I bestow,Let her memories slowly come aliveSo I may calm her befuddling rants.Let me grasp her hand as a wandering soulAs I wait for His chariot to arrive;Allow us to share just one final dance. Love Lost Twice (Orpheus and Eurydice rewrite)On that day, the sun shone ever so brightWhen Eurydice suffered a venomous biteAnd on the plains of grass, her body layAmong the boundless lands of earth and clay.For years to follow, her spouse sang and weptOf how her spirit, in his heart, he kept.When he discovered he could take no more,He found himself standing at Hades door.Past the flaming river Styx he traversedTo quench his heart’s everlasting thirst.When he arrived before the king and queen,He could hear the distant torturous screams,But still he continued to play and singOf she, to whom, he presented a ring.And so he proceeded to beg for lifeTo be restored to his beloved Eurydice.The queen observed him and quietly sighed.With tears in her eyes, she fondly replied:“Bravest of bards, thy woe shall hereby end,The trail of time, I shall alter its track,But heed this caution to thou I must send,Keep thy eyes forward, and never look back.Till thou reaches the Avernus ValleyWith thy wife, thou must not rally.”She raised her hand, and in a cloud of smoke,Eurydice appeared and Orpheus spoke:“Proserpina, I thanketh thee,For the gift thou hath bestowed upon me.Thy conditions I’ll follow, till Hades we’re free.Come Eurydice, we shall taketh our leave.”Through the eternal darkness they walked,And Orpheus feared that she may have balked.The bard grew impatient near the borderAnd felt his wife’s embrace was in order.He turned to grasp her, but lo and behold,He had forgotten the conditions told.For his betrayal, his wife was taken,And the poor bard of Thrace, his love was forsaken. Here are a couple that are actually riddles within themselves. Each stanza (4 lines) stands for a word in a sentence, and hints at what that word is. Let's see if you can figure them out! I will not include the titles so this way it's not obvious. Poem 1:It is the letter that will describe me,Always standing tall and thin, yet so strong.It is also that by which I can seeYour smile from distances far too long.It is that, for you, I forever feelFrom the moment we first came together.So heavy on the heart weighs its appeal,But its mass is less than the smallest feather.It is a letter not found in blacksmith,But by him this letter is often made.It’s someone I hope to always be with.For this, there is no equivalent trade.And so this question I ask you today…Can you guess what I am trying to say? Poem 2:A sick man dies and leaves behindA document he had writtenTo give his children all his wealth…A president by interns is smitten.A rainbow is flipped upside down;An umbrella blown inside out.A frown becomes a shining smile, andA direction is changed en-route.A child is born in Italy;After her lord’s mother, she’s named.A man is wished a joyous ChristmasWith a single letter changed.A boy is selfish, for there isOnly one person of whom he thinks.Everyone sees a man or womanIn the mirror above the sink.This question I ask, for old we grow…Is your answer a yes or no? Alright, well, I have a lot more, but that is gonna be about it for now. Check back with me for more if you like my writing style or my poetry. I'm sure a lot will be up and coming!
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