Folks in ancient Rome that was
Said in vino veritas;
Take a glass of wine and stay
Hear the words I have to say
You mistrusted passion's kiss
You are not alone in this
I fear my heart made you leave
Wearing it upon my sleeve
I looked forward to the day
When the both of us would pray
You asked to be left alone
I keep praying on my own
My prayer is a simple one:
God, please smile on what was done
In the name of love and life
Though we are not man and wife
It were never chastity
Still Lord, kindly let us be
In our thoughts and in our words
Let our sins fly off like birds
Hope may never see the light
In whose rays our souls unite
Yet when heart to passion dips
Soul meets soul on lovers' lips
Sometimes, if not always so.
I pray one day I will know.
It were paradise enow
But my glass is empty now
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
Moon (2008)
Far distant moon,
Lit by reflection from the Sun,
Forgive me if I mourn the lack of light
From other heavenly bodies.
It is childish of me to spurn your glow,
Wishing instead for illumination
From Venus, say.
You let spacemen walk all over you in your past:
Now those interlopers are gone,
Again you inspire fascination with your mystery.
Your green cheese is alluring,
But while I would like to visit you,
I respect your wish for peace
Amid vacuum.
Lit by reflection from the Sun,
Forgive me if I mourn the lack of light
From other heavenly bodies.
It is childish of me to spurn your glow,
Wishing instead for illumination
From Venus, say.
You let spacemen walk all over you in your past:
Now those interlopers are gone,
Again you inspire fascination with your mystery.
Your green cheese is alluring,
But while I would like to visit you,
I respect your wish for peace
Amid vacuum.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Travel by Night (2008-2009)
Dusk on the highway
Readjusting driver's seat
Clouds mixed with cocoa.
Trees silhouetted
Darkling sky, streetlights missing
Sorry hitchhikers.
Short ramp, brief detour
Quantity of maps and guides
Hope of clean restrooms.
Final exit ramp
Streets of unfamiliar town
Lighted motel sign.
Sheets of cool linen
Double beds, extra pillow
Go back tomorrow.
Friday, October 10, 2008
First post
A fellow Twitterer (or Twit? what is one called??) asked to see some of my verse. This site accommodates that request. I haven't written much poetry in the last several (uh... twenty?) years, but what I have written is here, along with some of my college-age stuff.
This stuff is copyrighted, so fer cryin' out loud, don't plagiarize!
This stuff is copyrighted, so fer cryin' out loud, don't plagiarize!
Ladies (2008)
I have a friend who's a wonderful cook
If I could I'd live in her kitchen.I'd pant like an excited pet
And have love in a doggy dish.
I know a girl who cuts her arms.
Why do I bleed, she asks me.
I don't know what else to do
But tell her that my heart bleeds too.
Why do I bleed, she asks me.
I don't know what else to do
But tell her that my heart bleeds too.
A pale woman with eyes like fire
Gave me peace from her cool fountain.
I splashed and drank, my shoes got wet
And she kicked off her shoes and ran.
I'll sleep. When I awake, I'll be fine.
I'll smile and joke and laugh.
I'll think about a friend, a girl and a woman.
I'll smile and joke and laugh.
I'll think about a friend, a girl and a woman.
Gentle ladies all, fragile my heart.
Sunday, October 10, 1999
Love in the Year 2000 (1999)
If I could in one magic magnetic sweep
Wipe clean the thought-tracks of our memories,
I could clear the cache of cumulative baggage
And recompile the romance with fresh lines.
But would our love still exist
Without those date dependencies?
Wipe clean the thought-tracks of our memories,
I could clear the cache of cumulative baggage
And recompile the romance with fresh lines.
But would our love still exist
Without those date dependencies?
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