Tag Archives: poetry

Poem: You Handed Me a Rose

12 Mar
Credit: EvilNuns, deviantart.com

Credit: EvilNuns, deviantart.com

You Handed Me a Rose

You handed me your love, a rose
And placed it in my outstretched hand
In your loving eyes, your love, it show’d
As you, your love, on me bestow’d
And I thought it oh so grand
But I knew not what it would demand
For I closed my hand to hold it so
And as I did the thorns drove in
They pierced my tender flesh straight through
And a crimson red began to show
The thorns their price in blood withdrew
I tried, but my closed fist stay’d fast
Upon those thorns it was impaled
And so the piercing thorns prevail’d
My blood seeped past the jagged thorns
As did my anguish past your scorn
How long was this to last?
My blood, so slowly, graced my sleeve
As I, impaled, had no reprieve
For my white shirt would not have stain’d
Had I of your red rose refrain’d
My shirt, with my own blood adorn’d
Your rose, I fear, can’t please my eye
For this the piercing thorns deny
My hand quivers in its thorns
For you handed me your rose

Rage in the Prison of my Circumstance

24 Jan
Lycaon turned  into a wolf (Goltzius 1589)

Lycaon turned into a wolf (Goltzius 1589)

I am restless, to and fro
In the prison of my circumstance
The rage within does start to grow
This burning rage well do I know
I feel it swell into extreme
And rise into my tighten’d throat
It gathers there and burns as steam
Then unleashes a most frightful note
With head thrown back in carnal song
My eerie scream against the night
In a horrid moment so prolong’d
Rabid echo of my fearsome plight
Fields of freedom are within my sight
As I reach beyond my prison’s bars
In a futile hope to grab what’s there
And then I turn my burning glare
To the walls that bare the scars
So gouge’d into by flailing claw
Propell’d by force of rage so raw
Then of prison’s door I am aware
I attack it with a rage renew’d
The door then yields to my stern will
Torn asunder by a violent blow
Yet my torment-scream grows louder still
For my jailer, now, he is construe’d
And blocks the door, this man. I know
My freedom he will not bestow
For I can’t permit myself to go.

Serengeti

23 Nov

Lions

In the Serengeti of my mind
I behold its sea of straw
Gently wav’ring in the breeze
That warm and gentle gift of wind
I taste the air and know with ease
That near to me you I shall find
And so my place I leave behind
And to my search I thus depart
I, the King of mighty paw
Surely do I move to you
The lioness within my heart

I find you and I am at peace
As gently I caress your fur
What was my roar is now a purr
The wise respect that gentle voice
Now with you I find release
Of the burdens that a king must bear
Although in this I have no choice
And so I cherish your embrace
Your feel, your scent both ease my mind
As sings your voice and loving eyes
Lioness Rampant, as you start to rear
Yet I am fill’d with love, not fear
And with this love, I hold you near

By then the world is left behind
In the Serengeti of my mind

Poem: The Castaway

17 Nov

He stood on his deserted isle
And gazed across an endless sea
From harrow’d eyes came a silent plea
He had been there, it seemed, for quite a while

He took out berry’d ink and quill
And pondered what he’d try to say
Regardless, words would his thoughts betray
So upon the parchment course they spill’d

That text into a bottle went
A stout, firm cork secured it there
A heave! He sent it through the air
And for some time was quite content

Then, one morning, he awoke
A bottle rested on the sand
But its authors didn’t understand
To their deafness their reply bespoke

So it went on for many a day
To find an ear the castaway tried
Occasionally, the sea replied
But with words so far away

The castaway never abandoned hope
He never ceased his toil of quill
Never an anguished heart is still
Across the sea he blindly groped

Then, one day, the sea atoned
A bottle bobbed in the shallow sea
Its contents that which set him free
For no longer was I so alone

Poem: Be My Siren

5 Nov

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I stand on this sleek ship, my life
A lonely man, no crew but me
Yet who, oh who, have I to blame?
These empty sails filled with salt air
Cruel Mistress Wave instead of wife
No First Mate to share my strife
Such firm rudder, that takes me where?
My old brass sextant has gone lame
The compass points all look the same
As I cut across this morbid sea
My holds, of meaning, are so empty
Oh be! Oh be! My siren fair
Haunt my soul with such sweet song
Entice me to your watery lair
Do not this pointless course prolong
Lest I of pointless course despair
For my heart’s watery death, your beauty does conspire
My course so unwise does your orchestral song inspire
Thus bring me to where I do so belong
Wrecked upon the rocks of my desire
As I descend the abyss for final rest too long
Let my last vision be of you, as I and ship expire

Poem: Navigator

31 Oct

A faded chart

Having surpassed the milestone of 100 wonderful people to share the blogging adventure with, I thought this poem might be an appropriate post. Written in the 2007-2008 timeframe, it was an exploration of the A-B-C-C-B-A rhyme scheme.

I sail across a sea of time
Making reference to an ancient chart
Faded markings in a faded script
As sleekly through the waves I slip
Guided by the compass of my heart
So that I seek your love divine

Ev’ry age age my quest begins anew
Always in a ship not quite the same
The sky above appears so strange
As if the stars have rearrange’d
And thus the heavens I must tame
As I begin my search for you

With Polaris as my guide
I stand upon uncovered deck
And brace against the salt night air
As of my course I’m most aware
My heading then again I’ll check
And by my compass I’ll abide

My eyes reflect the endless days
That I have put to sea for you
Not always knowing where I was
At times uncertain, this because
I hadn’t learned what I’d to do
Even though I’d sailed a ways

Yet now I sail with purpose strong
And mark my course with firm resolve
My uncertainty at its nadir
Thus towards you do I steer
While thoughts of you around revolve
So I can be where I belong

To horizon then I gaze afar
Drawn by an unspoken need
To the edge of sea and sky
I no longer wonder why
My compass I know I must heed
To take me where I know you are

The vestiges of land I view
Through the distant picture of my glass
The thought of you is restless, though
But soon the sight of you I’ll know
A boundless love I’ll then amass
And thus my fortitude renew

I see you now upon the shore
I see the love within your eyes
This love that is reserved for me
This love that is so plain to see
Carried on escaping sighs
A love that I so do adore

I hold you tight, so close to me
Together then we stand at last
Once again your love I know
Without restraint, which you bestow
As you have in ages past
As in ages that we’ve yet to see

I sail across a timeless sea
With reference to a faded chart
Faint markings in an ancient script
Firmly through the waves I slip
Guided by the compass of my heart
In a journey through eternity

Poem: A Leaf Falls Prematurely

27 Oct
My Backyard in Fall

My Backyard in Fall

I watch your pretty colours turn’d
As I fear’d, they’re premature
I hang in a future stark and clear
And your palate I endure

For in the gentle, rustling green
Of leaves against the wood
I sense you slight stem’s tenuous grip
Not holding as it should

So long we’ve sat here, side by side
Swaying in the breeze
What awaits as your stems separates
I cannot embrace with ease

I watch you now, past breakaway
In your slow and graceful fall
Though long have I foreseen this end
I could not this end forestall

Would that it were different, though
Our fall together won
We’d turn with one another
And descend in unison

Our final journey; we’d confide
In soft flight, devoid of sound
We’d descend in silence, side by side
Then together upon the ground

Yet I watch you arc, obliviously
I pain, and do not know
Whether you’ll fall straight beneath me
Or away, should some wind blow

Your slow decent continues
My heart, I fear it grieves
For I rest here, one of many
Alone amongst the leaves.

 

 

Poem: The Hourglass

20 Oct

 

When I was but an innocent child

Through naive eyes the world I’d see

So little of life had I compiled

With a hungry mind, and in nature mild

The hourglass seemed so big to me

It sands flowed from infinity

Then came the boundless drive of youth

The less I knew the more I learned

My days were far too short, in truth

And night’s embrace I’d try to spurn

Too soon the hourglass would turn

There came the day where I, the man

Held this world under my thumb

As I bathed in the radiant mid-day sun

Oh! The time – how quick it ran

But not how fast did fall the sand

The hourglass, though years it span’d

Did turn so fast as if it spun

As the hourglass is new

Its asymmetry too well I know

For atop, the grains, they are so few

Each one falls within my view

And adds to the loose pile below

My life ebbs, and the pile, it grows

A long, rich life now in review

As the hourglass my last sand bestows

Poem: Within This Sphere

25 Sep
I stand inside an unknown sphere
Fashioned of a perfect glass
To the naked eye it won't appear
Long time within have I amass'd

My gossamer globe eludes their eye
It rests atop a pinnacle
As with clouds, my life drifts by
In weather somewhat cynical

I see the world as eagle spies
Gazing through my perfect sphere
I thought to ask the question "why?"
But through the glass they couldn't hear

Thus despondent I have grown
My voice, it echoes back at me
Long frustration have I known
For the future I in silence see

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