What verses are these,
Not worthy of thee...
Lost in words that
Would not let me be
In phantom misery
I chase this allegory
To chance upon your grace,
Oh, that I would trace
The now familiar,
Unfamiliarity
And stumble
Into that I mumble
For in your rhyme
No rhythm ever broken
Brand the mark,
In hidden cost
So much confusion
In this unholy fusion
What hast thou done?
Why push the quill,
In secret shadow?
I can not utter one more syllable
I can’t construct another phrase
But let me see ,the final draft
In your benevolent hand
Create a masterpiece, divine.....
There’s plenty more
Inside your core
Words flow like river,
Keep me whole
For no mask can hide
Nor lies, deny
Thou art,
The master of thine art
And in thee resides the words
Beating in thy heart
Love rages...
Thou art the soul of the ages!
(There are those who claim that the works attributed to William Shakespeare were actually written by Edward de Vere).
Dec 20, 2015
Dec 20, 2015 at 7:23 PM UTC
The flaming sun is
About to be extinguished
And the evening star
Will rise, to take its place
Like the cool gentle winds
Of the night sky
Your languid smile
Hush the lonely tears
Into a lullaby
Singing of gallantry and
Bravery
In battlefields where
You excel above all others...
You are not afraid,
Death has no power over you..
What you are made of,
many men only dream to possess
kindness in strength
compassion in faith,
courage that knows no bounds...
the very definition of a soldier
like no other...
it is not in your victory alone
that you are revered
it is your quiet conduct
of playing fair
and your innocence in
atrocities perpetrated
by the monsters around you...
but you did not capitulate
you are unblemished till your end
sweet hero ,gentle general
i lay a wreath of promise
on your grave...
a promise of remembrance
till the day i cease to be..
you will always be remembered..
as a loving husband,
a caring father...
and a soldier’s soldier
a man of principles
and the light of the men you
led in battle ,
the man they know
as their general in the sun...
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 7:39 PM UTC
Carnival roses bloom late
In early winter
A strange cloud of passion
2 strangers delight
Champagne of gold
Showers like turbulent rain
An adventure that whispers loudly
Of midnight joys
Desires, smoldering in the eyes
Delivered like shock waves
To the bodies,
Smash into souls
Like carnal sighs
With a hint of a tempting smile,
This, I dare say,
Once upon a time
I have met a tall, fair prince of Sweden
And I led him to the wild side
Of the garden of eden
Dec 18, 2015
Dec 18, 2015 at 7:14 AM UTC
My beloved commanded clouds
With his wings spread wide
Beneath the sun
In his silent rapture he ran
Rings around the moon
With speed unheard of
In altitudes untested
He was the uncontested
Prince of the blue skies
My beloved’s eyes
Reflect the yellow horizon
At the end of the ocean wall
He was fearless in his quest
He was a cut above the rest
His daring knew no boundaries
He had no fear of the unknown
Way out yonder ,there he flew
Where no other ‘s ever been before
My beloved’s ways up in the
Air was never wayward
There among the white formations
He was unsurpassed
A venerable hero of his generation
He had set his mark so steady
In the echoes of history
And though his life upon the ground
Was less than perfect
Up there, he was without equal
And this is how
He’d like to be remembered
For he carved his name
on the soft cotton clouds
And though his magic chariot
Now lies majestically still,
he is truly,
ever truly
the beloved son of
the great big blue skies
Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 8:07 PM UTC
I am myself in shadows
Forsaking the dawn
I am myself in darkness
Among a crowd of one
A solitude of plenty…
I am the words to
A rounded song,
A song to a husky voice
A voice to an empty silence
That I can not hear…
What do I fear?
This magnitude of life,
I wish that it had passed
Me by…
If I had been an ordinary lad,
Then maybe I won’t be so sad.
my end would not have been
So bad,
In my listless ,senseless compulsions
Brewed an endless stream
Of addiction,
Far worst than I could ever have
Imagined, in all the years
That I have survived..
What do I fear?
One happy thought,
Just one happy thought
I had none..
All is gone…
Alone
Louder, and louder
The deafening nothingness
Leaves me alone
Do not leave me alone…
Do you fear me?
Do you fear what I had become?
I had everything
That is nothing
Of true value
But everyone has a price
So I must pay the price
Of my folly..
My castle is my prison
An asylum for my kingdom
Long, long time ago
I used to know a different man
But he was gone before
I could remember his name….
Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 8:04 PM UTC
Mary Ann of the morning
with your bright hair
flowing in the wind
If I stand still, long enough
I can see your eyes moving
and your fingers dancing
It's, as if you never left....
this maze of sorrow
we all call our world,
Is that your voice I hear?
filled with the joys of youth
and the innocence of goodness
I miss your smile
and I am reversing time
in a perpetually slow motion manner
denying and not obeying
the circumstances of fate
Once again I witness,
the sunlight bathing the
features of your ever-beautiful face
How I wish for these sacred moments
to last forever
so we can share both conversation and coffee
in the early hours of a delightful dawn
with the knowledge that there is
safety in hope
a life fulfilled with unconditional love
that grows wildly like the
courageous flowers of the forest
and the mountain tops glazed
with the whiteness of snow,
dear Mary Ann of the morning....
Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 7:56 PM UTC
Her name is Catherine Eddowes
and it rhymes with meadows
of green fields and moon's shadows
but in the street she wallows
in the darkened danger that swallows
through the London fog that follows
her every movement and her sorrows
Oh Catherine, my dearest
come to call in nights severest
of pain and pleasure without rest
strike you like a luckless jest
you are who you are, that's your best
I am looking at you and memorizing
your ****** features that are tantalizing
I do not hear if you are coming or going
But I never want to hear you crying
Her name is Catherine and pray,
do not forget
She is far away now,
much to my regret
I miss her but
I must not be upset
Someday ,perhaps, she'll
grace me with her presence
she'll look at me with no pretense
she will show me emotions intense
I'll smell her perfume like
fragrant incense
Hello and goodbye,
dear Catherine Eddowes..
a name that rhymes with meadows
Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 7:53 PM UTC
my Lord speaks through
those that do not have voices
He sees through those
who do not have eyes
He needs no words to convey
His meaning
He is all music and movements
and mathematical equations
mercy tempered with justice
that is what He is
passion and compassion
reigning in His heart
His beauty is indescribable
He is the dark matter that
holds the universe in place,
though unseen
the stars and moons and suns
and planets
give homage to the One
who made us all
And ,though we do not
hear His voice
we feel him everyday
and everywhere
through Mother Nature
through the love
that bears His grace
through His spirit
that lives among the innocents
and the light from the sun
that shines on all our faces
my Lord speaketh and I hear
not through my ears
but through my mind
in His gentle telepathy
of faith and peace
and His wonders
that never cease.
Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 7:49 PM UTC
There are no words
But I have to utilize words,
For I don’t know any other way
To tell you what I see
Inside my mind
When my imaginations fly
Me in different directions,
Everywhere……
The order of the Universe
Is not an accident,
It is a design
Every molecule, every atom,
Every matter, anti matter and dark matter,
Every planet, moon, sun and star,
Every particle,
Has a purpose and a proper place
There is order even in chaos
For the Universe is God’s playground
And the scientists , His messengers
Helping us to understand as much
As we could, in our limited
Mental resources
The vastness and magnificence of it all…
Children of my heart,
You were once pieces of stars
Your forms today involved
Billions of years of
Revolutionary evolution
And so you belong, not only
Here on earth
Which is the place of your birth
But you are also of the stars
As God created you through
The harmony of His Universe…
Travel with me ,therefore,
And in our mind’s eyes
Let us walk gallantly through space
There, truly, we can trace our origins
For God’s face ,too, resides there…
In the stars…
Words can not describe but
Words are necessary
And they are flowing from
My lips now…
For all the beauty that I see and I feel
I see and I feel in you,
Thank God for children
And thank God,
For the Order of the Universe……
Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 7:46 PM UTC
magnificent warrior
weary king,
the day is closing
night birds no longer sing
your eyes begin to dispose
tears of wasted forlorn.....
silence is your weapon
the only companion that you seek
I don't know
what goes on in your mind
in the twilight of afternoon
but I see your movements
in slow motion
and the fluid grace
that accompanied your youth
..............like a shadow dancer
you were beautiful beyond belief
a troubadour of the gods
climbing each staircase
towards heaven
nearer to the sky of oblivion
in different languages
we say our pieces
in different moods
our moments have arrived
and now I am
thinking of you
and seeing you in a different view
like a stolen reality
in My sea of imaginations
tell me your tales
and break that code of silence
I know there is something
deeper in your heart
that matches....
the beauty of your face
let me sit with you
in this twilight of afternoon
let me touch your being
and drink from your lips
for in my soul I know
that it could be so exciting
with you and your stories
of long ago....
Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 11:51 PM UTC