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Joe Hill May 2013
I’ve always believed in logic more than love,
logic lets you know when you’re a mule.
Using your head first means no one can hurt you.
The trembling clutch of fear falls short,
numbing cold-front warms and mobilizes.
Still, without contemplation I would die for you,
and would you expect less from your knight?
Someday I will die for you,
and you will watch with clapping hands,
applauding my selfless actions,
now still able to applaud others.
After all, you would not heartlessly
cast off your veil.
Even rocks and trees sing the obvious truth,
love shrouds all we know in darkness.
Revised version of The "L" Words
Joe Hill May 2013
My feelings for you are hard to describe.
You make me want to destroy all you own.
I should go have some relaxants prescribed
before I snap and make everything known.
I wonder who would renounce you quick
and who would linger, searching for some light.
So many things you’ve done just make me sick
enough to forget my virtues and fight.
I guess you’re lucky I have such control,
and would never forget the oaths I swore.
Even though you fire my rage like pistols
I’ll wait for you to leave for distant shore.
From then on you won’t ever cause itch.
I’ll just let karma be that vengeful *****.
Joe Hill May 2013
It seems the world is losing sight,
while stars and sky grow dark.
The will of man is finite.

Blood and bond are seen as blight,
truth as an unseemly mark.
It seems the world is losing sight.

Righteous men have lost their light,
and others frightened fly as larks.
The will of man is finite.

Heros are not born of right,
they change our fate with iron heart.
It seems the world is losing sight.

Evil takes another bite.
Too weak to tighten tourniquet,
the will of man is finite.

**** the masses who take flight
instead of fighting hard and sharp.
It seems the world is losing sight.
The will of man is finite.
Villanelles are hard. Here is my first attempt. I'll probably try a more cheerful one soon and see if it ends up any better.
Joe Hill Apr 2013
now exposed to you
no secrets left to explore

will you still love me?

less vibrant with age
no longer best or strongest

dust caking trophies
and none new to replace them

voice soft and cracking
losing its former vigor

will you still love me?

inside your pale eyes
is only my silhouette

you see nothing else
Joe Hill Apr 2013
Love is an illuminating fire.
It lets you feel all the cracks in the water,
hear the shadows dancing around your eyes,
and endures.
Jesus loved us even after Calvary.
Love is a thick veil.
I’ve always believed in logic more than love,
logic lets you know when you’re a mule.
Reasoning makes you strong.
Using your head first means no one can hurt you.
The trembling clutch of fear falls short,
numbing cold-front warms and mobilizes.
Still without contemplation I would die for you,
and would you expect less from The Hill?
Someday I will die for you,
and you will watch with clapping hands.
I believe they will be applauding my selfless
actions because they now can still applaud others.
After all, you would not heartlessly abandon il tuo amante.
Even the rocks and trees sing the obvious truth.
Love shrouds all we know in darkness.
We used a popular prompt in my poetry class, and I followed most of the guidelines. Not sure if everything worked but this is a fun write. Use some or all of these instructions to try something new.

1. Begin the poem with a metaphor.
2. Say something specific but utterly preposterous.
3. Use at least one image for each of the five senses, either in succession or scattered randomly throughout the poem.
4. Use one example of synesthesia (mixing the senses).
5. Use the proper name of a person and the proper name of a place.
6. Contradict something you said earlier in the poem.
7. Change direction or digress from the last thing you said.
8. Use a word (slang?) you’ve never seen in a poem.
9. Use an example of false cause-effect logic.
10. Use a piece of “talk” you’ve actually heard  
11. Create a metaphor using the following construction; “The (adjective) (concrete noun) of (abstract noun)...
12. Use an image in such a way as to reverse it usual associative qualities.
13. Make the persona or character in the poem do something he/she could not do in real life.
14. Refer to yourself by nickname and/or in the third person.
15. Write in the future tense, such that part of the poem seems to be a prediction.
16. Modify a noun with an unlikely adjective.
17. Make a declarative assertion that sounds convincing but that finally makes no sense.
18. Use a phrase from a language other than English.
19. Make a non human object say or do something human (personification).
20. Close the poem with a vivid image that makes no statement, but that “echoes” an image from earlier in the poem.
Joe Hill Apr 2013
In the night when the full
moon lights your bed clearly,
you call to me. Your eyes
guide me close to your warmth.
I smell your need matching my own.
I taste your pulse as it quickens,
drawing me deeper. Deeper
into your soul and your body.
We demand pleasure as primal
embrace fulfills, convulsing tight,
uncontrolled. Our desires are sated
                 as I take you.
Revised version of "I Will Take You." I changed a few lines around because I was not worried about following the 4 syllable lines this time
Joe Hill Apr 2013
Substantial enough to fill,
sweet enough to attract,
available enough to
keep coming back.
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