Echoes of the past calling out my name
The old times lost, and life is not the same
Distant the voices hidden in my mind
Behind closed eyes before the nightmares come
As sleep betrays the fears my thoughts designed
Alone; I struggle just to see her face
The visions of a dream that held me there
No light in darkness, just an empty space
No darkness in light, just the cold, thin air
And still I love with no limits or shame
Although my heart is cold and undefined
And my aged senses may be worn and numb
For it is love that I choose to embrace
And not a past that has nothing to share

Shadows of winter remain here
Unclad by the early spring sun
Echoes chilled by the passing time
Seasons rebuild nature’s beauty
Torn between worlds, the then and now
Reborn in the cool forest glades
Life on earth must return again
In the blessed birth of springtide’s call
Walking amid awakening trees
Sleep talking and stretching out limbs
Towards pale sun rays stirring the ground
The age-old tale is told again
Turning away from winter’s blues
The seasons turn in verdant hues

I feel her touch
in the paradox of passion
her love my completeness
yet still I am broken
desire and fear combine
and I close my mind
to drown in the molten silver
of fantasy and illusion
in the wild wilderness
where I am free to be
escaping the hate
the self-loathing
that is my reality

I’m not yours, I do not belong to you
I can not be found as I am not lost
Even though our stars are destined to cross
Our love will shine in a different hew
No red stained rose can declare my heart true
As over your tears my lips gently gloss
Absorbing your pain like riverside moss
Such tenderness of love is mine to do
But my soul will not be still in your hand
For love will never pierce my heart of stone
Not in the ways that any can understand
Although I’m beside you I am alone
Like a pebble amid the grains of sand
The candle that burns to guide you back home

Just a sock lying there
on the shattered ground
calling out to humanity
questioning the declaration
that all is fair in love and war
where is fairness
in a life just started
snatched by the bombs of belief
that one cause has more value than another
a child’s sock
tattered and stained
lying where the bombs fell
a life unlived
if that is belief
then fairness is shame

If I ask you would you give me some time
A brief moment shared in rhythm and rhyme
I will not ask for any more than that
Just the merest glimpse of sweet paradise
Inhaling your sweet scent of civet cat
Aroma feeding my inner desire
Just a moment of lust shared between us
Ignites the spark of eternity’s fire
The supreme love of Vulcan and Venus
Again, I ask for a moment in time
The question hidden in casual chitchat
My words lost, disguised grains of wild rice
Will your heart see all this that I desire
The dark love within romantic snugness

Seeking love in all the wrong places
Clasping a shattered heart
Ridiculed by the mannequin smiles and
****** temptations that once sparked the dreams
Washed out and worn out by the fakery of love

Captivating smiles, dressed up to the nines
Utter the lies to entrap the man
Pity the youth who knows not
Instincts learned over pain and time
Don’t go there for love is a lie

Poetic words that echo over time
Bring solace to a poet of the modern age

Softly spoken in your whispered caress
Hold me now my dear master of words
Ease my mind with your sweet philosophy
Let me lie still in that moment
Let me believe one last time those kisses mattered; then
Ease me gently to that place where they don’t and
Your poetry comforts my heart.

My Mother moon, I pray to you,
Bless this night with your silver hue,
Reveal your light in words I say
And deeds I do along the way
I seek the path that leads me through.

I feel your love in all that’s true,
In lunar light, a clearer view,
To calmly soothe the darkest day,
My Mother Moon.

Giving thanks and blessings too,
For gentle love in which I grew,
And though I often walk astray,
I know you love me anyway,
As I return to be with you
My Mother Moon

A lady pen wrote of love in meter,
from on the Grecian isle and ancient time.
For womankind, was honey ever sweeter?
She was not condemned, when she made her rhyme
A lyricist words were made for singing,
Plato’s muse she inspires from long ago.
Her name now echoes as a bell ringing
A way of loving she has set aglow.
From that isle, she refined her own beat,
and thus her name remains as poem form.
Given pride too, as we measure the feet,
a genre of art brings critical storm.
No shame now, we will show our love and pride
in the life culture, we choose to reside.

©JG Farmer 2008

Dust settles rapidly
On empty battlefields
In mourning reflection
And lovers lingering
In velvet temptation
Such feelings equated resolutely
Love
Hate
The friction intimates
That spirits awaken indifferent






©JG Farmer 2018
Form: Rhopalic Verse