"aeternus" poems
a memory
another life
the birth of time
a single being
ripped in two
thrown to earth
drawn together
through lifetimes
never whole in solitarium
through dimensions
across seas
generation after generation
a life unfulfilled
until united
in bliss
as One
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 10:51 PM UTC
Amor non discitur, amor cognoscitur, sed id non animadvertis donec amorem invenis
She is the high point of the seasons bringing mellowness and relaxation to my world
With more beauty than October's sunset sky, she has an aura of charm, elegance and harmony
Her understanding nature brings balance to my life
She is the wind that keeps my fire ablaze with her divine smile, soothing voice, affectionate hugs and tender kisses
But cools my fury before all is scorched and burned
She is my world
Amor aeternus
Feb 15, 2010
Feb 15, 2010 at 8:06 AM UTC
You make me worry about losing my memory.
Because right now I've reached a stage where I've forgotten to forget you,
so if I really did lose my memory I wouldn't just be losing my identity,
but also you.
And the problem is, I can live without knowing myself,
but wouldn't survive a second without knowing you.
You make me want to write poems.
My fingers crave to type endlessly until I've written more words than
the bible and the encyclopaedias A-Z combined into infinity,
but my brain numbs.
I'm bilingual but thinking of you makes me inarticulate in both, and
fluent in clichés instead.
You make me feel like a 16 year old...scrap that, a 14 year old,
falling in love for the first time, and I'm neither.
Lately I've been spending a lifetime editing photos of you and me,
on Microsoft Paint, adding hearts and stars and lipstick marks.
And tagging you in every quote, video, song and photo on facebook,
provided they have a remote connection to something romantic.
You make me want to break Pastor Aeternus ,
after 12 years of Sunday school, as a student and a teacher.
I want to travel between Testaments, arguing with prophets and saints,
trying to explain how you make me feel, crave, arouse.
Because each time we meet, even before we speak, or touch,
the demon within me is awaken, beholding the paradise in your eyes.
You make me want to ****** you, even after 4 months,
and 3 weeks, of a solid relationship.
To wear make-up and high heels, to dress up or down or... not,
provoking, tempting and coaxing to take a bite out of the same apple,
but deeper, tying you to the bed and taking you in a kitchen, just
to see that pure expression of bliss on your face.
You make me search the depth of my soul, the bottom of my heart and
every corner of my mind, for more love to give you, everyday.
Paint the future in any colour, shape or form, and when you're done,
place me in it, because I will always fit right in, just like when we spoon.
Someday, when we're standing next to God I will ask him to show you
the timeline, when he sent you from heaven into my life, because
only an Angel could make this fragile heart, fall in love again.
Apr 7, 2012
Apr 7, 2012 at 9:05 PM UTC
Oh, Woman
He’s dreaming of your depth
like a synergy of effortless truths
your imaginary *** a mystical shore
waxing and waning in violent tides
of affectionate sap
He would fly his kite running out of breath
like a child blessed with forgetting
puer aeternus
He would spin the hours in laughter,
in untamed visions
and here it is...
time revisited with gossamer touch
the bestiary revised with tender beings
making love in the naked air
in the breeze of forgotten forests
in purple shy sheets
in the miracle of tomorrow
in unshed skins
imagine the bliss of the first breath
the dreams in geological strata
She’s just waiting for your rhyme
for you in primordial waters
unborn
now and again
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 11:41 AM UTC
I tell you it's hard to live with a man
Who's always so preoccupied
With making other people happy,
Especially at Yuletide.
Time and again I've asked why he
Prefers to live in this frigid zone.
And then he works each Christmas Eve
While I have to stay home alone!
I mean, why this bias of Christmas
With winter and snow year after year
When it's nice and steamy on Earth's
Beautiful southern hemisphere?
Don't get me wrong: I don't begrudge
His eleemosynary devotion
To making other people happy.
That's a kind and generous notion.
But his thoughts are always on
"The kids," and so, I feel neglected.
And yet I always put on the front
Of being cheerful, cool and collected.
Another thing I must admit:
It's hard for a wife whose hubby enjoys
An overwhelming fascination
Or infatuation with all his toys!
You might think the man is cute;
However, I am less enthralled.
He suffers from puer aeternus.
At least that's what I think it's called.
I tell him, "Dear, I understand
Your thoughtful desire to do good deeds,
But maybe you are overdoing it.
Don't forget: wives have needs."
I sometimes think the worst might happen
Whenever my spirits start to sink.
I have to muster up inner strength
To stop myself from taking to drink.
I'd love to be able to find a place
Where we could spend some time by ourselves.
It isn't easy to live with a man
Who spends all his time with reindeer and elves.
Oh, well…I guess it's true:
Every marriage has its flaws.
But try to imagine what it's like
To be Mrs. Santa Claus.
-by Bob B (12-25-18)
Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 10:30 AM UTC
Mon père, fils de lièvre de métal et de coq de bois,
Est né sous l 'obédience du porc d'eau,.
Ma mère, fille de lièvre d'eau et et de chien de métal,
Sous celle de la chèvre de métal.
Je naquis sous le dragon d'eau un jeudi,
Chaotique et sauvage, à quatorze heures vingt-cinq
A la longitude soixante et un virgule sept ouest,
Quatre mille et six cent quarante neuf ans après le roi Jaune
Puer aeternus, dragon noir, tout feu tout flamme
Dominante intuition et adjuvant pensée !
Compatibilité optimale : serpent et rat !
Le sang qui court dans mes veines
C'est la Rivière Noire, le fleuve Amour
Je suis frère cosmique du Dragon Jaune,
Du Dragon Perle et du Grand dragon.
Et Dragon d'Eau je conçus avec un cheval de bois
Une chèvre de terre.
Vint ensuite un serpent d'eau
Qui engendra un lièvre de feu
suivi d'un serpent de terre.
Puis ce fut le tour d'un buffle de métal
Dont j'héritai d'un buffle de feu
Suivi d'un lièvre de terre.
Ma chère et tendre est un serpent d'eau.
Et si je remonte plus **** encore
Si je me replonge dans ma généalogie zoologique et élémentaire
Mes arrière-grands-pères paternels étaient chien d'eau et serpent de feu
Mes arrière-grands-pères maternels étaient lièvre de terre et cheval de métal
Mes arrière-grands-mères paternelles étaient rat de bois et cheval de terre
Mes arrière-grands-mères maternelles étaient lièvre de terre et cheval d'eau.
Je vous épargne les arrière-arrière
Et les trois fois arrière
De cette généalogie astrologique
Mais ne trouvez-vous pas étrange
Que je sois le seul dragon d'eau de cette lignée
Et que par exemple aucun tigre d'eau ni de papier ni de rhum n'y figure ?
Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 2:19 PM UTC