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Poems Written on Feb. 6th
I was going to post these individually but wanted to give you some idea of the things I think about when I write. Feel free to make any comment at all.
What Makes Love
What be love to this fool heart?
So long alone it's stood
That love has lost the look of art
And ever lost the good
That makes me more a fool.
I'm much too old to linger on
The feelings of my youth
And I can't quite put a finger on
The falsehood or the truth
That makes my tear the rule.
But Oh, when I remember
How in my veins there ran
The heat in dark December
When the boy was more a man
Or perhaps just less a mule.
So now I sit alone at night
And write for none but me
Cursing the mirage in sight
That lets me know to be
That which makes the man a fool.
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A Young Man's Fancy
Spring is but a season
A quarter of the year
A time of warming sunshine
To raise the heart to cheer.
A time for snows to melt away
For flower buds to bloom
A time for cleansing breezes
To freshen up the room.
Yet spring is but a moment now
An advancing t'ord the day
When I might watch the flowers wilt
And put my dreams away.
Except for the dreams of love
I refuse to let dreams die
And I vow to keep springtime here
Though the cost of love's too high.
Young men's fancy may turn to love
With the coming of the spring
But they will soon be old men too
If they forget the thing
That keeps them in the springtime
Is not its moment here
But rather it is knowing how
To keep the heart in cheer.
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The Sailor's Song
We are together again my precious lady
How wonderful to lie in your embrace
To feel what is your pulsing motion
Letting me feel my pulsing race.
How right it is for me to be here
Away from other lover's lies
As I let you rock me gently
While I lay 'neith starry skies.
And oh, the warmth of your soft whisper
Touching skin and blowing hair
Tells me I'm where I belong
And you are glad I'm there.
Yes dear lady we are together
Just as in the days of yore
As you ever gently guide me
And my sturdy ship to shore.
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No sad poems tonight
I refuse to let them breath
For there's too many woven
Through this stupid wreath.
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Old men have no power left
To pursue the young man's dream
And the young are quite bereft
To advance the old man's scream.
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A Bit Of Nonsense
I pulled
A canned soda
From the fridge,
Opened it
And took a drink.
The pull tab
(PULL TAB .... HMMMM!)
Pulled a mustache hair
From me.
Hey, loved the idea of being less a man or less a mule. I think that's a good way to describe a mature person. Thanks for sharing many other good thoughts, as well.
I love all of these and cannot believe you did all of them in one night! Very impressive!!! You get richer in your writing with each new one you write. The first two remind me of the language of the classic poets. The Sailor's Song is so romantic and beautiful in its language...a wonderful rythym throughout. You always have such insights and wisdom imbedded within your poems. And of course you are very good at the lighthearted verse as well. It's always a pleasure to see what you will write of next. Excellent writing, my friend!
I stand in awe of some of the things you write. I LOVE THIS SITE!! Jason did ALL of us a favor when he created a place for poets to meet and compare and read. I love what you did on Feb. 6th. Especially the one about no sad poetry tonight.
Thanks,
Jessica