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Venusian Hearts

Afternoon, folks. Here I am at a burger restaurant listening to Muse and I’m thinking, “Well, golly gee, I haven’t posted a poem in a while.” So here’s a tribute to my new girlfriend who happens to be pretty awesome. I hope you can see just a little bit of why she makes me so happy. Without further ado…

Venusian Hearts

Untoward advance of the midnight sun

brings unfortunate end to evening fun,

but always there, some silver lining,

before my eyes a feast for dining.

Whitened stars

beset porcelain jars

astride feelings then

so far from mars.

Venusian hearts

pierced now and again

by Venusian darts

thrown now and then.

Tapered then,

by Aphroditic design,

is beauty spared

the stroke of a pen.

Yet here and now,

does candlelight bow,

and flicker,

and bicker,

and shedding evermore its wicker,

thus illuminating elegance ever quicker.

And under sheets of a bed

does red warmth lie

beside stones and pebbles

in a river you spied.

Billiards

Good morning! I’m seriously not dead, just busy. I’ve been working as a carpenter the last six months and it’s gotten to be pretty regularly exhausting. Hoping everyone is having fun and finding the time. And now, without further ado…

Billiards

In the shadow of the billiards table,

does a lone man sit

ruminating on that which he ought to commit.

He does rage, rage, rage

against the budding bacteriophage,

for its presence

and its essence

diffuse and effuse,

refusing to assuage

the undying of the night.

Forlorn and in scorn,

yet the man still protests

against the very idea that there is dark

and in his own light he finds

a strength so stark

he would weather the bite and shirk the bark.

Eons ago,

in lifetimes past,

perhaps such a thing would leave him aghast,

but now, not then,

and certainly not again,

does his reign begin

with the stroke of a pen.

Altogether stable,

and no longer a fable,

the man does sit

under the shadow of a billiards table.

In The Light of a Red Dwarf

Afternoon, all. I’ve got a little something for you today. I really hope you enjoy. Without further ado…

In The Light of a Red Dwarf

There is a beauty in the tragedy of it all,

like diamonds shorn from rough stone

and polished,

flawless, even. 

The man did walk,

ensheathed by his dark and mottled felt cloak,

across these fields of diamonds.

No use for them now.

And so he trudged along on no path at all,

the whispers from the stones and the cracked desert beneath his feet,

carrying with him no small burden

to a destination he did not know.

There is a distant mountain,

perhaps like the one before,

shone in the glory of one perpetual and orange dusk.

He would climb it,

and then climb another,

and another yet still,

for there is no path but the one he is on

with virtue as his guide.

Yours, Truly.

Howdy howdy. Back again with another poem. Everything I write means quite a bit to me and it means even more that you would read my words and enjoy them. I sincerely hope you enjoy this one. Tell me what you’d write if you had the words in the comments! Without further ado…

Yours, Truly.

Would it be that I could write something so beautiful,

I think it ought to shine,

to light like a thousand stars in a dark night sky,

to burn like a lamp so flush with oil

that you fear for the cedar posts 

that stand so tall at your sides.

I think it ought to be a thing.

Something you can touch and feel,

something real.

I think it ought to be yours,

and mine,

and everyone’s. 

Something special,

and unique,

yet ubiquitous and clean.

Would it be that I could write something so beautiful

as to set that vile loneliness ablaze

and make love in your heart

that I could sign with a pen.

Unseen

Afternoon, folks. It’s about time I posted something again. Been too long. I’ve got a sweet little one for you cause I’ve been busy out there living life. Hope y’all have a good read. Without further ado…

Unseen

Light again,

I saw. 

The end of the tunnel.

As the walls disappear before me,

falling,

cascading away,

I see now

that there is light all around.

I see now

that is has been long since I opened my eyes.

Being able then, to see.

What a wondrous change that is.

Leaves flutter all around

and sunshine begets

all those little critters

that trounce without a sound.

It is under that light, in that light, by that light

that I have seen.

A world that feels just a little more clean.

~

Oh, what a world I have seen.