Category: Poems

• For an Ex

  What simple joy to reminisce
  And think of fleeted flings. 
  Of those moments blissful shared
  And meals we dined like kings. 
  Those silly fights of logic bouts
  That were but all for naught. 
  That cruel look in your eye
  That made me glad we fought. 
  The joy of dating one as you
  Is the pain it can beget:
  For even though I scant recall, 
  Your fury I’ll not forget.
  

  adult, poems

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• Fromagany

  The smell of cheese, with simplest ease, is tempting beyond compare,
  But saddest fate, a lactose hate, my body would never dare.
  And so good gals, my dearest pals, indulged in their delight
  Of cheesey bread, melted instead, gooey in every bite. 
  
  Tragic, I say, my body may not feast on best of food:
  Sad, I know, my genes did grow an anti-lactose brood.
  And so they jest, like all the rest, on things I cannot eat, 
  But in good fun, it’s tragic none, for I have my own treat.
  
  Its flavour faint, with no complaint, its taste is what I’m after,
  That of the sense, at my expense, of humour and of laughter. 
  No cheese will my body comply, but dine on thus for me,
  On friendly pokes from silly jokes in their good company.  

  food, friends, poems

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• The Groom’s Vow

  As songs rest on piano keys, 
  And players withdrew their hands,
  A hush found waltz about the breeze;
  Silence danced among the bands. 
  As awe found mouths to widen eyes, 
  Blink took leave for glimpse to catch
  Magic’s sight under azure skies, 
  Summer welcomed the two to match.  
  
  Procession passed, the two stood still, 
  In ceremony of their vows, 
  With words to share from hearts distill
  And a deeper love to rouse. 
  He to her, in a marvelled gaze, 
  Strolled down paths of his affections, 
  His mind, to her, a shrining maze
  Filled with loving recollections.
  In memories, he found a fair
  Of the most perfect things to say, 
  Of reasons for, to her, to swear
  His love forever on this day. 
  And when time came for him to speak,
  He chanced a phrase and broke the lull, 
  “From day by day, to week by week, 
  I spent them all on words to mull” 
  
  “Seeking words, a place to begin, 
  Had me puzzled for countless hours
  For she’s no short of art within, 
  And her beauty’s that of powers.
  For to mention her smile’s glisten, 
  I must compare it to sun’s glow, 
  And to ear, her voice to listen, 
  Does swoon me with melodic flow.
  Her dimpled grins, of beaming smirks, 
  She’s the many without a blush. 
  To find in beauty any quirks; 
  I think she tempts her hair with brush?
  What flawless gem in gilded wing
  Could match the beauty of this jewel?
  I would she wore a mirrored ring
  To see herself as sees this fool. 
  Her cheeks arose, her olive skin, 
  Sepia’d locks, and golden hair, 
  Her tickled nose and rounded chin, 
  Are features found in love to stare.
  I’ve pined for her for days on end, 
  Wishing so much to see her face, 
  Then closed my eyes in late night’s mend, 
  And have her in my arm’s embrace. 
  To have her now, I want her more,
  A want to grow as time goes on,
  If not at least to hear her snore, 
  Then to hold her until the dawn. 

  eternity, love, poem, vow

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• Abyss

  When all is lost, when you’re hopeless, amid despair and dread, you’re in the abyss
  
  How rather acute our tears when they’ve their mark found.
  After creeping cross my cheek, how they storm the ground. 
  Soldiers in my warring heart deployed in remiss,
  Doomed to march ablind in the depths of the abyss. 
  Were tears not better shed for cause of more concern?
  For they fall amid a darkness I cannot discern. 
  
  Oh lightless path, journey lost, Despair: my dearest friends, 
  Where are we now if not in a means without an ends?
  Silent, are you? All watching me tear myself apart.
  You’ve no answers to ease the dread of my hopeless heart?
  I hear the cries of my tears as they hit the floor,
  A bleak sound of bleak company in a very bleak war. 
  
  So tell me now, speechless friends, is there any hope at all?
  A light, a tunnel, a smile; at the end of endless bawl?
  Or more tears, more tears, for I’ve lives many to dispose,
  And what of need of light or joy? No, I’ve not need of those.
  For what of need of hope at all when you’re dismayed as I?
  Dismayed so that I could laugh if not t’were that I cry.
  
  This is no war, just abyss, but I’m fooled all the same.
  These tears are not despair, that’s just where I place the blame.
  A path can only be dark if I put out the light,
  A war is only lost if I give up the fight. 
  My tears are not thrown away unto a lonely fate.
  There is hope, at very least, that dark will soon abate.
  And if not, for darkness sake, in the abyss I’ll fall,
  Damned by my own darkness, and so, damn it all. 

  depression, despair, poem

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• A Toast – For Friends

  What force is this, to deserve a toast, 
  That has gone and made us friends?
  Or what feeling is it that we host,
  That has no concealèd ends.
  
  A toast, to this, a great sensation, 
  That has rendered us good fools. 
  Close friends are we, as anyone can see, 
  That, between us, knows no rules. 
  
  To those unknown, and friendly strangers,
  To stories of half-construct, 
  To back alleys, and hidden dangers, 
  And to those whose mouths were fucked
  
  To memories unforgettable, 
  To times of celebration, 
  To decisions most regrettable
  In our inebriation
  
  To teary grins, our ensemblèd sins, 
  To laughter we cannot stop. 
  To contests where nobody wins, 
  To partners we’d love to swap. 
  
  To our coffees at midday sun, 
  To toeing 8’s on the ground, 
  To a seemingly endless fun,
  To this friendship we have found.
  
  So to what force is this toast deserved, 
  That we cannot break free of?
  It is that force that sees friends preserved, 
  That force that we can call love.
  
  

  adult, poems, roast

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• Impatient

  So maybe I miss you a little, 
  That isn’t so much at all. 
  It’s just enough to make me watch
  The clock ticking on the wall. 
  
  If anything I’m distracted,
  By the clock’s dilly dally:
  Every minute that goes by, 
  It has only a second tallied
  
  But maybe I’m just excited, 
  And time is moving too slow. 
  I can barely wait these next few days, 
  And I wanted you to know. 

  love poem, poems

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• Fools in Isolation

  We are so adept at it all,
  So capable of the great many abilities we have abled,
  So wonderfully determined,
  So wondrously curious.
  
  We chance against the odds,
  Make light amid a dark that we know is abyssal,
  Make great strides in endeavour,
  Make more with less.
  
  We’re not opposed to clamour,
  Fighting in the name of a good that we feel in ourselves,
  Fighting for the downtrodden,
  Fighting against a wrong.
  
  We care, in and of caring,
  Should we feel compelled to better the heart,
  Should the need thereof arise,
  Should it matter.
  
  But, we’ve grown comfortable;
  Inconvenienced by a threat we don’t understand;
  Tired by the breaking of a routine that we dare not interrupt;
  Warring with any effort to save us, if not at least from ourselves.
  We were never once more bright.
  
  So close have we made each other to the world and we within it.
  So near are we to fighting against the eternity of stars.
  So warm are our dearest should they may.
  
       But, so late have days made patience end draw nigh,
       For we fools in isolation would rather convenience; die. 

  poems

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• In Fidelity to Wine

  Were there reason to be festive; throw,
  A party be inclined, 
  As one to wind, their caution; though
  Festive reason is to find
  Reason enough to indulge en masse,
  To party, and to dine,
  To drink care free of worlds to pass
  In fidelity to wine.
  
  Such are we, both women and men, 
  Both loyal to the grape. 
  Our purpose clear in flirt we lend: 
  From sobriety – escape.
  Lips grow loose in tender taste
  Of nectar of the vine,
  For endless drink bears time to waste
  In fidelity to wine.
  
  We company of indulgees
  Intend to never vex, 
  For pleasure’s plenty in whom take seize
  Of life, of love, of sex. 
  Seeking shared that whimsied bliss, 
  Upon all joy aligned.
  Seek not pain of vie en triste;
  Infidel is he to wine. 
  
  But since such bliss is ever fleeting, 
  And joy a fickle friend,
  We indulge in vice in hopes of meeting
  A bliss unto no end,
  As escape finds reason, free from time,
  A freedom we assign
  The pursuit of we to fest sublime
  In fidelity to wine.
  
  And so, may we drink to find warmth in this season.
  And so, may we drink to drink more for one reason:
  For though we may drink to bliss that we please in
  Our joy from the drink that flows with our ease in
               Fidelity to wine.

  celebration, long form, ode, poem, wine

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• For The One I See

  I wandered into a forest today, not knowing what I would find
  What I beheld at its very centre was my own heart entwined
  Betwixt mine own disbelief and between my utter fear
  At first I thought mine eyes to lie, for I saw unclear
  The forest was not my only host, for I sensed another
  Lurked at its depths, and yet all around, was this nature’s mother
  Whispers soft on the air, a voice that breathed my name
  But I knew not of this forest, nor of its mother’s game
  The wind caressed my cheek, and moved the hair from mine eyes
  It was warm to the touch; it was her in disguise
  The breeze flowed gently and ran her soothing fingers through my hair
  I gasped in bliss and closed my eyes as vanilla filled the air
  Sweet honey, lilac, and smells of jasmine overthrew my senses
  Drunk on perfumes of ecstasy I put down my hearts defences
  She felt my heart exposed to her, and began to drop her windy cloak
  From air to mist, I saw her form, then saw her body, from mist to smoke
  Clouded, my mind all was, for she was fully covered in new drape
  I strived to make out her image, for I saw only the faintest shape
  Thirsting to know her true look that was, from smoke, beyond
  She saw me parched, so led me to drink the water from a pond
  I cupped my hands, imbibed in trust, and at the pond I stared
  And suddenly, into her gaze, our eyes became as paired
  From water, rose she; eyes focused, she looked uponeth me
  Stunned, I watched; was though she rose a maiden from the sea
  Her green eyes saw mine eyes ablue, as we saw eye to eye
  As though the forest, with her sweet smile, looks upon the sky
  But sky, as blue as these eyes, squinted to see the maiden none
  I closed my eyes against a light, shining as bright as the sun
  The light dimmed enough so that I could see a gleaming glare
  The light from whence mine eyes retreated had done so into her hair
  Golden curls ablaze, the forest palace lit up in rejoice
  Silence fell on treetops listening to hear her peaceful voice
  A rouge lined her thin lips, and formed a subtle grin
  And in an instant my heart seized and wrenched deep within
  Emotion coursed through my veins, passion’s fury arage
  She was a Paige to my desire, yet of my zeal she was sage
   Of foggy eyes my mind was lifted, for I beheld the dawn
  Her beauty was all I wanted to see and look upon
  Who is she but woman, the mother of creation,
  Of wisdom, thought, feeling, and of grand elation
  She is insight into the heart, and insights in men a storm
  She is reason to give up logic and let emotion be the norm
  She is fiery in her wrath, but is unfair: never
  She can live a short life, or choose to last forever
  She the teacher, and I the student, learning at my side
  Professing love and trust; in her my heart confides
  My fury cooled to a calm with the touch of her soft hand
  And delight stirred inside me, more than I could stand
  I did not deserve such grace of hers, for she is without flaw
  I am but a lowly poet who can only record what he saw
  I take solace in knowing she enlightens those who heed her
  And that in short time the world we know will most surely need her
  What a day it is to meet perfection, on this I often ponder
  To a forest, she gives me reason, to think and to wander
  I wandered into a forest today, and it was better than it often seems
  For I found the purest form of beauty: the perfect woman of my dreams

  long form, love poem, poems

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• A Week in a Day

  Sleepless nights lose track of time.
  To stay awake is too sublime.
  But what day is it, or has yet past, 
  Tis’ week’s first day, or its last?
  There are nights with morning’s long,
  Moons greeted by a robin’s song,
  Sunshined skies a murky blue,
  With stars asight, of deepest hue.
  Midnight’s hour is full of life,
  Yet midday’s noon with silence rife.
  Has tomorrow become today?
  Or do sleepless nights, mine eyes, betray?
  And has the present become the past?
  Or have sleepless hours that I’ve amassed
  Cursed my slumber to eternal wake,
  Until my fate: to sleepless break? 

  long form, love poem, poems

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