Tag: long form

• 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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