Tag: poem

• 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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• 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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