Category: Poetry

I Spent My Chaos In Exchange

I spent my chaos in exchange

For empty space to sit and be.

My strange new place of respite gained,

I turned my thoughts away from me.

 

This moment still – a simple joy –

Allows my soul to find a stream

To think and trace with careful ploy,

How best to quench my thirst so deep.

 

When ‘round the bend my conscience plods

And finds there what I’d come to seek,

Then I perceive my own facade,

And from this cage I am set free.

 

07.25.19

Eclipse

The earth along its course

Divides the constant light;

Ne’er Sun nor moon can force

Their fulgence through the night.

 

Yet as the sun and moon

By fate are torn apart,

Together they are hewn

And each reveals its heart.

 

The sight of blood on high,

Is beauty made of grief;

An emblem in the sky

Of what you are to me.

 

For though the moon and sun

Are riven to the core,

And sundered one from one,

A beauty forms once more.

 

We watch the moon turn red,

A rose encased above,

The stars a diamond bed,

Beneath the sign of love.

 

01.28.19

My Mistake

I left school early for my break,

And gladly missed two days of class;

But I soon realized my mistake,

And now my grades will never pass.

 

If only I had stayed in town,

As every faithful student ought;

I’d have no cause to fret and frown,

I’d know exactly what’d been taught.

 

But no, instead I went my way,

And thought to have a load of fun.

I now regret that fateful day,

‘Cause now my fleeting joy is done.

 

Please listen to my saddened voice,

And take a warning from my choice.

 

11.27.18

Guide

Meetings, greetings, follow me,
Upward, downward, soon you’ll see
Worlds below with dark untouched;
Skies above, their laughter rushed.

Each of us must find a way,
Onward, backward, course to stay.
Some escape and lose their mind,
Others, peace, in journeys find.

Creature simple, complex soul,
Inward, outward, come up whole.
Search the paths you know so well,
Question, answer, ponder, dwell.

7.19.19

Parting

When parting ways as we must do,

My heart does break for leaving you.

As life flows on, and we are caught

In currents strong, I have the thought:

 

That though we seek to fight the tide,

Perhaps it’s best, the swell to ride.

It’s all in vain to force our way,

For fate will have the final say.

 

And though it seems that we are lost,

Forever parted, torn, and tossed,

There is a hope for you and me,

For fate to change, and peace to be.

 

02.23.18

Midsummer Night

Silence is kept

On midsummer night,

Now is the time

For goblins to fight.

 

Fairies march forth

To meet them in blood,

Stirring against

The underworld brood.

 

Deep in the wood

‘Twixt moonlight and branch,

Pixies and gnomes

Converge in their dance.

 

Over the roots,

Across the damp moss,

Dancing on twigs,

The imps whirl and toss.

 

Night slowly dims

The battle grows soft,

Each tiny thing,

Steals back to its loft.

 

07.22.19

Poem from December

I search among the shadows great,

But I am all too filled with hate

To see beyond the striking black.

This path of doom, this lonely fate,

Is filled with those of rot and wrack,

And with them now I take this track.

 

I only wish to see some light,

But finding none to left or right

I stumble on through slimy air.

So long ago I lost my fight

All thought or any shred of care

Has left me now, alone and bare. 

 

This pain I feel, the grief of loss,

Has caused my inner thoughts to toss,

And in my heaviness and shame

I realize that this weighty cross

Is greater than my weakened frame.

Someone else must take my blame.

 

12.14.18

Josh the Wosh in Class

Oh, Josh the Wosh sat there in class

and waited for the time to pass.

He shifted left and then looked right;

He wished for sleep and peace that night.

 

Yet as he sat and thought of school,

Of all the work and things to do,

Of all the time that they would take,

His poor heart there began to break.

 

Yes, Josh the Wosh sat there in class,

Filled with thoughts of force and mass,

And as the weight of school pushed down,

On his face there formed a frown.

 

The teacher thought this was quite bad,

He’d never seen a face so sad.

“Hey, Josh,” he said, “You’ll fail this course!

“You look just like a dying horse.”

 

So, Josh the Wosh sat there in class,

And pondered this amazing sass.

Yet since so tired was his brain,

He simply failed to see the aim.

 

Now, at this point, his brain was spent,

And into quiet sleep, it slipped.

And so the time did finally pass

As Josh the Wosh sat there in class.

 

02.21.18