Will you gambol along with me?Frolic with glee galore. Playfully romp across the fields of freedom.Frisk about with no thought of embarrassment,No blushes of shame,Cavorting with your lover,Liberated by eager spirits of joy. Will you? I am here and we...
love poem
Ere Darkness Comes
"My attempt at a villanelle. See Dylan Thomas' Do not go gentle into that good night."
Ere darkness comes to end this fervid quest, And night subdues until the gleaming dies,Walk onward down the path toward gentle rest.A seeking youth, you strive to leave the nest;To dance with vigor, winning every prize,Ere darkness comes to end this...
In quiet contemplationFinding the wisdom to finally rejoice,Oh my soul.Admitting the waste,Reviving the love that never left,Responding with celebrationWhen hearing of the happinessOffered.Once shared, Simple satisfaction and delight,It was right,But foolishly allowed to melt away.Once said it lives,Exists deep inside,Oh my...
Together,over the years,half a lifetime,half a life,our life, together.She was first among equals,the best woman,the answerto allI had dreamed of in my time.The sparkling gem set in the gold settingof womanhood.A work of feminine artand of the incarnationof kindliness,a kindred spirit,in one...
I move within the light and shade, Drawn deep within the dark displayed Within words wild, unharnessed, penned By the low bell. And we to the dream descend Like lovers, dark and formless, who ever need The sudden kiss of...
My trousers rolled up to my calves,the foamy surf is surging out.Ice plants are blooming,covering the sandy beachabove the tide line.Salty water is cold,but the golden orb light warms my face,so I feel happy,for awhile.Forgetting,as my feetleaveimpressionsfilling with dappled, seeping water.Away...
We Frolicked Through Times Most Euphoric
"A poetic form of six stanzas with six lines and a final triplet."
As we frolicked through times most euphoric With true love and enduring ebullience,We both viewed sentiments quite fallaciousWhen we saw they were so meretricious.We continued life's dance with a passionAvoiding all arguments spurious.Was it hope that we saw as spurious,Losing all...
It was a deliverance, A redemption,And she was liberatedAt last, At long last,From servitude to the god of despondency.Her eyes,It was her eyes that he acceptedAs a mirror of her soulAnd accepted the difficultBut charitableChore of responsibilityFor a soulAlmostLostIn the dark shadows...
Shall I desist and let it go,or should I beg on bended kneeto be forgiven.For what, I ask it over and over again,and still no answer comes,none makes sense.Hard to comprehend,hard to decide,knowing I have done nothing,and yet,I did somethingelse...