A Bit of Poetry

A Bit of Poetry

I've been writing my entire life, but have only attempted novels until recently. Before that, I was all about poetry and prose. Here are a few of my favorites from over the years. Of course, I own the copyright to all of these, so no pilfering! :)

Words float and flutter
through the ebony soft plains,
and each time they are lent to my hand
to hold them captive,
I am awed.

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After Goodbye

I do not know what I have done
to make you behave in this horrible way,
but this is the end, the song has been sung.

and I am left standing alone with the one
thing you have given me; that is this pain.
I do not know what I have done.

All of this time I thought I had won
your love, and so love was the song that I sang.
But this is the end, the song has been sung.

Now I know love is lasting for none.
I'd wish it back, but what could I say?
I do not know. What I have done

must be a disaster, if ever was one,
for you gave no reason for going away
but, "This is the end". The song has been sung,

the curtains are drawn, the audience all gone;
and still here I stand, and forever may stay,
I do not know. What have I done?

But this is the end. The song has been sung. 

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Breathing

I never breathed before you.
I don't know how I survived.
Cold and empty, sleeping in a complacent cocoon.
Until I heard you whispering in my ear,
soft crackling embers in my head.
Until I felt you, burning beneath my flesh.
A raging fire awakening me.
I opened my eyes and took a breath.
A deep breath that filled every part of me, engulfed me in flames,
set me in motion. Like a wild and furious dance, your heartbeat drums
through my veins, pushing me on, giving me flight.
I never breathed before you, and now I can't stop.
Breath after breath, sighs and gasps,
finally alive.

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DUET

Inamorata - the plea

Come to me in the darkness
Hold my hand as I sleep
Watch me from a distance
When I lie awake and weep

Caress me while I slumber
Seduce me at your whim
Sing to me your sultry songs
Of the wickedness in men

Lead me to your nightmare
Pledge to me your love
Wrap your evil gentleness
Around me like a glove

Beg for my devotion
And lead me to my grave
You... my midnight lover
Me... your reverent slave

The Beast - the reply

I am night.
I am darkness and shadow and whisper.

I roam the black sleeping-sun wonderlands
wretched with pain, tormented by hunger.
I walk the alleys in search of food
to satisfy my craving.

My kiss brings secrets of the grave,
and my touch, the icy cold of beyond.

In my eyes you find desire.
As you search my face, entranced by my haunting beauty,
you are already mine.

You surrender to me your most precious gift,
your life for my eternity.
As your blood runs from my lips,
your illusions drain away, and you know;

I am not myth and mystery,
dark sensuality or enchantment.

I am death.
And you are my feast.

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Pantoum (to get it right)

It's completely out of hand,
this stange pattern we keep following.
Round and round we go again,
when one turns away, the other comes calling.

This strange pattern we keep following,
at the start, was not our intention.
When one turns away, the other comes calling,
but never the problem do we mention.

At the start, was not our intention
to walk together and speak true?
But never the problem do we mention,
so fix it, we never do.

To walk together and speak true,
is breakin the cycle and beginning again,
so fix it!  We never do
what is right for us in the end.

Is breaking the cycle and beginning again
putting an end to these illusions?
What is right for us in the end?
Clear up all of the confusion.

Putting an end to these illusions,
this is the way that it should be.
Clear up all of the confusion;
me chasing you, you chasing me.

Is this the way that it should be?
Round and round we go again;
me chasing you, you chasing me,
it's completely out of hand!

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Rainsong

Sometimes when it's raining and cold outside,
on the days when the world seems cruel and wild,
your touch brings me warmth and my fears subside.
You listen and smile while I, like a child,
stretch out on the couch, tell stories and sing,
on the days when the world seems cruel and wild.
We cuddle up close, share secretive things
of lovers, family and friends. Then you
stretched out on the couch, tell stories and sing.
We talk for hours about lives old and new,
things frozen in time inside memories
of lovers, family and friends, and you.
You turn the lonely rain and the cold breeze
into a song. We now sit creating
things frozen in time inside memories.
When all is done, I'll find myself breaking
into the song we now sit creating.
Sometimes when it's raining and cold outside,
your touch brings me warmth and my fears subside.