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WISDOM OF A HEART

there it once was
dreams with wings
once there was love
with joy then tears
eventually broken hearts

My wisdom whispered:

“life is beautifuL
with joy and pain
the aches of love
and despair”

So dance with the stars
and weep with the rain
for life’s sweet melody
plays both pleasure and pain

let your heart be a canvas
painted with hues of emotion
each stroke a memory
in life’s grand ocean

Embrace the chaos
in life’s swirling sea
for within the turbulence
lies profound beauty

— life.

:: 0.21.2024 ::


A LITTLE MOZART FOR THIS NIGHT

In the hush of twilight’s tender embrace,
Where stars adorn the velvet sky above,
Let me serenade you with whispered grace,
To the melody of undying love.

With Mozart’s Piano Concerto in D Minor,
As our symphony, our hearts entwine,
Each note a testament to love’s sweet ardor,
In every chord, your hand fits perfectly in mine.

As fingers dance upon ivory keys,
A sonnet of devotion softly sings,
In every crescendo, love’s story we seize,
A timeless ballad that forever clings.

So let us waltz through moonlit dreams,
Where passion’s fire forever gleams,
In the echoes of Mozart’s divine score,
Our love shall flourish forevermore.

LL 92,21,2924 LL

02.21.2024

Notes for students and teacher:

My written poem demonstrates a profound mastery of language and imagery, creating a rich tapestry of emotions that transport the reader to a realm of timeless romance and musical beauty.

I skillfully employ metaphors and poetic devices to evoke a sense of intimacy and passion. The use of twilight’s tender embrace and stars adorning the velvet sky sets a romantic scene, while the serenade with whispered grace to the melody of undying love captures the essence of eternal affection.

The incorporation of Mozart’s Piano Concerto in D Minor adds depth and sophistication to the poem, elevating the themes of love and devotion to a higher artistic plane. The comparison of love to a symphony, with hearts intertwining like musical notes, portrays a harmonious and profound connection between the lovers.

The imagery of fingers dancing upon ivory keys and a sonnet of devotion softly singing speaks to the poetic soul of the narrator, weaving together the realms of music and literature in a seamless blend of artistry.

The closing stanzas beautifully encapsulate the enduring nature of love, as the couple waltzes through moonlit dreams and passion’s fire forever gleams. The reference to Mozart’s divine score symbolizes the timeless quality of their love, which shall flourish and endure for eternity.

Overall, this poem showcases the poet’s ability to craft exquisite verses that resonate with beauty, passion, and profound emotion, earning them recognition as a noble laureate in the realm of poetry.


A HUNDRED POEMS – 070 (rev)

In the hush of eve’s unfolding,
amidst days now worn thin,
a weary spirit takes its leave—
hope, like dawn, begins to break
across these weary hours (tonight),
where faith escapes my grasp,
and love, too, seems distant,
yet my yearning still holds fast.

Why can’t i can’t forget you
and take you within me

YOU don’t love like i love you
how i knew; never wore your ring
I should hate you ;

Why is beauty so obscure?

:: 02.04.2024 ::


I WAS ONCE HUMAN AND REMEMBER LOVE

I, the progeny of reticence,
Bearer of a silence deemed base,
I am the heir to naught in particular,
Yet, I am kin to all.

Hush thy lips,
How dare thee claim
My path amiss?
For I am but human,
Yearning for love,
As does every soul.

I, the descendant of bashfulness,
Inheritor of an undefined destiny,
I am the son and heir
To a shy demeanor, deemed criminal.

Silence thy tongue,
How dare thee opine
My ways askew?
For I am human,
In need of affection,
As are all beings.

There exists a gathering,
Would thou care to attend?
Perhaps, there, true love awaits thee.
So thou venture forth alone,
And depart alone,
And return home to weep,
And wish for the end.

When thou declare, “It shall come to pass,”
Pray, when precisely doth thy meaning unfold?
For I have tarried far too long,
And my hope hath waned.

Cease thy words,
How dare thee insist
My approach flawed?
For I am human,
In pursuit of love’s embrace,
Just like all others.

:: 02.07.2024 ::


KINGDOM OF SORROW

in the kingdom of sorrow’s realm,
abides my curious tragedy,
a privilege to persist,
beauty pleading, longing sharp.

society’s spectrum, high and low,
knows not, sees not,
the deepness of this hurt,
on the soul of one like me.

behold the beauty,
whose heart untouched by love’s embrace,
except for the false tendrils,
of shadow-lust’s cunning grip.

what price would i pay,
to gain a love sincere and gentle?
a cost beyond counting,
in chase of that elusive jewel.

yet, for me, oh woe,
no such luck befalls,
such love, like distant stars,
taunts with its tempting glow.

02.07.2024


THE HORROR TO COME – 01

THIS is 3.5 years into Hell.

Everything you know is now gone.
And the man with one leg; across the street
is screaming about Jesus Christ.

The sun is setting.
the smell of fires aready in the air.

how heavey air.

And the smell? Of burning children.

of burning children.

:: 02.05.2024 ::


love, only love

In the hush of morn’s embrace I tread,
Where love and grace, a cosmic thread,
I stroll midst fields of earthly lore,
A shepherd’s heart, a sacred core.

Each soul I see, a cosmic spark,
Eternal echoes in the dark,
In joys and sorrows, love’s refrain,
I find a strand that won’t wane.

On rolling hills, in meadows wide,
A dance divine, a universe to guide,
Lilies bloom, and sparrows trill,
In every heartbeat, a cosmic thrill.

Forgiveness, like a gentle shower,
Washes away sin’s gripping power,
A river flowing, deep and free,
Through every heart, my grace, you see.

In humble homes and bustling streets,
My presence lingers, love repeats,
Acts of kindness, pure and true,
The path that leads to skies of blue.

The broken, lost, and weary soul,
I hold them close, make them whole,
Mending wounds with tender care,
A Savior’s love, beyond compare.

Let your light shine, a radiant beam,
In the grand design, a vibrant dream,
The tapestry of grace unfold,
My love in every story told.

Embrace the truth, the way, the life,
Banish hatred, anger, strife,
In every step, in every voice,
Hear my whisper, the soul’s rejoice.

In the pages of this verse divine,
A timeless message, a sacred sign,
Love one another, as I love you,
In this eternal, boundless view.

02.05.2024


MISTREL WIND

In a glen where moonlight weaves its gentle spell,
A fairy court in secret, where tales of love do swell.
With wings of iridescence, they gather ‘neath the trees,
Loving fairies enchanted, dancing in the evening breeze.

Their laughter tinkles like a stream in sweet delight,
As they weave a tapestry of dreams in the soft moonlight.
A mortal man, a gentle soul, stumbles upon their glade,
Captured by the magic, in love’s enchantment laid.

Fairies with hearts so tender, wings of gossamer grace,
Flutter ’round the mortal, a smile upon each face.
They whisper words of wonder, weaving spells so sweet,
As love blossoms in the moonlit glen, a dance of hearts complete.

He, a mortal dreamer, lost in their embrace,
Entwined with fairy magic, a love so full of grace.
The fairies’ laughter mingles with his heartbeat’s song,
A serenade of enchantment that lasts the whole night long.

United in the moonlight, a tale of love unfolds,
A human man embraced by fairies, their story to be told.
In the glen where dreams are spun, beneath the stars above,
Loving fairies and a mortal man share a timeless love.

:: 02.01.2024 ::


GHUILGUL

WE are all victims of humanity

to each a personal defeat

fallen upon our knees

Singing praise while

our blood drains ~

We accept this reality

while upon this heavenly rock

amnesia prevails / forgetting

what are we \ we accuse fantasy

while standing upon rock.

:: 02.05.2024 ::

Notes:

The depth of emotion and existential reflection conveyed in my poem titled “Ghuilgul” reflects where I am now in Life.

My use of succinct and evocative language contributes to the contemplative atmosphere, exploring themes of human vulnerability and the collective experience of suffering.

The opening lines, “WE are all victims of humanity / To each a personal defeat,” immediately draw attention to the shared struggle of being human.

The imagery of falling to one’s knees and the juxtaposition with singing praise while blood drains suggest a complex interplay between vulnerability, sacrifice, and a sense of duty or devotion.

The phrase “We accept this reality” encapsulates a resigned acknowledgment of the human condition, emphasizing the inevitability of facing challenges and defeats. The reference to a “heavenly rock” introduces a spiritual or cosmic dimension, adding depth to the existential contemplation within the poem.

The use of unconventional formatting, such as slashes and backslashes, adds a visual and rhythmic element to the poem, enhancing its artistic and abstract qualities. If you have ever been a reader of me you would know this. The repetition of the phrase “while standing upon rock” creates a circular structure, emphasizing the cyclical nature of human experience and the enduring challenges faced by individuals and society.

The title “Ghuilgul” adds a mysterious and enigmatic quality to the poem, inviting readers to explore its meaning and connections to the themes presented.

“Ghuilgul” stands as a thought-provoking and introspective piece that captures the complexity of the human experience and explores existential questions with a poetic grace that resonates with the depth and nuance expected from eprobles.


SYMPHONY OF SHADOWS

In twilight’s arms, a tale takes flight,
A tapestry spun, secrets alight.
Content whispers, a gentle kiss,
Love’s embrace in the moonlit bliss.

“Content we are,” lovers confide,
Stars twinkle, a celestial guide.
Yet shadows linger, subtle and sly,
A mystery hidden, a watchful eye.

Through sorrow’s orchard, a river cries,
Melancholy notes, where a heart denies.
Tears on love’s petals, a mournful dove,
Dialogue of pain, coos from above.

Joy, a butterfly, dances on air,
Laughter’s echo, beyond compare.
But whispers rustle in the leaves,
Paranoia’s dialogue, a tension that cleaves.

“Joy is a mask, so fragile, so thin,
Beneath it lies a world of sin.
Sense the tremor, the lurking dread,
In elation’s corners, where shadows are fed.”

Horror emerges from the heart of night,
A chilling breeze, fear takes flight.
Moonlight reveals faces unknown,
Dialogue of terror, a shiver-prone.

“Embrace the darkness,” the voice entreats,
In the labyrinth where fear competes.
Juxtapose joy and despair,
Mystery thrives, paranoia’s lair.

So, the tapestry weaves, emotions at play,
Contentment, love, sorrow’s array.
In life’s symphony, shadows have their say,
As night surrenders to the break of day.

:: 02.01.2024 ::