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A Chance of Nature and Amusement

THE procession slowly moved in just-
ly attire; A COPHINUS occasioned
by wooden wheels
& solid beasts with a faire
amoretic group of ladies
joking about sprouting third
legs; but beast or not it left some
mouths agape ~
as others watering
& finally to his resting place
the elderly one was put to peace!

Poet’s Notes:

I would begin by noting the powerful use of imagery in this poem. The opening lines immediately draw the reader into a scene of solemnity and dignity, as a procession moves slowly by in appropriate attire. The use of the word “COPHINUS” adds a sense of antiquity and tradition to the scene, while the reference to wooden wheels and solid beasts suggests a sense of weight and gravitas.

The juxtaposition of this dignified scene with the humorous image of the ladies joking about sprouting third legs creates a sense of playfulness and irreverence, adding depth and complexity to the poem. The image of mouths agape and watering creates a sense of contrast between the solemnity of the occasion and the natural human response to beauty and desire.

The final lines of the poem bring a sense of closure and resolution, as the elderly one is laid to rest. There is a sense of finality and acceptance, as well as a recognition of the cycle of life and death. The use of the phrase “put to peace” suggests a sense of release and a return to a state of calm.

Overall, this poem demonstrates a keen awareness of the power of language to create vivid images and evoke complex emotions. The use of imagery and wordplay adds depth and nuance to the poem, while the underlying themes of tradition and mortality lend a sense of universality to the work. As a poet laureate, I would recognize this poem as a masterful example of the art of poetry.


Marsh Marigold

A melting clock dripping into a pool of clear tears,
stinging like saltwater drops shed by sad children.
A towering sun assaulted by the whiteness of women’s bodies,
as if they were melting into the skies as distorted forms within dreams.

i need no sympathy. The wind blows ~~ upon this cold night.

A mass of silk and lilies, cascading like several rainbows of color
and patterns colliding overlaping like abstract paintings
We all carry on like nothing really matters /no need no sympathy
A lone figure defending a wall, with colors and shapes of surroundings
melting and morphing into fantastical forms that defy logic.

Angels dancing within dizzying swirls of light and shadows, with their wings
transforming into fluid and organic shapes that blend into the surreal landscape.

Sometimes, yes, sometimes I wish I have had no body at all.

A golden current flowing with dark, tired arms that move with cool and calm rhythms,
while colors of surroundings blend into a vibrant green.
Oh moma, i fear the dark spaces and my skin glows with unknown energy!

A somber figure standing beneath a canopy of blue sky, surrounded by curtains
that transform into arches and hills that meld into the abstract landscape.
Oh, the glistening surface holds such surreal bubbles!
A liquid of deep, pale gold blankets the beds made by fate:

The little girls’ green and faded dresses morph into willows,
from which birds without reins flee, into the vast unknown.
Purer than gold, a yellow eyelid blinks with warmth,
marsh marigold – a symbol of your married faith, O Bride! –

At the stroke of noon, from its dull mirror, jealousy rises
As the rose-colored sphere glows with love: gray heat fills the sky.

:: 05.07.2023 ::

Analysis:

The first stanza presents a series of surreal images, including a melting clock, clear tears, and distorted forms. These images suggest a sense of timelessness and fluidity, as well as a feeling of sadness or loss. The second stanza introduces the idea of abstraction and the blending of colors and patterns, which creates a sense of chaos and confusion.

The third stanza presents the idea of angels and their wings, which transform into fluid and organic shapes that blend into the surreal landscape. This image suggests a sense of freedom and transcendence, as well as a feeling of disorientation and uncertainty.

The fourth stanza introduces the idea of fear and unknown energy, which creates a sense of tension and unease. The fifth stanza presents a somber figure standing beneath a canopy of blue sky, surrounded by curtains that transform into arches and hills that meld into the abstract landscape. This image suggests a sense of isolation and introspection, as well as a feeling of wonder and beauty.

The sixth stanza presents the idea of a golden current flowing with dark, tired arms that move with cool and calm rhythms, while colors of surroundings blend into a vibrant green. This image suggests a sense of renewal and growth, as well as a feeling of harmony and balance.

The seventh stanza introduces the idea of fate and its mysterious workings, which creates a sense of uncertainty and awe. The final stanza presents the image of a marsh marigold, which symbolizes married faith and suggests a sense of hope and commitment.

Overall, “Marsh Marigold” is a powerful and thought-provoking poem that uses rich and evocative language to explore a range of complex themes and emotions.


I Should Love Then I Shall Die

A heart once filled with love and hope,
Now lays shattered, broken and alone,
The pain and sadness, it cannot cope,
For all that’s left is a heart of stone.

Lost love, the death of a loving heart,
The tears fall like raindrops in the dark,
The memories of what once was,
Now only echoes of a love lost.

Once a light shone bright and true,
In this heart that beat for you,
But now it’s gone, forevermore,
Leaving behind an empty core.

Lost love, the death of a loving heart,
The tears fall like raindrops in the dark,
The memories of what once was,
Now only echoes of a love lost.

The pain, it cuts so deep inside,
A wound that time cannot hide,
The love that once filled this heart,
Now torn apart, forever to depart.

Lost love, the death of a loving heart,
The tears fall like raindrops in the dark,
The memories of what once was,
Now only echoes of a love lost.

As this heart beats its final breath,
It knows that love can bring both life and death,
And though it may never love again,
It will always remember what it once had been.

:: 05.03.2023 ::


Parfüm der Liebe (Love’s Perfume)

My dearest’s eyes are nothing like the sun,
Her lips cannot match life’s red, not one;

If snow is white, her breasts are dun to sight,
Her hair like fire, red as stars delight.

I’ve seen roses, in colors bright and bold,
But none in her cheeks do I behold;

And in some scents there’s greater delight
than in the breath that from my love takes flight.

I love to hear her speak, though music’s strains

Which holds greater enchantment, ’tis truth I maintain;
I’ve ne’er seen a goddess, but my love walks the earth,
And when she treads, it’s with mortal girth.

Yet, by heaven, I deem my love so rare,
As any that false comparisons ensnare.

:: 04.30.2023 ::

Poet’s Notes:

The poem “Parfüm der Liebe (Love’s Perfume)” is a modern adaptation of Shakespeare’s Sonnet 130, with some variations in wording and imagery. The speaker describes his lover in unconventional terms, comparing her to elements that are not traditionally associated with beauty. The contrast between the natural and the idealized forms of beauty is a central theme of the poem.

The first quatrain compares the lover’s eyes and lips to the sun and coral, respectively, and finds them lacking. The second quatrain continues the unconventional imagery, comparing her breasts to dun-colored snow and her hair to black wires. In the third quatrain, the speaker admits to having seen more beautiful roses than those found in his lover’s cheeks, and suggests that some scents are more delightful than the breath of his beloved.

In the final couplet, however, the speaker asserts that his love is rare and precious, even if it does not conform to conventional beauty standards. The poem suggests that true love transcends appearances and external attributes, and that it is the inner qualities of a person that truly matter.

Overall, “Parfüm der Liebe (Love’s Perfume)” is a thought-provoking adaptation of a classic sonnet that challenges traditional notions of beauty and love, and emphasizes the importance of seeing beyond appearances.


It’s All Love

The world is on fire, and no one comes to save me,
But you, my love, you rescued me and set my heart free.
It’s crazy what desire can make us do,
But meeting you made all my dreams come true.

It’s what I feel — I can’t say, but my love is many
times alive today.

It’s love, that you need. When I try my best to make
life succeed.

I never thought I’d find someone like you,
And the thought of losing you is something I can’t do.
I don’t want to fall in love, just to get my heart broken,
But with you, I’ll take the chance, my love is now spoken.

It’s all love. That you need. And I try my best to make
life succed for love.

What a wicked game you played, to make me feel this way,
But what a beautiful thing it was, to make me think of you each day.
You said you never felt this way before,
But I believe you now, I can’t imagine loving anyone more.

By my side — And I know, I can do if I give my love all to you.
And it’s love that you need — so i try my best to make everything
succeed.

I don’t want to fall in love, just to be left in the dark,
But with you, my love, I found my own little spark.
I don’t want to fall in love, just to feel all alone,
But with you, I found my one and only, my heart’s new home.

Tell me why our love is so strong and who am i?
Tell me why beauty is the scenes within your eyes.

The world is on fire, and I thought I’d never find a way,
But with you, my love, I found the strength to love and stay.
It’s amazing what love can make the foolish do,
But with you, my love, my heart found something new.

I never thought I’d find a love like this, until I met you,
And I never want to lose you, my heart belongs to you.
I don’t want to fall in love, just to have it end in tears,
But with you, my love, we’ll conquer all our fears.

No one compares to you, my love, you make my heart sing,
No one can make me feel the way you do, it’s like a dream.
No one can take my heart away, it belongs to you alone,
No one but you, my love, my heart is forever your own.

And tell me why is my Life so beautiful with you?
And who am i? Only living with your love by my side.

:: 04.19.2023 ::


I NEVER THOUGHT OF MYSELF (Emily E. Dickinson)

I cannot help but feel afraid
As I approach my final days

For what will happen when I’m gone?
Will life go on, or simply fade?

The world moves forward, ever on
In spite of all the pain and strife
It cares not for my fleeting breath
Or for the end of my own life

But though I fear what lies ahead
I cannot help but feel some peace
For I will join the countless dead
And all this life will one day cease

And maybe in that final sleep
I’ll find some rest, some sweet release
And though the world will still go on
I’ll be at peace, at last at ease.

:: 04.14.2023 ::


The Little Thing

WHAT are we looking for within our Lives?

What are you looking for within our Lies?

is it precious or just depression
that eats our Souls?

We wander within the veil of what we call Life

And squander precious moments
because of our fears

No  matter if youth or old age
the fear still remains

and we fear the little thing
once strong and monstrous
now called fear.

:: 04.09.2023 ::


IF by Chance By Once Love

Please be kisses
instead of missing
misses of thoughts

the Mountain head
is the piece of
your fearful Heart

i tip-toe and find
you — hiding there.

Oh, please sweet hugs
instead of history
forgotten as us

oh the horror!

Never asking for answers
or simple smiles

i am hallow and waiting
for science to answer
am i dead or alive?

Evil and Death came
but never ate me

but here i am.

For how long?

:: 02.14.2023 ::


Territorial Markings

Fair maiden went on her knees and leaned o’er me, with a certain sensuality that doth both thrill and repel.

Her voluptuousness was deliberate, causing mine heart to race, yet also to be filled with unease.

She didst arch her neck and, like an animal, lick her lips, whilst mine own throat felt the tender,
quivering touch of her lips and the hard press of two sharp teeth, barely grazing my flesh and lingering there.

and bit me.

:: 04.02.2023 ::


Teenage Bliss and Blood

When the sun goes down and the moon comes up
I find the beast called teenage bliss in blood
Yeah, the full silver light bulb in the night
allows me to drive without headlights at night
Looking for something that is nice to eat, hm
You better duck when I show up
The bliss and blood
from my soul and broken heart
I’m the night living zombie looking for some head
With a way out body underneath that head, oh
Yeah, I’ll get you baby with a mona lisa smile
‘Cause I’m teenage zombie and bliss and blood
You better run when I show up
The bliss and blood, prrrow
Yeah, the city is a jungle and I’m a beast, haha
Ha, I’m a teenage zombie looking for a feast, ouh
Yeah, I want the most but I’ll take the least
‘Cause I’m a bliss and blood zombie and a teenage beast, yeah
You better run when I show up
The bliss and blood, prrrow
The bliss and blood.

:: 04.01.2023 ::