Rhyme and Meter

My poetry, written in late 2010, 2011, and early 2012. These are in no particular order, and many of my early works reflect my at the time developing skill.

Goodbye my friend, it’s tough to go.

3 Months go by, the seasons flow,
And as the hours pass, I know
You’ll count each second patiently…
I already miss your grip on me.

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It’s as if the sky were a screen
The sun a perfect hole which light shines through,
The ambient dust piercing the thinning veil,
And the clods a temporary shield as night approaches…

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You can share a pair of shoes
You can share a white old hen
You can share some midnight booze
You can share your favorite pen

Oh, the joy of sharing stuff
Makes us owners one and all
Share those weights, they’ll make you buff
Share that rifle, serve the call

You can share a shining fork
You can share ideals and thoughts
You can share a plate of pork
You can share a can of Mott’s

But where’s the bliss in all this?
(Well) You have to share a kiss.

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A seven-sixty two lies somewhere cold
Away from heated violence and war
Its lethal point sits patient, stuck on hold
The primer paces like a fiending whore
The fight begins, an ambush from the flanks
So ends the unity of bullet and brass
They rip and flay like crudely sharpened shanks
With fine finesse they pass through bloody mass
The uneasy price of life, so you are free
Although these selfless men face certain death
They hold together, their fear begins to flee
And in their valor comes a final breath
                Yet some at home have pitied themselves today
                They choose to pay the price the selfish pay

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“December 19”

Upon a table stands a crystal vase
Inside rest stems cut freshly new
No leaves hang down, they never grew
Atop sits scarlet, thick, not few
Your eyes may see a perfect hue
But they are weeds compared to you

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Meandering the darkened forest floor
(Despite the shining smiles of sweetened lights,
Exhausted on the luscious treetop moor)
And drowned by souls ablaze that itch to bite
An inner image passes word in mime
And through the fog it manages to say:
“To catch a somber ride with patient time
Will take the shadowed to a place away.”

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Let’s take a tranquil walk around the block
And crunch through rosy golden leaves
As chipmunks run to put their nuts on lock
We’ll laugh, they think us to be acorn thieves!
Our stepping journey winds without a care
The amber treeline dances with the frigid breeze
So near we draw, until our warmth we share
Together, it’s just not possible to freeze
But when it’s time to head toward home tonight,
When dancing stars dilute the blackened sky
And this day’s acorns buried into blight…
When dissolved is our clean euphoric high…
                Let’s venture on and test an unknown myth:
                “The sidewalk ends,” so who will you be with?

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Made blind by love’s full execution hood…
To lift the darkened veil and peer around,
Or let true love guide always, as it should?
…And sternly asked to leap a fateful bound.
An avid eye reveals a blackened pit
The ground gives way, and so begins the plunge
And too does fall a lover’s amulet
From whom it came, a rearward lunge
But blind a willing jump into the gap
Now falling in delightful ignorance
Not much unlike a posted watch on nap
Yet so remains the lover’s sustenance
                Preemptive thought and problem’s solved
                It’s better not to get involved.

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I stand and freeze alone tonight in dark
Outside my foggy breath (the cold opaque
Obstructer of my view) is winter’s mark
Yet the stars to me do tell (what they speak)
“Find warmth in thy true lover’s eye’s this eve”
But how could stars fore see my hopeful fate?
Their logic seemed plain to much to upheave
Without relent does blow what I’m to hate
But here she comes (oh how I may rejoice)
Bright eyes of spring (they burn sweet love as fuel)
Now so close, what joy emits her voice
And so the night has brought a wondrous jewel
                In her eyes I warm myself so happily
                I could not stand to see her far from me.

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Perched in the tree
Bird sings to me
Its life free of disdain
At the cost of a brain

Scurry, the insect scatters
With a step it’d be in tatters
Simple minded, free of worry
Its quest nothing but to bury

And the tree,
It gives shelter free
To all willing
To inhabit its filling

And how indifferent
Is the sun, inherent
Of its task to light
Else we face blight

If only these things
Knew of human flings
Oh how they’d pray
Their animation stay

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Below the pile of the tide of time
Where pressure builds and relentlessly lies
Am I who bears the burden of the grime
And beg the pack’d earth to minimize
Although reward reaps from such slavery
The toil day to day I cannot bear
Event of failure comes sure mockery
No apathy, I could not fail to care
Despite the pressures daily have applied
A savior have I found among the mass
The music for which I once strongly vied
Now lifts the spirit, turns the hourglass
                I view the pressures of the world afar
                For all is fie and well at home on the guitar

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“Written on the back of some physics homework”

Last night I went for a run
Short distance of twice a mile
Though others might pray to be done
I could still go for a while
Simply cause running is fun

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A forest never lights itself ablaze
Just drop a match and watch the golden flame
Engulf the barren wasteland, twisted maze
Of death. And watch the flame destroy and maim
The country side. And watch it clear the old
For new. Before the golden flame is through
Alas, here forms the clouds, though not so bold
Small time, the colder and darker they’ll start to brew
And now it rains, so gone’s the golden flame
The last remains are only smold’ring  embers
But so returns a long gone group, no shame
For they will wait for green, not ashen chambers
                Returned has life to this once barren land
                It seems this place was dealt a mixed hand

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“Gold” (My personal favorite… glad I found this one stuffed away in my closet.)

When all the youth is drained from withered souls
Reflect upon days old, antique and cold
Remorse for all the deeds still left with holes
But satisfied with tasks done up so bold
The issues of the day left in the dark
To recollect regrets of all days past
And fail to live without a question mark
But somewhere lies support, a sturdy mast
For all the time you breathe this concrete air
There must be reason, perhaps conscious not
To push on time again, it feels not fair
For all these cursed holes fill thought with fraught
                But look to past with optimism’s eyes
                And light will fill the room before goodbyes

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Relentless guts from nature's chilly bowel
Leaves all in wake with frozen ears and nose
So cold today, too cold for local fowl
That dew lies where the desert flora grows
And in the barren void of bird's sweet trill
The wispers of the wind have filled the hold
But at the price of even colder still
And wake of wind does kill the last of coal.
No desert shed of colored leaves about
No snow to shove, nor freezeing ice to melt
And what's to cause one selfish pout?
Just ask for life where ancestors once dwelt!
              So in the break of winter's daily dawn
              Rejoice in glory of happy, joyous fawn

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