Perfidy

November 18, 2009

Some of the poems I’ve been writing in-between work.  Just general musings on life, I guess, so don’t expect anything profound.

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Five Daughters there were
enough space for a quartet;
quiet sacrifice.

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A sudden rainfall
moisture on the firmament
So ephemeral.

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Knowledge or pleasure
The sand flows through my fingers
–Indecisiveness.

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Melancholy clouds
the Sun in self-seclusion
flowers bow their heads.

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Haste and confusion
Vithar’s wisdom yet ungained
longed-for clarity.

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Weary do I feel
Hastily is knowledge scribed
anxious Daybreak.

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Brow furrowed in thought
tomes longing for attention:
Catharsis ignored.

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Sunrays past noontime
Bedroom partly in shadow
wry Indecision.

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Disguised Pilgrimage
to Byzantium’s ancient shore–
poet’s ecstacy.

* * *

Hypnos on errand;
A soul passed over in haste
a restive twilight.

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A mind awakened
A vessel wrought of Earth’s clay
Bathala’s laughter.

* * *

The minutes whisper,
Idyllic the hours observe
Man’s wasted fervor.

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Anticipated
A young scribe’s fated ordeal
expected Hardship.

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Lonely solitude
My constant companion
My worthless fortune.

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This Hypocricy–
Friends only in name not Act
smothering stillness.

 

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Poe-try must be beautiful!
is what the old sage claimed
But what beauty can be wrought
in heart that never pined?

Poe-try MUST be beautiful!
But what beauty can be gained
from eyes never witnessed
from skin still left uncaressed
by one with Beauty true?

Homely my verse will remain
then ’til the day arrives
when my Heart sees true Beauty
and my Soul set a-fire!