Love Just Waits Wednesday, Aug 26 2009 

Contemporary Poems cristovau 5:37 pm

Love keeps her head out of the rain.
She don’t go out in no big storms.
Love knows the rain brings on more pain,
And she hates pain in all it’s forms.

Love wears a sad old loose gray blouse.
She keeps her good clothes all shut up.
Love is a frump in this gray house,
But she still has a half full cup.

Love does the things she knows to do.
She cleans and shines her broad white floor.
Love thinks on what she might have knew,
Or she sing out to ease a chore.

Love don’t know what’s been done to her.
She lies in bed too ‘fraid to sleep.
Love feels her life is just a blur,
While she’s the one who fell too deep.

Love waits in her cold wind full life.
She cooks the cause of her own woes.
Love waits to eat, then grabs a knife,
For she ain’t set to trim the rose.

 

Let us grow old before this passion ends Wednesday, Aug 26 2009 

Sonnet cristovau 5:32 pm

Let us grow old before this passion ends
So that our love be fixed in our ways
And firmer set by motion of the days
That coursing time disrupts and later mends.
So doth the linden rise toward clouds above
Fueled by the spark sown buried in the ground.
The passion in the seed is seen and found
In heart shaped leaves that spread to show their
To weather storms beyond this winter’s blasts
The fire fed and saved in measured time.
Thus, heat continues past the bright sparks prim
Though outward cooler, inward this blaze lasts.
Those lesser passions burn and never climb
Let our love spread, eternal and sublime.

 

The Touch of Fall Wednesday, Aug 26 2009 

Modern Sonnet cristovau 5:28 pm

In windy squalls that fill the lot I cross,
Upon my neck I feel the touch of Fall
Which stirs my blood past all I can recall
Since greater gains bring fear of greater loss.
The quiver fades some further down the road
As closer homeward I move ever on;
Further inward all my thoughts are drawn
To this precise point all choices flowed.
My path through years consists of tiny dots
Connecting moves I thought were isolated
These tales inside were always unrelated
My life as series based on my fool thoughts.
To see the sunset with renewed conviction
I lie prostrate within the greater fiction.

 

What news, My Love? Wednesday, Aug 26 2009 

Contemporary Poems cristovau 5:23 pm

There is no news to give
and so I sit waiting,
For I cannot forgive
myself amidst this hating.
Within the course of weeks
my heart has turned to air;
It’s blown to what it seeks,
though she’s no longer there.
Then, unexpectedly,
this waiting turns to praise;
Hurtling doggedly
for all those worn out ways.
Sad fools lie for the word
’til their cracked love is heard.

 

Drunken Muse Sonnet Wednesday, Aug 26 2009 

Modern Sonnet cristovau 5:15 pm

My muse lies drunk and wretched on the bed
Her breath is vodka, bile and sordid lust
Sad sot, I bear a burden weight like lead
Whilst love itself grinds down to meager dust.
Yet should I tame the angel so inspired,
Bring words to heel before my booted feet,
What ode restores a passion now retired,
Can verse undo a lover’s mad retreat?
Oh, might I bind my muse to sober ends
And tie this harlot to the waiting wall.
In hopes to torture true love to amends,
I’d never su ffer heartache’s stormy squall.
While harboring self-revulsion and disgust,
My angel turns and smiles with unbound trust.

 

Tracks in the Snow Wednesday, Aug 26 2009 

Contemporary Poems cristovau 5:13 pm

The snow sat there for my footfall
But my feet weren’t the first to tread
Across my path the prints are read
And tell the story of it all.

There were the hops of a small hare
That leapt and waited in this cold.
The snow was fresh. The tracks weren’t old
I pondered why he waited there.

And soon I saw tracks from a hound
With paws that made me think of bears.
This fool’s thought caught me unawares
As my eyes moved across the ground.

You know the sight that next I saw;
I see such knowledge in your eyes.
Why did it strike me as a surpise
to see still snow had such a flaw?

And this sad tale I share with you
Because it’s brutal as your love.
It gives my innocence a shove
Into musings long overdue.

Our heartbeats are tracks on the snow
A sensation all too light and clear
And one day they will disappear
To fade as seedlings start to grow.

 

Doctor’s Orders Wednesday, Aug 26 2009 

Contemporary Poems cristovau 5:10 pm

Well, I went to see the doc and he told me
Yes, the doctor he spoke up and told me
Oh, the clinical medical man told me
I’d been nasty and cruel to my heart.

I have to give up drinking my coffee
I was worn out from drinking black coffee
Though it won’t help with cream in my coffee
I can’t get jumped up on so much caffeine

And put away that stuff I’ve been smoking
Yes, I’m dying from all of this smoking
So, I’ll flush out the stuff I’ve been smoking
Cause it’s been smoking my poor heart away

There’s got to be more resting and sleeping
He’s concerned that I haven’t been sleeping
Yes, I should be working on doing more sleeping
I should be keeping my living serene.

Then he told me that I shouldn’t love you.
That’s right it’s unhealthy the way that I love you
And if I continued to hold you and love you
I’d burst my broken up heart one sad day

Well, I went to see the doc and he told me
Yes, the doctor he spoke up and told me
Oh, the clinical medical man told me
But I ain’t ready to make a new start
You can’t change this battered old heart

 

Lioness Wednesday, Aug 26 2009 

Contemporary Poems cristovau 5:06 pm

You have, like a lioness, prowled open plains
Defying the rules that timid men set forth
The wildness in your heart won’t be contained
Even verse writ for you flows unconstrained
Words and you live freer far to the north.

This freedom has such costs to bleed you weekly
You’ve known isolation and despair and hate, too.
These things bite at your heels, bitter, bleakley
You face them snarling, ghting, feirce, uniquely
And in this ghting you shrank and yet you grew.

I don’t dare blow you full of empty sunshine.
That bullshit is something you wouldn’t stand.
You might smile and praise such a pleasant line,
but the right to raise you isn’t truly mine
We both know saying it doesn’t make you grand.

Let my pen rest here awhile, all motionless
Calling off my muse, my worrying spirit above
No words needed, no, no one here to impress
We’ve met before and now as guides, dear lioness,
Let pen’s quiet show our friendship and our love.

 

Seduced Wednesday, Aug 26 2009 

Modern Sonnet cristovau 5:02 pm

You stole my breath away in the forest,
Tackling me beneath the shadows of the camp,
And I leaned back, a wine-soaked, funny scamp
Who saw your beauty and felt so blessed.
The revelers were safe asleep in bed.
Your mystic friend had talked herself quite dry.
I laughed and then my lips let a tune fly.
Your lips soon took all my breath instead.
Past roots and winding paths you led the way
Towards such a sacred blu to draw me down.
In passion’s lake we both began to drown.
Our gasps and sighs resound even today.
With sleepy eyes we watched a new sunrise
As new hopes lit up behind our eyes.

 

Yuletide Blessing Wednesday, Aug 26 2009 

Contemporary Poems cristovau 5:01 pm

In the darkest night
Of this passing year
We’ll bear a tiny light
To ward away our fear
And ask the sun to stay.
We’ll light the night away.

In this season bare
Meals are scarce or small,
Yet as we sing our prayer
We gladly o er all
To share this festive day.
We’ll feast our least away.

Outside the winds do blow
In that iced witherin’ blast
To kick up sand and snow,
Yet hail and hearth contrast
As our warm hearts display.
We’ll hold the cold away.

 

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