Friday, June 17, 2016

...My Writing Style at a Glance - "Treasure Chest of Words" (A Collection of Original Poems)

Here is an excerpt from an ebook of poetry I recently put together.  These are poems I have written over the years on various subjects; I have dated them to the best of my recollection and documentation.  The book is titled "Treasure Chest of Words" (A Collection of Original Poems)

(March 16, 1987)

A Rosebush sheds the winter’s frost
Awaiting summer bliss
As June unfolds a tender smile
Upon her lips, a kiss

The garden wakes to melodies
Of birds and sweet, soft breeze
While Mother Nature leads the dance
Of the emerald trees

Has life adorned me, once again,
with its mystical eyes?
Or has it come to lure me, with its mask
of seasonal lies?
…Lure me to the depths of evil,
where ice runs through my veins?
…Or lure me towards summer bliss,
and June’s soft, subtle rains…

I hope to waken to nature’s kiss
of sun-sweet, golden morn;
and frolic in her limpid lakes,
where souls may be reborn;
With hopes that lyin’ masks will die,
or hide within her song;
...Until the Rosebush sheds the frost,
of the wicked winter-long

(February 8, 1988)

Riding upon nocturnal breezes,
whirling wondrously; She came…

She stopped but for a moment,
to kiss the full moon with her silhouette;
As she danced so gracefully amidst the shining stars.
Pouring rain stained her veil,
and a whipping wind galloped through her golden hair.

It massaged her cheekbones
with abrasive hands
…While her onyx eyes sparkled - like two fireflies in the darkened night.
Her ruby lips sat upon her face,
and captured the moonlight like a precious gem.
And She came; riding upon nocturnal breezes,
whirling wondrously, again.

…and “He”- he slept in dreamlike joy,
with a flutter in his heart -
Just awaiting her return;
For too long, they were apart
…and through eerie darkness,
she flew across his floor.
She landed softly at his feet,
and stood before him, near the door!

She calmed his soul
with her enchanting flight…
Yet he remained in trance-like sleep, on this very night
Then she magically escaped the bonds
of her flowing white-silk gown,
And pressed her pale warm flesh
against his naked body…

She protected him with love and warmth,
as their souls met, once again;
But she left before he woke,
to spare him a “good-bye” and final end.

…the morning light came crashing through
the window in his room,
And brought that same strange silence
that pushed him to his ruin!
…He focused his weary eyes upon her smiling photograph –
Then hung his head and cried…

(Summer of 1988)

Whispering winds sing such sweet songs
Lingering chimes thrill the night
The sea roars wild in the twilight
Crashing its waves of foam white
Old sand castles fade where the shore wets its lips
Echoes of fog horns bounce off the tips
Of the rocks in the moonlight which shimmer so fine
Like the lustrous sheen of onyx divine

The deep-daring odor of seaweed is strong
Riding the waves as they tumble along
And cotton-ball clouds float ‘cross the sky
Ducking past moonbeams, then meet eye to eye
The melody heightens as deep darkness falls
The night will grow meek when the Sun Lord calls
And morning will open its arms to the sea
--The waves will fall softly, the sand castles free.

(Summer of 1988)
(Dedicated to Elvis Presley)

When August breezes whisper tunes
of yesterday, I will
remember you…
And through it all, I can recall,
The echo ‘round the world;
“It’s Now or Never”, “Love Me Tender”,
“Good Luck Charm”, and “Surrender”…

There was a sudden death today
and the world became still –
The silence swept the torrid streets
and left behind a chill.
Sorrow filled the hearts of many,
who have listened to him sing –
The man is gone; the Legend lives -
The Legend of the King

Beneath his smile a memory burns
with each vibrant song;
and through the torment of it all,
he never did belong.
This memory, which chains his soul,
of one he loved so dear,
Has grown so huge, since ’58,
and he aches to hold her near.

The grief which reigns would change his life,
His eyes will bleed with tears.
The grief will greet his every day –
His pain will breed his fears.
His home will sob each holiday
from the loss of one so fair.
Her spirit hums a world away,
but often visits there.

A lonely heart he did possess
Yet smiled so warm and true
And from his lips he did confess,
“It Is No Secret (What God Can Do)” –
Yet, through it all he always knew
there was the question “Why?” -
But tears shall fall, and God may call,
an answer from the sky.

…August of ’77 left a sad earth behind…
From the rockin’ halls of heaven,
he looks upon mankind.
Someday he knows we’ll meet again,
so now we say good-bye.
The loss is great – until then,
when we may learn why.

His music fills the universe
and children seem to know,
The man that is a Legend now,
has lived some time ago.
But he sings the world a lullaby
each clear and star-filled night,
and flies about the heavens,
‘til dark meets morning light

When August breezes whisper tunes
of yesterday, I will
remember you…
And through it all, I can recall,
The echo ‘round the world;
“It’s Now or Never”, “Love Me Tender”,
“Good Luck Charm”, and “Surrender”…

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