Metered Poems
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Squeaky Bed
Tonight I lie here
Alone in a motel room
And someone in the room upstairs from me
Is making the bed squeak
And I lie here
And you're out there somewhere
And I can only wonder where you happen to be
But there's no answer for me
Maybe someday I will
Someday find a friend
Maybe she will be the right one for me
But right now I'm alone
She'll be perfect
I'll love her, and she me
And my entire world will be made of her
Maybe I'll forget you
This motel is so sleazy, I think
As a cockroach runs across my foot
But when I don't try to pull away, how pure can I be?
And you're still far away
The bed's still squeaking upstairs
While I lie here alone
Homicide and suicide run through my head, and for all I know
The person in the squeaky bed could be you.
Nihilist Love Song #237
Loving
Hurting
Needing
Trying
Falling
Dying
Lying
Crying
Denying
I can't
Get this
From my
Head
Maybe
Better
If I'm
Dead
Purity
In all my life, I've never known
A child so pure and full of light;
And when I think of how I've grown,
I weep in sorrow for her plight.
Her soul is airy, like a dove,
And when I'm near her, then my heart
Feels light and free, and soars above
The whole of man, a world apart.
I hope to never see it fade,
The purity she holds within;
May it remain as it was made:
Forever strong and free from sin.
But I know how good folks are changed;
The strongest virtues wane and die.
To think that you'll be so estranged,
I want to just sit down and cry.
But I will fight with you fore'er,
Your purity and light to shield;
Together, we'll fight all despair
And never shall we cease or yield.
Perhaps the love I bear for you
Shall give to me some portion of
The purity you hold so true,
Redeeming me through your pure love.
Susurration
Was she so soft, so sweet?
She says she will stay with you always
Never slip away
Simple whispers and oaths
Formless sibilance in the sunshine
Moondance symphony
So when she leaves you there
You listen to the whispers of leaves
Still think oft of her
Soft shadowed sounds, and sighs
A sweet susurration chills the air
Suggesting her voice
The soughing of the wind
Holds the same significance as the
Avowals she makes
You wish for her return
Although she was not fully faithful
Sustain your yearning
Nothing will cease your thirst
Save a meaningless union with her
Hollow of feeling
For you the essence is
Less essential than the shape of the
Relation you have
You wish to be with her
Even if the fellowship is one
That's only fleshly
You remain alone
Assuming she'll arrive again here
Your faith ever firm
You while away the eve
Hearing the noises of the night
Animals singing
The whooing of the owl
The sighing of the leaves in the wind
Waves washing ashore
The rushing of the stream
You hear the sounds of the lonely woods
Unceasing dreaming
She will not leave your mind
Runs ever on through your weary soul
No sympathy there
Should she see you again
Would you fool yourself or know her lies?
As she sees through you
Should she remain away
Would you suffer on in sorrow and
In ceaseless remorse?
Or will you finally see
Veracity, as you know she's gone?
Will you find meaning?
Searching for substance
A ceasing of senseless sounds, furies
As you strive now to
Assign significance
Upon the life you have led thus far
A life of sorrow
Though when all is finished
It will in wholeness mean nothing more
Than Susurration
Dinilainn
She cowers behind me
But I stand resolute
Broken and bleeding, she cradles her wings
And tells me the point is moot
But I stand firm
I will not flee
The world crowds around me, trying to get in
Trying to push through me
Why do you bother?
Why even try?
She asks, and the world taunts my foolishness
But I will not let this one die
Everyone strikes me
I lash out blindly
But they are too many, I can't stop them all
I can't fight their impurity
Just let us have her
There's no place for her here
Just hand the girl over and we'll leave you be
But I won't give in to my fear
Though I may suffer
And be victimized
I know that they can't harm the last angel
If I don't believe in their lies.
Square Poem
You always say when you deceive,
Always cry that you aren't mine;
Say that you adore my eyes,
When you adore, 'tis only thine.
You aren't my only love, falseness;
Deceive mine eyes, thine falseness shine!
Altiloquence
I perorate to great effect,
Adoxography lets me affect
The poinephobic town prefect,
Colloquial opinings comfort me.
Your mental machinations I contort;
Your aeolist ramblings I abort;
To utter madness you resort;
You can't triangulate your sanity.
Should you a tantrel then remain,
Your arguments I shall disdain,
Grandiloquence can not contain,
Semantics can't prevent my victory.
The Dragon’s Lament
Circling, circling, over the mountain
I come to roost again
In a cave I sleep by day
At night, fly far away
Once a month, the human town
Ties a virgin down
I come with roses, red as fire
To take her ever higher
She screams her hate and fear at me
I listen sorrowfully
She dies in fright, I’m left with her corpse
And the hate of the nearby thorps
Though I’d come to free her from her chains
Her shadow still remains
For it is what she feared I’d be
That made a monster of me.
The Rapture at Jessie’s House
Let come the rapture, I'll not fear!
For all my friends will join me here!
The riders' horses I shall seize,
In my backyard they'll take their ease.
Though bloody may the great seas run,
There's water at 621!
So let the world disjointed be;
For chaos, it amuses me.
The convoluted strands of fate
In my home will be plain and straight.
The confident and proud will come
To my house to be frolicsome!
So let us not be malcontent,
Although the End is heaven-sent;
For though the world outside may end,
A joyful End Time we shall spend!
Ode to a Lost Tooth
Oh you were hurting
But now you have gone
I'm so glad to see you
You've hurt me too long
But novacaine numbs me
And my dentist gums me
Now I'm eating yogurt
And soup really bums me
Why did you go?
You were far too young
You've left me forever
Like an 87 year old smoker's lung
I don't mind that you've left
I just wish I could eat solids
But I've two days of soft food
Now I feel quite squalid
If I make no sense
It's because I am sad
I'm missing forever
The favourite tooth that I had
As the Stars Shine
The day has gone, the sun has set,
The stars have come to shine;
Another day has ended here –
Another day enshrined.
The night has set upon these days
Of unrelenting bliss;
How can there be a paradise
More joyful still than this?
And yet as e'en I speak these words,
Looking up as the stars shine down;
I know there's still a greater delight
In the wake of this sundown.
Far above and beyond the love
Of many fellowships forged,
And many more made stronger still
And the narrowing of the gorge
There's the greatest love of all of them,
The love that's been renewed;
And the healing that can take place in our lives
And the dream that's always pursued.
For though I'm glad to've spent these days
With many friends, new and old
The greatest joy I felt of all
Was a lost friend returning to the fold.
The comfort that he felt withal
in coming home again
Has made in me the joy of life
That comes with such a ken.
So as the stars shine on this night
And new dawn comes apace,
Let's not forget the love we'll feel
When the sun shines again on this place.
The Poorest in the Land
I'm journeying whence cometh the morn,
My lady's love to find;
To win it in a child borne,
Or in a bit of thyme.
If I should bring her all the stars
And laid them at her feet,
Would then she love me as we are?
Would that, our hearts' needs meet?
If I should win her all the world
And gave it her to rule,
O'er it all, her banner unfurled,
Would my love still seem a fool?
If all the roses, and the willow,
Violets, queen anne's lace,
I brought to her to be her pillow,
Would she look upon my face?
Is there anything that I can do
In all our precious Earth
To make her see my love is true,
Though I have little worth?
Alas, I fear it shall not be,
My lady's worth too grand.
A sweeter lady cannot be,
And I?
The poorest in the land.
So
So I wanted to tell you something
That I thought was important to say.
I wanted to share with you all the words
That go through my head each day.
So I sat down to talk awhile with you
And let you know how I felt;
Hoping to see how my thoughts and emotions
Would cause your resistance to melt.
But I had no courage, I wanted to wait
Until I could feel stronger within;
So we talked about this and we talked about that,
Waiting for the right point to begin.
But it never came, and I lost my nerve,
So we each said goodbye and went home.
Alone again, I sat down to think
And set my mind to roam.
But I've learned my lesson, I'll never again
Wait for what I haven't got.
I'll open my mouth and let it come out
Whether I'm ready or not.
So now that I'm ready to face you again,
I'll meet you on some other day.
But as I sit here, I can't help but cry;
I've forgotten what I wanted to say.
The Worfelweel
The prince has gone a-hunting, lass,
The worfelweel to find,
They say he brunks through all the land,
In brook and dawl and blind.
He took with him his greatest frain,
His wittrel dogs as well,
They say he brints the whole world through
In copse and freem and dell.
He bid me say he loves you still
And swore he would return.
But not before (he bid me say)
He'd caught the beast so glurn.
Throughout the gaibbled woods they sought,
The horrid frene to catch;
But they could never find him, lass,
Not one glimpse did they snatch.
They did not stop, though night came down,
They fraised on in the dark,
Continuing until they heard
The grabe of wibbering sark.
And as the sun rose high again,
They pressed on as before;
Though crayeled prince and abnet dogs
Were battered, lume, and sore.
T'was then they found the worfelweel,
Although they did not know!
The prince ne'er heard the prebbling, for
So silent did it go.
And now, my dear, I burden you
With tippering regret.
Today will be the tronic day
You'll wish you could forget.
The vishel worfelweel snuck up
Upon our prince so fair
And swallowed him up, and his dogs,
Like they were never there.
But never fear, my darling trone,
For there is some relief.
My story's end will lift from you
A little of your grief.
The Worfelweel had crept behind
The prince more quietly
Than gurish wilps can do, and yet,
How silent could it be?
So sly, dear, that your ludder prince
Ne'er knew he'd passed away.
He never stopped his krine pursuit;
He's hunting still today.
Ode to a Basket of Dead Flowers
Oh dark reddish brown buds,
how sad your beauty lies
on the table around you,
where your petals have fallen,
as your brittle stems droop
towards the ground,
bereft of the vitality that held them up
so many weeks ago.
You seemed so pretty then,
when I plucked you from the ground,
ripping you away from the roots
that provide you with nourishment.
Now you are dead,
sitting darkly on my table.
A withered frail morass
reminding me of what you once were,
but are no longer.
I guess I'll have to go pick some more.
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