Verities & Balderdash
Heart Songs

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Songs of the Heart,
     Melodies of Mind and Soul,
          Reflections upon Love and Life.
 
Here I share some of my work. These poems will not receive awards, but they spring from my heart and capture some moment or feeling too deep to be expressed in any other way than by poetry.
 
Perhaps you will be touched.  If not, perhaps you will be amused.

The Scent of Spring!
 
The scent of Spring is here! is here!
my prediction is it will be near...
although the snow is overblown,
and wintry winds still chill the bone,
the air is singing, "Time for spring!"

My heart is light and cannot bear
to think rose bloom won't fill the air
with sweet aroma of perfume,
nor birdsong rise to chase the gloom.
The air is singing, "Time for spring!"

And so, the soul with Spring within
can't wait the sun to shine again!!
It watches with a hopeful look,
the page to turn in nature's book.
The air is singing, "Time for spring!"

Unfolding Rose

How Do You Say Goodbye?
 
How do you say goodbye
to one you've loved and felt so close in mind and heart
and found the one from whom you never want to part?
How can you do it when all within begins to weep
and protest in painful tones of the desire to keep?
How do you say goodbye?

How can you love deny?
How renounce its poignant hunger to embrace
and draw unto self  the splendor of her face --
and there, there to lay upon her wanting lips a kiss?
How could I have done this thing and hurt her so like this,
distrusting of  her love?

But in my heart know I
that even were this one, so dear, to bid me
come to her, and live with her in ecstasy --
how could I come with what I've done? Though being there,
my bliss would surely end this outcry of despair --
Oh how my heart does break!

O God! the pain! O why?
Why this faltering questioning, this wondering doubt?
If I did what's right, should not I be without
this hurt, this depth of sorrow that takes hold of me,
and fills my very soul with naught else but misery --
the burden of my guilt?

But this now tells me by
the pain I know inside... how wrong, how wrong I was,
how terribly mistaken. And this because
my words and actions cut so deep the bitterest groove
that out its unscaled depths forgiveness may not move.
I dont deserve her love.

Down deep I know that I --
and I alone -- I am to blame for what was sown.
I cannot understand why, or how, I've thrown
this ruin on our love -- caused such bitterness of pain.
My only hope is that somehow her love can rise again
and take me back in grace.

It is, you know, a lie:
you cannot turn your back on one you love and say
you do not feel it.  It wounds when you betray --
wounds not just the one you love, but YOU! Yourself! Your soul!
Then in Hell you find yourself -- broken and no longer whole.
You Fool! You said goodbye!

  Musings on a Line from Marlowe
 
  A line I read in Marlowe's poem
  has caught my eye, yea, driven home
  how much, how often have thought I --
  how much I'd like before I die
  to come some time to place so fair,
  and in my ling'ring sojourn there,
  these sorrows cease their bitter grieve,
  and joys returning, this heart take leave
  and find for once its pleasant rest
  in scented bowers of your breast.

  I think I would... in fact, I know... 
  would find a warm and radiant glow --  
  for if, just once, my passion's fire  
  could blaze through pulsing of desire  
  and sate its parched thirst with thee --  
  I know I'd be in reverie.  

  For 'tween these hearts of yours and mine
  there'd be such pleasure, so divine,
  I could ne'er conceive to condescend
  or by pretension ever wend
  this heart of mine to need to prove -- 

if I could live with thee,
and be thy love.

Lighthouse

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"Poets utter great and wise things which they do not themselves understand."
~ Plato
 
"Perhaps no person can be a poet, or even enjoy poetry, without a certain unsoundness of mind."
~ Macaulay