To Hug a Bear

Twas that frightful night,

Twas all alone,

The wind was howling,

The moon shone.

She came running, wild.

Wheat hair did flow.

Stars twinkled in blue

Eyes that fear did know.

Her hammering heart was

Ready to burst.

The wild bear behind her

Sought blood for thirst.

As she tripped and fell,

She heard a fierce growl.

She steeled her heart for death,

Was ready for foul.

But to her surprise another

Bear did appear.

He fought so valiantly,

She had to cheer.

As the first bear did

Sink to death,

She suddenly realized

What she was left with.

She jumped, ready to spring

But tripped by her feet.

The bear was upon her

And their eyes did meet.

The kindness she saw

Confused her so.

He nuzzled at her hand,

Her eyes like a doe.

She reached out playfully and

Poked his nose.

A hearty growl shook the ground,

echoing through her toes.

A giggle escaped her lips,

Floated like stars.

The moon reflected

Wary as Mars.

Were they friends,

Bear and doe?

Or just wild?

Only they know.

My friend asked me to write a poem for him and this is what I came up with. It was fun. =) ~T

Regret

Under that glass ball of light,
I felt the dreary come.
Curled up to day's night,
and willed my heart to numb.

Doze away sweet dreams of naught,
return your heart to wisdom.
Valiantly your mind had fought,
to freeze the beat that drums.

Show the deep ache who's lost,
ignore it's pitiful thrum.
You've tallied up the cost,
now accept the truth, it's done.

My Pen is my Shoulder

Oh how easily the mirror crumbles
when palpitations turn to tribulation.
Oh how easily blue eyes stare accusing
when dolor strikes this silly heart.
Oh how easily becomes wallowing in dark
when ripped hopes get frozen and crushed.
Oh how easily salty rivers flow
when dejection stomps on the thrumming.
Oh how easily the broken glass reflects
when darkness cannot hide what cannot be.
Oh how easily black ink turns sad
when heartache is it's easiest release.

To Her Timeless Love

http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/marvell/coy.htm
Link to To His Coy Mistress by Andrew Marvell

This is a response poem I wrote to Andrew Marvell's To His Coy Mistress.


There shall be World enough, time as well
coyness has its purpose, enjoy and dwell
The way is clear for us to see
Our timeless strolls fill my heart with need.
Your eyes gleam deviously by the light
reflect like rubies off the spark of night
Humber's soft serenity, sings sweetly sick...
Your quickened breath and ambitious stick
of time not yours or time ill held
in a garden full of rotting, false, we meld?
Though I am worthy of all you say
should I not be just as worthy another day?
Ceaseless years my heart should be
overflowing in prosperity.
Though I am sure to enjoy such time
as two hundred years sounds mighty fine...
An age for every part, say you
what of an age and more, maybe two?
Devote such reverence toward my soul.
Devour, breath, touch, caress every hole.

At my back, I do not find
time's encompassing to me, kind.
You speak of deserts, vast
such parched land is not where I'll last.
Beauty deceives the eye perhaps
for something so precious will not lapse.
I see such dire marbled walls
protecting life, on the World, of dolls
such purity cannot be tainted
dust cannot invade, for those waited.
I doubt your lust burns to ash
such private places thwarted your catch.
You burn, lick and crust the fallen
but none, I think, will be lovin.

Now lets escape of transgressions past
Your tenacity is humorous but crass.
A new moon may bring a laugh
shining a new light upon the path.
Let us chirp merrily in mornings come
we'll soak, sing, flutter in the sun.
Pleasures will burst free for us
packed in nests, full of trust.
As the wheel of time spins slowly
for us, let us love each other wholly,
not in parts. Let our sun sleep.
We have time, Forever, to explore the deep.

Sinking Stones

the insignificant ocean falls,
trails of salt and,scars
will be all forgotten at last call.

transparent rocks thrown
will beat down the soul,
will hinder and break what has grown.

Will the wall tumble down
to lie submissive to stones?
the ocean fell, the soul drowned.

Boulders of hate fill in deep
Dark laughter ripples top
At the soul, ripped, sunk beneath.