tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35361269946962454082023-11-15T11:28:43.459-06:00sonnetsFourteen lines, iambic pentameter, mostlyBubbahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358445946484413443noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3536126994696245408.post-66914967434686110852010-06-11T20:52:00.002-05:002010-06-11T21:02:17.111-05:00I am an enigma unto myselfI am an enigma unto myself.<br />Who lives behind these dull orbs of bright blue?<br />Someone or something I don't even know.<br />Who is this "I" I keep referring to?<br /><br />I am an enigma unto myself.<br />I do things and say things I don't understand.<br />Strange thoughts race around inside my head.<br />Is it ever possible to know me?<br /><br />I am an enigma unto myself.<br />I look in the mirror, and wonder who<br />Could be staring back at me. A stranger<br />Who's vaguely familiar. Is it really me?<br /><br />I am something no one can comprehend.<br />In that respect I'm no different from you.Bubbahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358445946484413443noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3536126994696245408.post-91242361672299823682010-06-11T20:45:00.002-05:002010-06-11T20:51:27.873-05:00I bestow these words on the unworthyI bestow these words on the unworthy.<br />Everything I have I will give. Nothing<br />Will be held back. A deluge pours from my<br />Pen. It becomes a flood from which no one<br />Can survive. Everyone will drown in these<br />Words. And I will be the only one left--<br />A lone mountaintop amidst an ocean.<br /><br />Welcome to my unconscious, you shadows.<br />How does it feel to be vague images<br />Conjured up only in my dreams? I dream<br />You into existence. I open my<br />Eyes and you are gone. You are no longer<br />Real. Reality exists only in<br />Me. I am complete. I am the universe.Bubbahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358445946484413443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3536126994696245408.post-69987902339997741832010-05-30T09:42:00.002-05:002010-05-30T09:48:48.989-05:00I am a mountain: immense, majesticI am a mountain: immense, majestic,<br />Serene. I sit and watch those attempting<br />To scale me and fail. No one can climb<br />My hyperborean heights and survive.<br /><br />They haven't a clue as to what I know.<br />My intellect is inescapable,<br />Vast. Whole galaxies are swallowed complete.<br />Everything is comprehended in its<br /><br />Entirety. Nothing remains unknown.<br />Gods bow down before me in abject fear.<br />I know them all too well. Their pitiful<br />Creations hold no wonder for me. Their<br /><br />Most pathetic invention, man, is a<br />Dog barking at whatever comes his way.Bubbahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358445946484413443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3536126994696245408.post-78631655543576958232010-05-30T09:34:00.003-05:002010-05-30T09:41:59.619-05:00It's been five days since I've writ anythingIt's been five days since I've writ anything;<br />Five days pure hell, unendurable hell.<br />If I could urge my Muse to sometimes sing<br />Could I escape from this infernal cell?<br /><br />Oh, what I wouldn't give for lovely words!<br />Discovering the beauty in all things.<br />Like as to the songs of prophetic birds<br />Delightfully announcing coming Spring.<br /><br />Would that I could approach their loveliness<br />Responsive to all nature, bright and true.<br />Incorporating their spontaneous,<br />Tender ministrations, blessed anew.<br /><br />Enduring all troubles I'll ever try.<br />If only I could coax my words to fly.Bubbahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358445946484413443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3536126994696245408.post-17399278365328707372010-05-16T16:10:00.004-05:002010-05-16T16:15:25.052-05:00Sonnet to Satan III wish to live forever and a day<br />Will come when I expect to find the clue<br />To immortality. I know the way<br />Must lie in making a blood pact with you.<br /><br />But how to conjure up your awful face<br />Is difficult; it's not an easy task.<br />I've always tried to please your evil grace;<br />Just grant my wish, that's all I'll ever ask.<br /><br />I've built dread temples honoring your name<br />And made them reek with virgin sacrifice.<br />No matter what I did you never came.<br />What more unholy plans must I devise?<br /><br />Writing this poem has taken its toll.<br />Somewhere along these lines I've lost my soul.Bubbahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358445946484413443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3536126994696245408.post-19977780538208120202010-05-16T15:58:00.002-05:002010-05-16T16:10:36.754-05:00Sonnet to Satan IIf seven deadly sins corrupt the soul,<br />Then mine must be impenetrably black.<br />To do evil has been my only goal.<br />What sins have you committed that I lack?<br /><br />What did you do but refuse to serve man?<br />You wanted to serve only God instead.<br />And for your love God decided to ban<br />You from revolving 'round his holy head.<br /><br />But I, however, worship only one<br />True god, and that true god is Me.<br />I spit upon the cross of his bright son.<br />I've never known mundane humility.<br /><br />How much more deserving am I than you<br />To hold your name and your dominions rule.Bubbahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358445946484413443noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3536126994696245408.post-29747801215651954712010-05-16T15:51:00.002-05:002010-05-16T15:58:07.048-05:00Tell me your secrets, divulge everythingTell me your secrets, divulge everything.<br />I wish to know of all your wants, desires.<br />Feel free to lose yourself completely, cling<br />To me; I'll consume you in passion's fire.<br /><br />Why do you hesitate? Are you afraid?<br />Be not afraid, I will take care of you.<br />Let the flames over your body cascade<br />And burn away all pain, leaving no clue.<br /><br />Of your former self, nothing will remain.<br />Then you will be reborn, immaculate.<br />Shining so brightly, as a newborn star.<br />From my love a new universe you'll gain.<br /><br />Then I'll be as a planet orbiting<br />Around your loving life-sustaining light.Bubbahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358445946484413443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3536126994696245408.post-4354554136456099262010-05-15T10:50:00.002-05:002010-05-15T10:55:33.498-05:00I wait for a poetic sounding lineI wait for a poetic sounding line;<br />A nimble phrase, perhaps a touch obscure.<br />Could be a complex Poundian design,<br />Or else a simple Frostian contour.<br /><br />I wait and wait, but nothing comes to mind.<br />Could it be I have nothing left to write?<br />In desperation I attempt to find<br />Anything that will end this poetic plight.<br /><br />I search the Cantos hoping for a spark<br />Of inspiration. It's a fruitless quest.<br />To North of Boston do I then embark,<br />But finding nothing must stop for a rest.<br /><br />Sometimes it doesn't help to be direct.<br />The lines often come when you least expect.Bubbahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358445946484413443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3536126994696245408.post-72603546956027021202010-05-15T10:34:00.002-05:002010-05-15T10:46:02.920-05:00"Write what you know," the writing teacher said"Write what you know," the writing teacher said.<br />"But, what if you know nothing?" I inquired.<br />So she replied, "Then write of that instead."<br />And with those words this poem she inspired.<br /><br />It's true I don't know much of anything;<br />No profound thoughts live in my simple brain.<br />With cultivated words I cannot sing--<br />My intellect is uncommonly plain.<br /><br />I've sat in classes trying to abate<br />This nagging issue of my ignorance.<br />But with deep theories I cannot relate.<br />I'd rather romp in nature's opulence.<br /><br />There is a truth beyond what one can know<br />That only comes from watching Nature's show.Bubbahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358445946484413443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3536126994696245408.post-1990536460607176572010-05-15T10:27:00.003-05:002010-05-15T10:34:02.521-05:00What is true genius? A heavenly gift?What is true genius? A heavenly gift?<br />A priceless boon bestowed by sacred powers?<br />Or is it something one can learn to lift<br />With furrowed brow and toiling many hours?<br /><br />It's neither. It's a malicious disease<br />Infecting those who've discovered their art.<br />With crushing blows it brings them to their knees,<br />Threatening to rip their minds apart.<br /><br />It destroyed Nietzsche, and also Van Gogh;<br />Incapable they were to keep its jaws<br />At bay. It then began to take control<br />And gaping madness soon gave them no pause.<br /><br />Accursed am I with this insanity;<br />But, unlike them, I will make it serve me.Bubbahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358445946484413443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3536126994696245408.post-90430798340174687332010-03-17T15:59:00.003-05:002010-05-15T10:25:27.500-05:00Eternal RecurranceCaught in this circle for eternity.<br />It seems that we have been here once before.<br />I do not wish to read this anymore<br />And see the same old words repeatedly.<br />What if we were to try and jump out now,<br />Would the poet take this on the chin?<br />Is it possible we have reached the top?<br />If so, I wish that here we make a stop.<br />Alas, too late, we've gone back down again.<br />I'm getting dizzy, this I cannot allow,<br />To speak the same old words redundantly.<br />This poet, what an insufferable boor!<br />How many times is this? Who's keeping score?<br />No worse fate can befall one than to beBubbahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358445946484413443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3536126994696245408.post-3486583985633868422010-03-17T15:49:00.002-05:002010-03-17T15:54:29.808-05:00Long after I am dead and gone awayLong after I am dead and gone away,<br />Returned to this good earth from whence I came<br />--A fate that everyone will face someday<br />(Be rich or poor, we all end up the same);<br /><br />Long after the last word has been discussed<br />And there are no more secrets to conceal;<br />Long after this book has turned into dust<br />And there is nothing more one can reveal;<br /><br />Long after the last sentence has been spoken,<br />Long after the last story has been spun,<br />Long after the last promise has been broken,<br />Long after the last setting of the sun;<br /><br />My poems in their vain immortality<br />Will continue to live on, long after me.Bubbahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358445946484413443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3536126994696245408.post-55934050919062326112010-03-17T15:42:00.002-05:002010-03-17T15:48:33.146-05:00Would you be my imaginary friendWould you be my imaginary friend<br />And agree to talk to me every day?<br />I have no one on whom I can depend;<br />All my other friends have run away.<br /><br />I don't know why they're so afraid of me.<br />Do I seem so repulsive to your eyes?<br />They said I am a monstrosity.<br />Oh, please tell me that it's a pack of lies.<br /><br />Why must they be so cruel and unkind,<br />To torture one who's never caused them pain?<br />Now I am in my loneliness confined<br />And feel that I'm about to go insane.<br /><br />You're the only friend I can call my own.<br />Please stay, I'm so afraid to be alone.Bubbahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358445946484413443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3536126994696245408.post-41688658262011131922010-03-17T15:35:00.002-05:002010-03-17T15:41:17.394-05:00You, Hypnus, like your brother promise peaceYou, Hypnus, like your brother promise peace,<br />A respite from the troubles of the day.<br />Enveloping us in a downy fleece,<br />You take us to a land where we would stay.<br /><br />But stay we can't for soon we must arise<br />To greet Helios in his fiery splendor.<br />He watches over us with blazing eyes,<br />Which trees and plants, all living things, engender.<br /><br />But as soon as he finishes his ride<br />And returns at night to his golden home,<br />We long for you to return to our side,<br />That we may in your quiet country roam.<br /><br />O Hypnus, grant us your all-soothing sleep<br />And we'll forever your name holy keep.Bubbahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358445946484413443noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3536126994696245408.post-27780151420242983082009-11-10T07:56:00.002-06:002009-11-10T08:06:36.499-06:00O Thanatos, omnipotent dread lordO Thanatos, omnipotent dread lord,<br />I humbly bow before your mighty hand.<br />With strength you wield your evenhanded sword<br />That sends men to your undiscovered land.<br /><br />So long have they attempted to escape<br />Your ineluctable ferocity.<br />They know not that with love your actions drape<br />And only wish to bring them close to thee.<br /><br />You save us from the pangs of pain and strife<br />That torture many to the brink of woe.<br />Released from the cruelty of earthly life<br />To your embracing arms they long to go.<br /><br />I know now that of you I need not fear,<br />And promise not to flee when you draw near.Bubbahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358445946484413443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3536126994696245408.post-20898418321141295662009-11-09T19:09:00.002-06:002009-11-09T19:15:27.079-06:00Don't waste your time on trivial concernsDon't waste your time on trivial concerns,<br />For life on earth is undeniably short.<br />Enjoy yourself, your gravity abort,<br />And learn to love life's many twists and turns.<br /><br />The playfulness of children, one soon learns,<br />Is soon replaced by age and heavy heart.<br />Let it not be in you a missing art;<br />Be one in whom the zest for life still burns.<br /><br />The time is now, do not procrastinate!<br />For life is passing right before your eyes.<br />You have so little time, you cannot wait<br />For happiness. You have to seize the prize.<br /><br />So don't let little worries get to you.<br />Let lively step and song carry you through.Bubbahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358445946484413443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3536126994696245408.post-15451488828348870082009-11-09T18:42:00.002-06:002009-11-09T19:03:31.866-06:00So happily we're frolicking alongSo happily we're frolicking along<br />On hills and vales of undulating rhyme.<br />Enticing others to our playful throng,<br />We soon become oblivious of time.<br /><br />All worries, ills and fears just disappear,<br />Absorbed into the fabric of this verse.<br />If for some reason they should reappear,<br />Just read these lines and they will soon disperse.<br /><br />The use of this incantatory chant<br />Is guaranteed to make your pain subside.<br />It has a lively stride and playful cant<br />On which negative feelings just can't ride.<br /><br />For use of this I cannot charge a fee,<br />As friend to friend, I give it to you free.Bubbahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358445946484413443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3536126994696245408.post-44033474475593207102009-11-09T18:36:00.002-06:002009-11-09T18:42:01.912-06:00Oblivious to all outside mindOblivious to all outside my mind,<br />I sit here, mesmerized, working my pen.<br />So eager what in my mind I might find,<br />To do aught else would seem to me a sin.<br /><br />Unnecessary for you to remind<br />Me of those who are suffering in pain.<br />Of pain I know so well, my only friend.<br />But of such ills I refuse to complain.<br /><br />For pain caused my Muse to appear again.<br />She came to me in my most desperate hour.<br />My only hope is that she will remain,<br />And allow my once hidden art to flower.<br /><br />To her I dedicate these solemn lines,<br />For they were born of her creative power.Bubbahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358445946484413443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3536126994696245408.post-84873364217095281292009-11-08T20:47:00.004-06:002009-11-08T20:54:59.354-06:00O Beauty! O Loveliness most divine!O Beauty! O Loveliness most divine!<br />How could I ever to a summer's day<br />Compare thee? I cannot, for words decline<br />To scale such heavenly heights; they fall away.<br /><br />The stars that are your eyes so brightly shine,<br />Illuminating everything in sight.<br />To your celestial face I bow and pray:<br />Return to me, reverse your hurried flight!<br /><br />For I cannot go on with you away.<br />You tell me what to write, and how, and when.<br />You're this poor poet's only true delight;<br />You instill strength and courage into my pen.<br /><br />O Muse, please hear this humble prayer of mine,<br />I only wish to worship you again.Bubbahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358445946484413443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3536126994696245408.post-91231829741408816672009-11-08T20:32:00.003-06:002009-11-08T20:47:22.164-06:00There was a time when I was all aloneThere was a time when I was all alone<br />And prayed for someone beautiful and fair.<br />A goddess heard me from her lofty throne<br />And saved me from the depths of my despair.<br /><br />She raised me up with words, so strong and true<br />And asked only that I should worship her.<br />There was nothing for her I would not do;<br />My love for her was absolute and pure.<br /><br />But soon I strove to make of her my mistress<br />And bend her to my dominating will.<br />Some demon must have possessed me to do this,<br />Influencing me with his evil skill.<br /><br />Alas, I have no lines to write today,<br />For my sweet Muse has left, she's gone away.Bubbahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358445946484413443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3536126994696245408.post-83306403116689136402009-11-08T13:08:00.002-06:002009-11-08T13:14:35.410-06:00DreamsThere is no sound more beautiful that trees<br />Carefully nudged by gentle autumn winds.<br />The music thus created by the leaves,<br />My mind to peaceful sleep it soon commends.<br /><br />Of ample space and monumental skies,<br />I dream a land where I would like to live.<br />The wind blows there as when a goddess sighs.<br />For such a world my fortune I would give.<br /><br />No worries, fears, nor thoughts of hate, nor woes<br />Disturb this world of pure serenity.<br />It is a land where only goodness grows,<br />Where people live in peace and harmony.<br /><br />In dreamtime am I soon transported there,<br />These dreams are all that keep me from despair.Bubbahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358445946484413443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3536126994696245408.post-86780757636093655962009-11-08T11:27:00.003-06:002009-11-08T11:33:32.797-06:00It took some time but finally I foundIt took some time, but finally I found<br />A sonnet is not something you can force.<br />It likes to enter when no one's around.<br />Each time it comes it takes a different course.<br /><br />To catch a sonnet's not an easy task.<br />It moves its body like old Proteus.<br />A master of disguise, it wears a mask.<br />On seeing it you'll think it something else.<br /><br />And don't be fooled by its harmless intent.<br />It really is quite dangerous, you know.<br />For when you think it finally is pent,<br />Right through your hands directly it will flow.<br /><br />So when hunting for sonnets, just beware,<br />Each time you think one caught, make sure it's there.Bubbahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358445946484413443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3536126994696245408.post-49851280949777096632009-11-08T08:21:00.004-06:002009-11-09T08:34:11.735-06:00Mere words cannot describe her gentle graceMere words cannot describe her gentle grace;<br />So, compensating, strive to build a shrine<br />Where worshipers may go to offer praise<br />And feast upon her beauty most divine.<br /><br />In fervent prayer they call upon her name<br />And wait for some small sign of her sweet love.<br />A lock of hair would satisfy the flame,<br />Or even a slight nod would be enough.<br /><br />But she is not expected to reply<br />Since of this shrine she does not even know.<br />For this poor poet is regrettably too shy<br />His humble edifice for her to show.<br /><br />And so she is like some bright distant star<br />Who only can be worshiped from afar.Bubbahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358445946484413443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3536126994696245408.post-77571565078812297992009-11-08T08:07:00.002-06:002009-11-08T08:19:33.737-06:00My thoughts are oft of melancholy hueMy thoughts are oft of melancholy hue<br />Due mainly to an existential bent.<br />Enveloping myself like morning dew,<br />They drag me down an unending descent.<br /><br />I feel my sanity slipping away<br />On fragile feet, escaping with each breath;<br />Abandoning me to the coming day.<br />Accepting fate I devoutly pray for Death.<br /><br />But will Death come in time to rescue me?<br />I fear of its capricious nature most.<br />Just like some parasite -- Insanity<br />Has sunk its teeth in me, its humble host.<br /><br />Too late! It's penetrated to the bone,<br />And now this insane creature is full-grown.Bubbahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358445946484413443noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3536126994696245408.post-49892094179550177352009-11-08T07:56:00.000-06:002009-11-08T08:04:55.389-06:00When reading unintelligible verseWhen reading unintelligible verse<br />I'd sometimes sell my intellect too short.<br />I really shouldn't think myself the worse.<br />Perhaps the poet hasn't done his part.<br /><br />So many poets' popularity<br />Is based on their ability to vex.<br />A simple poet is a rarity.<br />Why do so many want to be complex?<br /><br />Although I have intelligence amassed,<br />I'll not attempt to seemingly appear<br />Astucious. As a poet I won't last,<br />For my verse is uncommonly austere.<br /><br />If one should wish as poet to endure,<br />Just learn from Pound, and strive for the obscure.Bubbahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12358445946484413443noreply@blogger.com0