Eternal and Other Poems (Personal Poetry Dump)

[Erogenous Jones]

Before I Fade

If only once, before I fade, let me be more than God has made
Allow this frame, so sadly cast, to shine just once, before it’s passed.
I yearn to be more than I am, a better, kinder, stronger man
A man whom others might inspire, who’s metal equals his desire
Yet years have made it plain to see, wherein resides the enemy
Not fate, not time, nor lack of Grace. The mirror holds the sneering face
Of he who rightly bears the blame, and therein lies the greatest shame.
For t’was not God declared my place, my final finish in life’s race
Were I to speak with honesty, then none could bear the blame but me

If only once, before I fade, let me be more than I have made
Don’t let what comes reflect the past, breath deep before you breath your last.

[Yiama]

Erogenous Jones

Before I Fade

.... this one left me speechless. *5 mins later*

I must say there are days when I've felt this way... just hoping for a few moments to be so much more than I feel that I am. I really like this one, it's short, simple, to the point, but it holds so much power behind every word of it.

[Erogenous Jones]

Happy New Year

Avoid, evade, distract, deny
Examine everything but “why”.
Bemoan, berate, then abrogate
Your starring role in your own fate.

Immerse yourself too deep to see
Embrace each new indignity
Grasp every failure, hold it tight
Just one more reason not to fight

Explain, excuse, obscure, deflect
Do everything except reflect
Complain, cajole and swallow whole
The lies that save and soil your soul

Start each new day, wash, rinse repeat
Strap on the bags, accept defeat
Don’t ever leave the well-worn trail
Then wonder why it is you fail

Demean, decry, dispose, despise
Delude yourself with easy lies
Rebuke, refuse, refute the truth
Repeat the patterns of your youth

Stand idly as the world flows past
Convince yourself the pain will last
Then waste your waning energy
Pursuing that which you can’t see

Distract, deny, avoid, evade
Repeat each last mistake you’ve made
Reject responsibility
And then at last, you’ll be like me.

[Erogenous Jones]

Awakening

Brought awake from yet another unrequited dream
And every time I close my eyes, projected on the screen
The denouement plays once again and I am left alone
Adrift amidst the wreckage of a world I’d thought my own.

I see the woman that I love, I feel her soft embrace
Yet there enfolded in her arms, another in my place
My heart at once stops beating, my limbs fall numb and weak
And in my head repeating, the words I dare not speak

“I love you” thunders in my ears, yet never was it said
And now when finally spoken, to someone else instead
The hidden tempest wind within excoriates my soul
Til nothing’s left but emptiness, though none can see the toll

Then in my dream, you walk away, not ever having known
The hope you planted long ago, the seeds which you had sewn
Those dreams of love I nurtured, now turned to barren ground
And I the endless searcher, denied the love I’ve found.

[Erogenous Jones]

Beacon

How many times you’ve fallen, yet every time you rise
Brush off the dirt with practiced strokes, tears glistening in your eyes
Yet never do you linger, not once have you complained
You bear your wounds so gracefully, your kindness never strained

Your smiles conceal no pretense, your words hold no untruth
You’ve never lost your innocence, or wonderment of youth
Your heart is always open, despite how some have tried
To bind you to their misery, your faith lives undenied.

Perhaps what shines so bright in you is why they seek your harm
For in your soul lives what they’ve lost, much to their pained alarm
And rather than allow your light, to help them find their way
They’d rather see their darkness spread, than face the light of day

But rest assured, your light is seen, if only by a few
And like a moth drawn to a flame, so are we drawn to you
Your inspiration guiding, leads those who choose to see
Bright shining on what we had missed, but you so clearly see.

[raspb3rryRUSH]

Erogenous Jones

Don't Take it Seriously wink

It seems I’ve fallen in a rut of endless introspection
Examining in fine detail my many imperfections
Re-living each embarrassment, with crystal clarity
Then writing yet another piece who’s theme is “Woe is me!”

Perhaps it’s time to look again, to take a fresh perspective
And focus on the things done right, not just on what’s defective.
So with that precept held in mind I’ll take my pen in hand
Then write down something positive, and hope it’s not too bland.

The smell of dew in August air, Cicada’s loudly keaning
A mound of fresh-ground parmesan on pasta that’s still steaming
My tom-cat purring in my lap while I assault my keyboard
My stubby fingers mastering the worst of all the E chords.

But now as I re-read that verse, reflecting on those bland views
Why is that what comes to mind are thoughts of Julie Andrews
Cavorting in the snow capped Alps, whilst sporting lederhosen?
Me thinks I’d best get back to themes I’ve previously chosen.

So please forgive this ill-conceived attempt at writing happy
(I had a feeling from the start, it’d turn out pretty sappy)
Let’s leave the upbeat to those souls possessed of bright demeanor.
Whilst we who wallow in the gloom hurl barbs at all the keeners. wink

HI! I just started reading your poems and I love this particular one. You're really good with whimsical poetry (more than you realize).

Me thinks you should write more of these "happy" poems when you're inspired. mrgreen

[Erogenous Jones]

raspb3rryRUSH

HI! I just started reading your poems and I love this particular one. You're really good with whimsical poetry (more than you realize).

Me thinks you should write more of these "happy" poems when you're inspired. mrgreen

Thanks very much!
That's very kind of you to say. smile

Unfortunately, unlike many of the folks in the OP/L, I'm not really skilled at writing "from scratch" as it were (or even when handed painstakingly precise direction and provided with the exact ingredients wink )....there has to be something demanding attention in order for me to write anything, and whimsy is far less demanding than say, an open and festering wound. xp