Poems from My Pen
Capitulation
Across the table she sits
With eyes like friendly jewels
My soul would drown willingly
Within those two dark pools
A flick of her hair enslaves me
Her laughter becomes my muse
Poetry flows from my mind
As her body language, I peruse
Her lips so full and rosy red
Behind them a flawless smile
To say I could ever forget her
Would show a fool lost in denial
An oh, the innocence of her youth
Shines like her silky black hair
To think someday she’ll go away
Banishes my heart into despair
But for now, she sits patiently
Sipping slowly on her tea
And I’m a king for the moment
Immortalizing her memory
The Awakening
She never loved me at all, and yet,
I loved her as though she were my own.
Never once did I live with regret,
In my heart, I was never alone.
That lovely place she existed,
I wandered often with rose in hand.
Seeking a fate others resisted,
I thrived inside my fairytale land.
For years, I scripted my loving lines,
Then sent them floating across the sea.
Memories became bittersweet wines,
That I toasted to my destiny.
Then one day, I awoke to the truth,
When remembering her silhouette.
While I penned away my fading youth,
She never loved me at all!
And yet...
Beyond Beauty
There was something special beyond beauty,
A lovely, silent whisper in my ear,
A magic hand that reached and pulled me near,
Catching me with defenses off-duty.
I couldn’t deny her piercing dark eyes,
Nor beg her lips to confess me her love.
She filled my heart like a hand fills a glove,
I savored moments that no man denies.
She uncovered my vulnerability,
As easily as a bird takes to wing.
In her voice, I heard the Greek sirens sing,
And in her eyes, I found tranquility.
No moments do I claim to hold as fond,
As her sitting before me in that chair,
To say it was beauty, I dare not dare,
Instead, I say it was something beyond.
The Withered Rose
The wind on the rooftop shrilled
Chasing her sister around the eaves
A foreboding tune she sang surreal
Amplified by the shivering leaves
Inside a lover lay dreadfully still
Regret in her sighing
Never another moment tranquil
As she lay there dying
Once she was a radiant, red rose
In a field of envious flowers
The sun hides secrets the moon knows
And now were the darkest hours
Her brilliance stolen in the dawn
As the sun killed the morning frost
Awakening to find him gone
And a letter explaining love lost
Now quivering lips replaced those
Once, no love was denying
And the flowers pitied the rose
As she lay there dying
The Densha (The trains in Japan)
The river flows unabated as a throng of humankind
Their faces similarly dissimilar as they plunge headlong
The tide predictably predictable with its lull and rise
The current of flow surging against the shadows of day
I watch this river flow as I wade into her friendly depths
A flaneur in comparison as I am carefree of a time to be
The hordes move in rippling waves as they wind along
Many drown in the stillness of a familiar passage of time
It is evening on the Densha down current of Tokyo
The sun has settled into the ocean’s blanket to sleep
And I feel the pulse of a culture engulf my soul
Like a welcoming wave of crystal, blue-black slumber
I see them as a nonpareil beings in a structured, sublime world
This underlying harmony, a lullaby played on a muted cello
Swaying like wheat under the influence of a gentle, tickling breeze
A magnum opus even before the final stroke of the artists brush
Another river in playful abandon joins us in matching flow
We race headlong as if pulled along by an approaching fall
I stare into her cavernous portals and see them all
Similarly dissimilar but untouchable, and they watch me
We return stares as stars blinking across the blackness of space
We are all wheat tossed aloft; we are all water in the river
I wonder to myself if anyone toys with my image in their head
As I fall in love with each of them, their faces, their world
In alternating rapidity we frolic towards a finish unseen
Their river turns and they unflinchingly fade into the night
I am but a lover, who has lost his heart in the river’s depths
The river slows, my station nears, and I emerge melancholy
Come and Love Me While You are Young
Come and love me while you are young
Wait not for your heart to mature
Love me instead while it is pure
And before the ravens it is hung
Come and rest your pretty head
Before a time with heavy laden heart
When you cry Cupids mistaken dart
Leaves you awaiting a new love instead
Come and listen to love’s woven web
My soul exposed in naïve emotions
Exclaiming never matched devotions
Witnessed by a spring tides ebb
Come and rest under the maple shade
Share kisses as life passes us by
And the sun is jealous in the sky
Envious of the love we have made
Come and listen to loves eager words sung
Nary a need for a heart’s second guess
Run away with me my dearest, yes-
Come and love me while you are young
When Time Means Nothing
Time meant nothing
Before the kisses we shared
But it seemed to stand still
When into your eyes I stared
Time took on new meaning
With you in my arms
And I was enraptured
Under the spell of your charms
Time became precious
With your head on my chest
On a rainy Saturday morning
When your love was confessed
I had plead for your young love
In words by a spring tides ebb
And like spider with a butterfly
Wrapped you in my silken web
Those seconds turned to days
and days into years
When I gazed into your onyx eyes
I let go of all past fears
My love strengthened in time
and with your hand in mine
I plotted a new course
Embracing you as divine
I felt my life becoming complete
You reflected it in your smile
I'd waited a lifetime
For a love beyond denial
And just as I held you aloft
As if taken by the wind
You took flight abruptly...
... time meant nothing, again.
Across the table she sits
With eyes like friendly jewels
My soul would drown willingly
Within those two dark pools
A flick of her hair enslaves me
Her laughter becomes my muse
Poetry flows from my mind
As her body language, I peruse
Her lips so full and rosy red
Behind them a flawless smile
To say I could ever forget her
Would show a fool lost in denial
An oh, the innocence of her youth
Shines like her silky black hair
To think someday she’ll go away
Banishes my heart into despair
But for now, she sits patiently
Sipping slowly on her tea
And I’m a king for the moment
Immortalizing her memory
The Awakening
She never loved me at all, and yet,
I loved her as though she were my own.
Never once did I live with regret,
In my heart, I was never alone.
That lovely place she existed,
I wandered often with rose in hand.
Seeking a fate others resisted,
I thrived inside my fairytale land.
For years, I scripted my loving lines,
Then sent them floating across the sea.
Memories became bittersweet wines,
That I toasted to my destiny.
Then one day, I awoke to the truth,
When remembering her silhouette.
While I penned away my fading youth,
She never loved me at all!
And yet...
Beyond Beauty
There was something special beyond beauty,
A lovely, silent whisper in my ear,
A magic hand that reached and pulled me near,
Catching me with defenses off-duty.
I couldn’t deny her piercing dark eyes,
Nor beg her lips to confess me her love.
She filled my heart like a hand fills a glove,
I savored moments that no man denies.
She uncovered my vulnerability,
As easily as a bird takes to wing.
In her voice, I heard the Greek sirens sing,
And in her eyes, I found tranquility.
No moments do I claim to hold as fond,
As her sitting before me in that chair,
To say it was beauty, I dare not dare,
Instead, I say it was something beyond.
The Withered Rose
The wind on the rooftop shrilled
Chasing her sister around the eaves
A foreboding tune she sang surreal
Amplified by the shivering leaves
Inside a lover lay dreadfully still
Regret in her sighing
Never another moment tranquil
As she lay there dying
Once she was a radiant, red rose
In a field of envious flowers
The sun hides secrets the moon knows
And now were the darkest hours
Her brilliance stolen in the dawn
As the sun killed the morning frost
Awakening to find him gone
And a letter explaining love lost
Now quivering lips replaced those
Once, no love was denying
And the flowers pitied the rose
As she lay there dying
The Densha (The trains in Japan)
The river flows unabated as a throng of humankind
Their faces similarly dissimilar as they plunge headlong
The tide predictably predictable with its lull and rise
The current of flow surging against the shadows of day
I watch this river flow as I wade into her friendly depths
A flaneur in comparison as I am carefree of a time to be
The hordes move in rippling waves as they wind along
Many drown in the stillness of a familiar passage of time
It is evening on the Densha down current of Tokyo
The sun has settled into the ocean’s blanket to sleep
And I feel the pulse of a culture engulf my soul
Like a welcoming wave of crystal, blue-black slumber
I see them as a nonpareil beings in a structured, sublime world
This underlying harmony, a lullaby played on a muted cello
Swaying like wheat under the influence of a gentle, tickling breeze
A magnum opus even before the final stroke of the artists brush
Another river in playful abandon joins us in matching flow
We race headlong as if pulled along by an approaching fall
I stare into her cavernous portals and see them all
Similarly dissimilar but untouchable, and they watch me
We return stares as stars blinking across the blackness of space
We are all wheat tossed aloft; we are all water in the river
I wonder to myself if anyone toys with my image in their head
As I fall in love with each of them, their faces, their world
In alternating rapidity we frolic towards a finish unseen
Their river turns and they unflinchingly fade into the night
I am but a lover, who has lost his heart in the river’s depths
The river slows, my station nears, and I emerge melancholy
Come and Love Me While You are Young
Come and love me while you are young
Wait not for your heart to mature
Love me instead while it is pure
And before the ravens it is hung
Come and rest your pretty head
Before a time with heavy laden heart
When you cry Cupids mistaken dart
Leaves you awaiting a new love instead
Come and listen to love’s woven web
My soul exposed in naïve emotions
Exclaiming never matched devotions
Witnessed by a spring tides ebb
Come and rest under the maple shade
Share kisses as life passes us by
And the sun is jealous in the sky
Envious of the love we have made
Come and listen to loves eager words sung
Nary a need for a heart’s second guess
Run away with me my dearest, yes-
Come and love me while you are young
When Time Means Nothing
Time meant nothing
Before the kisses we shared
But it seemed to stand still
When into your eyes I stared
Time took on new meaning
With you in my arms
And I was enraptured
Under the spell of your charms
Time became precious
With your head on my chest
On a rainy Saturday morning
When your love was confessed
I had plead for your young love
In words by a spring tides ebb
And like spider with a butterfly
Wrapped you in my silken web
Those seconds turned to days
and days into years
When I gazed into your onyx eyes
I let go of all past fears
My love strengthened in time
and with your hand in mine
I plotted a new course
Embracing you as divine
I felt my life becoming complete
You reflected it in your smile
I'd waited a lifetime
For a love beyond denial
And just as I held you aloft
As if taken by the wind
You took flight abruptly...
... time meant nothing, again.