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Thread #70058 Message #1192937
Posted By: beardedbruce
24-May-04 - 02:06 PM
Thread Name: BS: Mudcat's Best Poet Contest
Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat's Best Poet Contest
VILLANNELLE
I do not have the heart to this love lend,
For what would be a moment: not, to fade,
For even you, my distant green-eyed friend.
I am too set upon my ways to bend,
Even to save my soul. I am afraid
I do not have the heart to this love lend.
There is something wrong, that I must defend
The reasons I am so, my dreams unplayed,
For even you, my distant green-eyed friend.
When we first met, then I did not intend
To sink so deep into your eyes of jade:
I do not have the heart to this love lend.
I do not now desire to this love rend
To shreds of dream, but will not soul abrade
For even you, my distant green-eyed friend.
The time is past that you might comprehend,
But I must still try, as then, to persuade:
I do not have the heart to this love lend
For even you, my distant green-eyed friend.
BALLADE 1 Feb 77
This iced, bitter night finds me
Alone, with but my books to sate
Desire. Yet now, amid debris
Of shattered dreams, no words sedate
These saddened thoughts, to educate
My mind to this, this silken blow.
What brought me to this present state?
My love, why do you haunt me so?
I look out at the world, and see
Only the clouds; no stars await
My vision: No moon, to agree,
Or to with inner thoughts debate,
Is in my heaven. Is this fate,
To only lonely sorrow show?
Are visions what I must create?
My love, why do you haunt me so?
You are now far too far to be
Even a shadow of that state
That lured me to you. Yet my plea
Is but attempt to supplicate
That shadow in my mind. How great
The power your eyes hold: The glow.
In memory controls my fate.
My love, why do you haunt me so?
I do not know long I'll wait
Before I'll understand and know,
The cause of my sorrow, of late.
My love, why do you haunt me so?
RONDEAU
The moon is full tonight, but I can
Can feel no warmth. Some poets ply
These images, but I am far
Too tied in my own thoughts to mar
My misery with dreams. To cry
Out for lost love, or even sigh,
Is much expected, but eyes dry
Are safer when, to my soul char,
The moon is full.
This evening my thoughts are awry,
As are my dreams - I now rely
On what reality would bar
From even vision. Will this scar
Last forever? Yet, to my eye
The moon is full.
2 Feb 77
ODE III
Do not think that you've lost my love,
Since I've not seen you for a year:
I love you still, though the time past
Has claimed its toll of me, and of
My dreams. But I must make it clear,
My love, that, though this love will last,
I do not think that I could see your eyes
And not, from the past year, know my heart cries.
I dream about you, love, too much
To think about you clearly, or
To realize just how dead these dreams
Became in daylight's glare. Could such
Mists last the night? Would such a store
Of memory survive Life's schemes?
E'en dreams are not enough to quench the fire
Of my desire, or even words inspire.
Let me dream on, though: Dreams remain
Long after Hope has turned to ash.
Rather the corpse of that past joy
Than nothing. I should best disdain
The thought of seeing you, to gash
My wound so, but with such I toy.
If I should see you, though and touch your lips,
How long before that moment, too, would slip?
13 March 77