Poem Entry #11

The subject of this poem is my girlfriend, Elizabeth. We had been dating for over a month and I decided it would be sweet to write a poem for her. This was the first poem I had written since December 2015. The sadness which drove me to write the previous 10 poems was gone mostly because I moved from a crumby apartment complex to a brand new, luxurious one. I also quit my stressful job to focus on schoolwork, and, by February, I had met Elizabeth. The spring of  2016 was a pleasant time. It marked a turning point in my poetry which wasn’t realized until the spring of 2017 when I wrote fun, meaningless, loosely-structured poems like Psychobabble.

Without further delay, enjoy!  🙂

 

Dogwood I (29 Mar 2016)

 

You are a flowering dogwood tree

Whose branches reach out to those in need

To wrap them in a blanket of twisted wood

So that they if not otherwise would

Know mercy so sentimental

And grace so supernatural.

In rest, to heaven they might inquire

The origin of your strange desire

To offer them care and protection

And to share the hope of resurrection.

 

Heaven might answer and say that the most

Influential voice is his Holy Ghost.

But there is another specter of old

Who tried to tarnish her soul of gold.

That specter did steal her hope for the morn

With a heavy blanket of twisted thorns

Until it was restored unto her

By a knight in divine armor.

Now she loves others with true sympathy,

And that’s what makes her so lovely to me.

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Poem Entry #10

Day Trip to DC (16 Dec 2015)

 

What do I say? Yes or no?

Should I stay or should I go?

I want to make a memory

But my friends—they cannot join me.

 

Fulfillment not tedium is the goal

But if I can’t share it then it’s not whole.

Without fellowship, what is the goal

Of a day trip to DC alone?

 

For nine hours in my car

I will chat with a childhood Friend

We’ll reserve two seats at the bar

And I’ll hear the good news again.

 

True solitude and tranquility

Can be a heavenly melody—divine remedy.

Poem Entry #9

Friendship (08 Dec 2015)

 

Perhaps the deepest pain I’ve known

Is being in a crowd alone.

In a sick twist of irony

Many yet none are beside me.

 

But that’s just it; I’m not alone

Even if I am far from home

I have God family and friends

Whose love unyielding extends.

 

Traversing the solar system

Radiation explodes from them

To the dark side of my planet

Which rotates to accept it.

 

Even in a cold, distant land

I might feel the warmth of a friend.

BONUS: A Decapitated Family Tree

A Decapitated Family Tree (18 Apr 2017)

 

10/4, monsieur!

I’m sure that your

Treasure’s allure

Won’t bore my lord,

The king of ore.

Just bring him more

Bright bling galore—

Please bring him more!

My lord lusts for

Four quarts of quartz

To store indoors—

Bring more! Encore!

My lord won’t sing

Till your folks bring

Rocks, ore, and bling—

Gold for the king!

 

Eventually, a prince—

That lustful king’s offspring—

Will be simple:

Only wanting

To love people,

Only wanting

To be humble,

Never using

His dad’s temple.

Rot engrossing

That cathedral.

A new shoot rises from the stump of the decapitated family tree,

And a delicious fruit falls from it onto the dusty gold flakes below.

The powdered gold dust nourishes the seeds like fertilizer for a new era.

Soon, the divine forest rises high to cut the sky with dreams of purity.

Redemption is available to everyone strong enough to chop down a tree.

Poem Entry #8

[I accidentally posted my poems out of order!  o.O  There were THREE poems written between “Cry” (Poem Entry #6) and “Waiting” (Poem Entry #7) which I accidentally skipped! They are titled “Fat Pig,” “Friendship,” and “Day Trip to DC.” I will post them now as Poem Entry #8, #9, and #10, respectively. Just note the dates attached to the titles to confirm the accurate chronological order.]

Here is “Fat Pig,” the shortest poem I had written up to that time. It was my first sharp break from the Sonnet structure.

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Fat Pig (01 Dec 2015)

The fog, the smog, that stubborn hog

Has come back to lounge in my bog.

That fat pig has exceeded her stay

In my cerebral city of rain.

I much prefer the brighter days

That don’t lead me to dismay

The condition of this beloved place

Of low-lying clouds and rain.

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Poem Entry #7

fun information, this was the last poem I wrote before I met my girlfriend who I am still with now 🙂 Enjoy this English sonnet which lacks iambic pentameter, as all my sonnets do.

Waiting (21 Dec 2016)

 

Oh, waiting is such a bother

Waiting for the warm tomorrow

And all that God has in store…

Will it really be much more?

 

When will I finally find that girl?

When will I start to change the world?

When will I clear my student debt?

In a hundred years, I bet.

 

In his Word, God has avowed

To give me much more than I have now

At least that’s what Chambers taught me

About Matthew six, thirty.

 

Patience is a hard virtue to learn

When anxiously for tomorrow I yearn.

Poem Entry #6

Cry (Nov 2015)

I am beyond the stage where I kick and scream

I no longer resist this terrible dream.

Reluctantly I agree

Reality seems to be

That I have lost a friend.

Solitude is deadly in excessive portions

Like hordes of Vikings who descend from the North and

Go about to pillage and ravish your mind,

Demanding you keep it all locked inside.

But don’t hide your grief from family and friends

Let sirens of sadness declare solitude’s end.

It’s good to cry every once and awhile.

Eventually, the tears roll onto a smile.

Let it all flow from the inside out

Until there is no more doubt

That you are truly loved

And cherished from above.