Aspen Poets Society

Oh, Love Divine

2012-02-01T12:36:01Z

Oh, love divine where do you rest?
On softened lips or beating breast?
You come and go but never jest
Lovers’ embrace with you is blessed

An ancient wind upon the land
Will not obey the grasping hand
As gentle as the silken strand
Yet strong enough to bend a man

A spoken word, a gentle brush
Cause hearts to flutter with the rush
A crooked smile the mind will hush
Her sparkling eyes will bring a blush

But do you live within the pain?
In hearts denied as spirits strain?
You flow with tears in pouring rain
The silent weeping bears your name

You blur the eye, wet the pillow
Bending branches of the willow
Carve her name on frosted window
Yet hides his name in dark shadow

Though patience fails and curses spoke
You live within the lover’s hope
That pain will flee and love will float
On frothy sea and bitter note

Oh, love divine, you soon will rest
And find our hearts have passed the test
That you so cruelly transgressed
Upon our spirits so distressed

The sun will shine, the clouds depart
And soon the valley mist will part
Love that once stung will soon impart
A ring of gold that binds our hearts

Selfish Desire

2012-01-26T04:15:00Z

Armed with a bow
His arrows at hand
Each one dripping with the emotion
Of his selfish desire

Tragically miserable
He hides behind a mask of fear
With a childlike maliciousness
Afraid to reveal his pain and sadness
Unable to show any humanness
He deftly raises his bow
Takes aim at his prey
To destroy an angelic love
Fulfilling his ruthless lust and
Satisfying his selfish desire

He is Cupid amuck
Baby-faced
Spiritually starved
Smirking at beauty

He is unable to conquer the demons
Of his earthly lust
And cross the barrier
To sublimate them
So he remains trapped in
The lowest realms of his sacred centers
Where, instead, he happily obliterates
Love personified as absolute affection

And there he lingers powerless
To transcend his path to illumination
Unwilling to know unadulterated love
And unity of life
By virtue of his selfish desire

With Love

2012-01-14T21:45:00Z

Life is but a fleeting moment, dancing across the pages of time.
But, my darling, how our love keeps us immortal.
Ah, how true love is like that…it heals the wounds that scar our souls,
the madness that we are driven to through our ephemeral lives upon this bruised and battled earth.
When you make love to me, you make me forgot the weakness of my spirit. With the back of your hand you touch my cheek, and make me whole.

With you, I am home…
And there is nowhere else I ever wish to be.

Oh My Lover

2012-01-14T15:49:00Z

Oh my lover, I do entreat
Your kisses moist and honey sweet
Embrace my heart without deceit
Drink deeply of my love replete

Oh my lover, I am transfixed
In passion’s grasp I am bewitched
Hazel eyes and stars betwixt
My heart is caged but so enriched

Oh my lover, I surrender
To your embrace, warm and tender
My heart to you I do render
Into our love full of splendor

Oh my lover, my heart I bind
To sail your sea of stars to find
That secret place where we in kind
Explore each other’s heart and mind

The Fairy Queen

2012-01-14T06:27:01Z

She is the dew at morning dawn
She quenches thirst of fae and fawn
Sustains the least of forest spawn
Awakens trees, their branches yawn

As sun is high she sits enthroned
Seat of ivy and precious stone
Ruling spirits and flesh and bone
Her justice fair and finely honed

Creatures journey from far and wide
To bask within the forest’s pride
That emanates from deep inside
The light she gives is not denied

The forest moves to make request
Until she speaks they will not rest
Daily they wait without regress
Ancient wisdom to be addressed

Spreading silken and frosted wing
She ascends and begins to sing
A song of lovers’ beauty rings
With voice so full of magic things

The song brings all to joyous tears
As it did in primeval years
Resonating through time so clear
Gifting any who lend an ear

The Fairy Queen pours out her song
Like the finest wine, sweet and strong
They drink it down in eager throngs
For its soothing warmth they have longed

As the sun sinks, the song will fade
Shadows rule the forest displayed
Dance in fae light, colors arrayed
Her song still glows in hearts betrayed

She is the moon that guards the night
She lights the path of crone and sprite
The Fairy Queen enrobed in white
She is a rare and lovely sight

Vivaldi

2011-12-22T04:37:00Z

Vivaldi plays in the background
Of my life that has
Become after you.

Hitting notes and phrases that
Draw me back moments to
Us together as one.

Symphonies of sound
Not existed in the place
of before you home.

Stringed rises and metaled lows,
Woven nonlinear into tears
Over time fallen deep.

Vivaldi plays on untutored ears
Crescendoed respite
Of gone you.

Hook

2011-12-14T19:15:01Z

He disperses each thread, a convenient fisherman
In this, a fish, an absorbing past time

Maybe I just wanted that excuse to bite, to cling
In this, a mutual urge to nourish some crippling void
So to speak, appetite may have masked my better judgment
To which I got sucked under, tossed back, left parched, although
Each time you evade my compulsory flicker of gaze, I can’t help but wonder
Really, was it just ill-intentions or maybe you’re just human enough to notice…

Lower back to that enviable isolation, troubles aside
Only God knows who’d miss this; what have we learned?
Validation may ravage each fish we pursue, but
Each line eventually falls back into blue

No Regrets

2011-11-29T01:34:00Z

I will never regret that call
You so contemptuously told me I would.
I will never regret that night
I choose not be with you.
I will never regret the courage it took to finally take a stand.
I will never look back and tell myself
A bad dream was all I had.

Loathsome words bring to mind,
Anger, hate and rage.
Quite shocking… still,
Remembering, reflecting upon those days.

Innocence, sound asleep as any child should.
Oblivious to your brutality
Because shame was the unspoken word.

A daughter drunk with all your lies,
Berates me for my nerve.
Then boldly announces in confidence
That our love was done for sure.

Arms bruised, heart broken unable to endure....
My terrified spirit
Took flight that night
Leaving me much too soon.
Anxiously I stood alone
Unknowing your love was conditional.
I never imagined retaliation
For behavior inexcusable.

Amazingly I survived that night
However, how about you?
Truth hurting,
An affair building,
Falsely justifying new love.
Delighting in misery,
Life repeating,
Woefully existing,
Have you heard this is you?

I will never regret that call my love,
In fact I delight.
What I do regret is losing my self
But now it is all right.

Layabouts in the Roundabout

2011-11-25T19:16:00Z

He wonders what
the ruckus
is about.
All that shouting
and banging on pots
and pans.
Targeting a timeless parade,
of hucksters in clown suits,
liars of high pedigree;
thieves.

Bandits - robbing souls
in the dead of night,
wandering the halls of another man’s
heart
while picking his pockets.
Wicked little demons. Bank
managers of stolen virtue.
Gnawing termites,
hollowing out caverns behind
false promise,
stashing bits and pieces
of labor’s love
to feed
fools of the future.

Occupy.
Defy.
Seize this little circle
beyond
the barricades,
make it our own - watching
black machines of domination
surround
us.

Layabouts in the roundabout.
Spittle in the eye.
A poke in the gut.
Abattoir of gluttons
feeding from our trough.

PaterNoster

2011-11-10T01:04:00Z

who in the name of heaven should gather but three sisters
meeting somewhere prairie
and kingdom come. living off sheer
will. where
the earth is like
heaven.
old sisters, still relearning to eat
daily bread given us with veggies, and rice
laughing, crying about
food cravings, vacations, illness,
swept secrets, sad eyed photos
forgiveness
sins
talking all at once
listening for once
tapping at gnarled paternal trunks
dreading the dim seeping wound
peeling back bark as night falls
hearing muffled snap of dark sap that
lead us into temptation of hatred and anger, incrimination.
we soothe our saddened childlike selves, . . a Trinity, of children
we are
delivered from Evil though still everywhere is the Danger.
for united we are
The Power of wind quelled quaking aspens and
The Glory of tall, wild grasses.
keening in a
Hallowed sorrow circle
the plea of
our father a distorted lament
done
forever.

When I Say I Think Of You

2011-10-29T22:28:00Z

I admit it is not every waking moment
you are the center of
what what I am doing.
There are times when I focus
on the dog or tying my shoe.
I have been able to walk without
tripping and haven’t stubbed a toe
for some time now. I can still
dress myself without help.
Yesterday I drove my truck and
did again this morning.
In the store, decisions
about salad dressing and
aluminum foil often come easily.
At times food even has flavor,
and my foot taps to certain songs.

When I say I think of you
it just doesn’t say enough.
You are there in parts of days
when golden hours won’t come,
as clouds remain because
they can’t make up their minds
who they are or what they
want to do with their lives.

I want to paint them with sunshine
in a room with two windows in a corner.
There I will create good light
to see forever, then stay.

Forestry Service Lookout Tower Falling In The Wind

2011-10-29T15:29:00Z

I used to circle dreamers;
read their dying wishes
out loud and fall beside them
crying.

I looked like chalk and paper
sidewalks and lasted for nights;
fell and fought with the best
when i felt like it.

I scrabbled words and dictionary
meanings, left my lungs tied to
two trees and watched the bees
honeycomb my spine.

It was desperate and sad
and everything i felt was
swallowed by indefinite
indefatigable silence.

...but this didn’t last forever.
Nothing ever does. Not because
forever is a long time, but
because, forever is impossible.

Poetry Man

2011-10-27T01:06:00Z

Words of truth fail
The heart,
As the beast deliriously manipulates
His angelic prey.
Revealing illusive words.
Lying, deceptive.....
Pretending to be noble at prose,
Using others’ beautiful ode to
Entrap beauty
Whilst she loves him with sincere heartfelt tenderness….
Her truth unfailing,
Sadly unknowing
It is all but a lie,
For untruths rule the realm of this poetry man.

Feathers Fall From Angel Wings

2011-08-17T22:17:00Z

I warned you often of my
disappearance
and their sudden appearance
for I am but a column of chemicals
That are simultaneously
preserving and destroying me.
I barely maintain my tenuous grasp.
suddenly the balance tips and
I lean perilously
tears and feathers surface and slide across
my pale, still face.
disappearing easy.
I choose resiliently from the slender stacks
pulling back from that tentative bargain between
God and I choose
preservation
close so close
this time
I can still feel
percussion of angel wings.

Truth Revealed

2011-07-25T16:21:01Z

How did this happen?
How could you be?
My inability to clearly grasp your constant intrusion finally got the best of me,
So I had to ask THEM.
Speaking powerful truths from a transcendent plane, so incredibly divine….
And me, not quite comprehending the enormity of what they were about to say, but intuitively knowing the simplicity of what I was about to hear.
Baffled, yet not surprised…. THEY told me through her, we were sisters, just simple girls living on a farm.

You detest me.
Somehow, unbeknownst to me, I hurt you.
Apparently, your life was a truly sad tragedy, for which I am paying now through your officious invasion into my life.
THEY said this is your retribution and my karmic result.

Why would I hurt you?
Why?
THEY did not say why, just how.
Are you curious?
I don’t understand.

Today I treasure all life, even your woeful existence.
After all you have put me through,
I should despise you, and curse the day you were born,
But, that day eludes me and truthfully I really do not care.

She told me to worship the ground you walk on,
To be thankful it is you, not me, living like the sad bird in a cage, unable to escape your Ipos, your Prince of Darkness.
I am grateful, but my appreciation is not yours to have.
It lies within me, in my brave soul, unyielding to any more harm.

I am sorry I hurt you in that life long ago.
And I understand your grieving as I have grieved myself, recently.
Still, I am not finished. It is a process that only one’s spirit will know when it is over.
An honorably slow progression, this grieving, that may transpire into lifetimes to come, as it has for you.
I pray it will not for myself.

So please know this my sister: I have not hurt you in this lifetime nor will you be hurt by my transgressions ever again.
In fact, lovingly and morally I have had your back, but Kool-Aid drinking has blinded you from seeing the flagrant truth that may save your objectionable life.

I am done now, and wish for you to leave me alone.
Do not come back to me again, ever….
Not through friend, foe, or lover.
Ah ha! Unless we can come to terms with our truth, our sisterly love.
Only then will I allow you back in to my authentic life.

So now, it is your turn to boldly ask THEM why,
And courageously reveal your truth.
Or will your cowardliness keep you a hostage of your own fleeting demise, unable to move on to that perfect union with self.
Continuing to seek disdainful retribution even in your next life.
I pray not for your sake.