Monthly Archives: January 2014
Paper Pirates
This piece is a big Thank You to all my word press friends. I draw inspiration from each and every one of you and am ever impressed by your individuality and endless talent. We are Paper Pirates, and sail the vast sea of imagination. Here is to hoping our ships continue to pass each other often in this endless ocean of creativity.
We poets are one and all paper pirates
Heavy and dangerous with our thoughts
Using words to collect the highest bounty
And creating tides of self strong emotion
Adrift on a vast ocean of quiet white
Waiting for the strong current of belief
To drive us in our creation of hopes and dreams
Much in common with the buccaneers of history
Sabres our words, and ideas being our side arms
We take from earthly travelers simple ideas
Turning the blade to suit our individualism
Yet riding a tide of collective expression
A sea of blank pages are just opportunities
To raise the flag and sail boldly ahead
Leaving the creation of other’s thoughts in our wake
The sound of cannon fire signifies new beginnings
The blood we spill is the pencil we put to paper
Or the ink that tells the many stories of our lives
The same ink that creates the ripples in the page
And keeps the ship sailing onward toward eternity
That ink is what binds us as brothers and sisters
And forms the common bond we all share as artists
Performers on a stage not the poet pirates calling
Yet give us our thoughts and an ocean of pulpy white
And we shall lay before you an abundance of wealth
A wealth of feelings, ideas, concepts and raw emotions
Sorrow and despair will walk the plank as we write
In the hopes that the storm clouds will soon break
And the sun will reflect a paper ocean’s brilliant white
Box Of Hearts
Drowning in my turbulent mind
I run for shelter from the rain
Peace is just outside my grasp
And solace impossible to find
Any certainty twists and turns
Winds of change blow gale force
Unsettling storm inside my head
Anxiety rains while serenity burns
Frantically tossed and torn apart
Corners of my brain are searched
Hope and strength is found anew
Set free from this box of hearts
Born Under A Bad Sign (A Libra’s Lament)
I find it quite tedious this epic game of life I play
Ever frustrating are my horoscopic afflictions
My relentless pursuit of such elusive perfection
The quest for symmetry just one of my addictions
I seek harmony in my words, numbers and notes
From dark side to light there must be a connection
Should my expressions be found lacking eloquence
It will surely find me chasing fluency every direction
As boulders and feathers alike, are tossed side to side
Defining my maddening quest for euphonious precision
Seeing the fast train of my sanity come clear of it’s rails
Time and again creative endeavors fall short of my vision
My birthright imagination a blessed gift but also a curse
This eternal chase for synchronicity driven by zodiac sign
Striking the balance between the daylight and the darkness
Forever I will strive to make the stars fall in a straight line
As Libra will be holding the scales firmly in place for me
Fate’s Rhapsody (The Eternal Waltz)
I would like to introduce my friend and newest DUET partner Desiree from “Sea of Desire”. I was an instant fan of her work there and knew right away that our chemistry would lend itself to the creation of a magical dance with words. Please drop in and see what else her site has in store for you. She is such a creative and diverse talent that I am sure you will find much to your liking and be as impressed as I am with her overflowing talent. You can find her at www.seaofdesire.wordpress.com
It seems so cliche as our eyes met across the crowded room
There was nothing ordinary about my thoughts you did consume.
Drawing us together, our connection could not be denied
At the center of the dance floor our bodies did collide.
A sudden tempting turn and most tantalizing twist of fate
Would see you to my waiting arms and quickened pulse create
Instantaneous imagery of perfection and wanton lust for life
Impervious to my fiery gaze, beauty cuts like sharpened knife
Hand in trembling hand, heaving bosom to broad chest
Our bodies attuned one to the other in our salacious quest
Within the confines of your arms, inhibitions soon fell away
I hid my rapturous orbs from view as my secrets they betray
Countless vibrant sensations came to life within your touch
As if I now contained the mysteries of life inside my clutch
A perfect stranger that it seems I have known for many years
My only hope is that this ethereal beauty is exactly as appears
The music was orchestrated by the melancholy of our hearts’ strings
As they intertwined to give us hope for what the future brings
In harmony, moving as one, our congruent spirits soon did soar
Gliding through shadows, searching for desire’s celestial shores
New land conquered through the beat of two hearts as one
The pulse sets the rhythm for our new adventures just begun
Overwhelmed by bliss eternal emanating from your charms
No words describe the elation that we found in each others arms
Red Eyes At Night
Figures move and shadows twist
Among the trees and darkened mist
Always present at midnights fall
Daunting eyes come again to call
Ever watchful and always there
Crimson daggers pierce the air
Silent fury and noiseless taunting
No escape from this tortured haunting
Familiar with their brand of cunning
No way out, and no sense in running
As evil beckons from every side
From wicked vision nowhere to hide
These unholy hunters with red eye’s of fire
Swiftly move in at the command of their sire
My fate’s clock expires as sheer terror abounds
My silent captors I recognize as Lucifer’s hounds
Dawn Of The Lion
And so another calendar year is opened to day one
Reflecting on days gone past and paths that led astray
My heart pulses in eager anticipation of change to come
As I liken myself to the mightiest of all majestic kings
Surveying my kingdom with the confidence of a Lion
At the rise of the morning sun
A picture of poise and power as I observe my domain
I shall walk with the pride and dignity familiar to my kind
The bold swagger of royalty ever present in my gait
An untamed instinct in command of my noble demeanor
My newfound strength and ferocity in abundance
As no signs of weakness remain
JMC813 