Male • 48 • Bristol • United Kingdom
Status... Single
Orientation... Straight
I'm into... Writing
Igni Moho Whup Fantosi
I try to make most of my poetry conform to some recognized poetic form or other and I have created one of my own that I will explain some day soon, so please don't give up. It may take a few readings of each piece to get what I want you to... but that's the point. Too easy would be, well, just too easy.
Note: Some of the works in this portfolio contain expletives. I hope this does not offend.
Please read and enjoy and leave a comment if you feel moved to do so.
The Madness of Privation
Apr 09, 2008
The sultry depths of unrequited love
Spawn the boast of passion’s lurid schemes.
Tailored by the song of turtle doves
One wreaks fulfilment on one’s tainted dreams.
The chance encounters, wilfully contrived,
That force the object of the heart’s desire
To spin and run and desperately to hide
Or face th’insatiate wrath of lovelorn fire.
Speak to me not of patience, nor of care;
The love I seek, there holds no tenancy.
Say nothing of a constant, mindful air
Despise them all and cast them to the sea.
For I shall siege thee with uncounted flowers
Possess you every day with gifts adored
And in your dreams repeated on the hour
My latest words will etch on your headboard.
My jib is trimmed to sail into your heart
My sinew to the purpose, taut as rope.
You shan’t escape my love. You shall know that.
You shall not find a refuge from my hopes
Not even from this cell from which I dream
Shall your desire for freedom set you free.
You are my object, fantasy, my theme
Just wait. In years, my time is done in less than three.
04/09/08 09:28 PST
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