Showing posts with label Metered Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Metered Poetry. Show all posts

Monday, July 14, 2025

Jerry Paul

Jerry Paul

 

Of all God’s creatures be they great or small

None do I love as much as Jerry Paul

We are friends and nothing can take that away

Such were the words my buddy would say

He has gone to the zenith of the night

While I have traveled to untouchable light

The two of us getting drunk in room seven

Ah if Earth had a glimpse of heaven

Come to me and do not desert the sacred cause

Fight the foolishness of man’s fatal laws

Madness like Sid at the Gates of Dawn

See the lunatic folded on the lawn

Remorse of course is the source of glowing

Are you well it is hell just not knowing

Has the CIA taken over your mind?

Are your still gentle, proper, calm and kind

I have changed is that strange for me to say?

I never desired or inspired to walk that way

I wish I could tell you you’re inside my heart

And my Love for you brother cannot part

But in bitterness you fled for higher ground

I wonder under God’s heaven what have you found?

Now I hesitate to articulate

Are you crazy, lazy, can you relate?

I will put you on the visitor’s list

Now that is an offer you cannot resist

So until my fame I will say a prayer

Still the same, know how greatly I do care

Of all God’s creatures be they great or small

None do I Love as much as Jerry Paul


 Murmurings Of A Mad Man information 



Sunday, July 6, 2025

The Clarity Of Robert Frost

The Clarity Of Robert Frost

 

With ancient tongue the words he sung were crystal clear

Nature's bliss as a lover's kiss ever near

Wisdom of the ages written on his pages

In his book take a look you fools and sages

The highest poet of his generation

A step above the ground towards salvation

Where is the lesson he so grandly displayed

As a rotted Oak poetry has decayed

With images obtuse the reader is lost

That was not the way of Robert Frost

 

A master of control he touches the soul

Connects the heart as part of the greater whole

There is movement an ever flowing stream

An awakening, a capturing of the dream

Today us poets are a miserable lot

Meaningless mantras so quickly forgot

With all our style we cannot conjure a smile

As the morning mist it shall pass in a while

The circle turns, one learns, to be complete

Humbly I lay these words before your feet

I am a knight grand on a sacred quest

To inspire, to light a fire, to be the best

I look behind to find the way ahead

It is time to act enough of this dread

Farewell to these poems of ghastly cost

I seek the clarity of Robert Frost  


The Clarity Of Robert Frost is from Polished Fragments. You will enjoy my other books as well. 


POLISHED FRAGMENTS

Poet To The Poor