Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem. Show all posts

Friday, July 19, 2013

(poem - Deeya) - Altar of Desires

I think of the ways we've been
I think of the ways we want to be
I want to see you in your glory
I want to see you dance for me

My heart beats within my chest
Souly for you, do my desires crest
I give myself freely
I sacrifice my body, unto your altar

I'd love to see you in the moonlight
With your head thrown back
And your body on fire
Lit by the lashes of my desire

My soul is yours, my body as well
All my sins are yours to sell
This I declare in the name of the night
Everything I am, is rendered in your plight

As our bodies join together
And our screams escape
I will call out your name
Urging you forward

To a time when our souls merge
Our bodies as one
The love we both share
Combined and done

For you I exist, for you I do dream
A future where we will forever
Never refrain
From loving completely, all of our strains

This night is but one
Of many we'll share
This I do promise
This I do swear

I will see you in the moonlight
Your head thrown back
Your body will be on fire
Lit by the lashes of my desire.

--Dan

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Friday, July 12, 2013

(poem - Deeya) - A Closed Heart

My heart was closed
For so very long
Closed to all
Who wanted to get along

I had suiters
To be sure
But I cared for none
No matter how pure.

Friday, July 5, 2013

(poem) - Stupid Phone

Stupid phones are everywhere
No matter how smart they say they are
Having to disassemble them
Because they lock up from time to time

A phone should never
Lock up, like ever
And I flat out do not see
Why people buy Sony

Android phones are trash
They flat out do not last
They cannot take the rigors of every day
I’ve seen them lock up in every way

My wife takes the battery
Out of her’s daily
That is a sad way to be
Phones should be about simplicity

I sit back with my iDevice
Smiling at her torturous device
Wishing a better phone for her
While playing my apps that load with a blur

The fact is simply put
Phones are designed without consumer input
Bells and whistles are nothing but crap
They just want to check their social media app

It’s a shame that people argue
Over which smart phone is better for you
As all have their issues
Making people break out the tissues

But cell phones absolutely rule the day
People use them as much as a tired cliche
They definitely aren’t going away
I just wish they’d make one that would work okay.

--Dan

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Friday, June 28, 2013

(poem) - Travel

There’s something beautiful
About traveling the country
Once you get past
Other driver’s stupidity

It makes one tired
Of driving real fast
When you have to hope
That the other drivers you can outlast

It is what it is though
Because you will be able to see
So much
Of this world’s history

Every mile I’ve traveled
Has led me to something amazing
Where I could just sit in awe
Letting my soul rise up and sing

The truly crazy thing
Is that I’ve not seen much
A barely calculatable amount
Have I gotten to touch

I have seen enough
To know I want to see more
The beauty of this world
Is something I truly adore.

In the end
Home is where the heart may be
But my home is where
My wife is most happy

My heart beats
Within her chest
So I make sure
That our travel is always the best

Where we will go next
I have no clue
But there is one thing
That I can promise you

I’ll be with her
And she’ll be with me
Because my wife and I
Will be together eternally.

--Dan

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Friday, June 21, 2013

(poem) - Art is Not Defined as Being a Confusing Mess

It rained once
Inside my mind
Where all the dry stuff waits
Yet the humidity declined

It was an odd time
To be alive
When the boys there
Tried to strive

I don’t like random
With no conjunction
It makes no sense
Has no function

I’ll end the movie
Before it begins
So I won’t have to deal
With puzzling at the end.

Why do people try
To be all artsy fartsy
With out any real
Substance to their story?

Normally I like
A really good art flick
But I do not want to be told
How to feel by some prick

Beautiful movies
Are true experiences
They are so rare to find
As they have to jump over so many fences

But some movies
Just get put out
Because people don’t understand
What its really about

And they think
“It must be art!”
When its really just
Not very smart....

But in the end
I completely digress
I must bet back to art
And looking at a lioness


For pain supercedes
The rainbow’s true love
Ravens come out of the sky
From the clouds above

And rain their love
Down upon the ocean
Where rocks float
Among the graves of the lemon.

--Dan

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Friday, June 14, 2013

(poem) - The First Test of Love: Wedding Planning


There’s nothing like
The stress of a wedding
Plotting and planning
Along with all the double checking

It makes one want to scream
With all their might
Waking from a dream
In the middle of the night


I know
Because I have been there
I’d do it again in a heartbeat
And marry Lisa anywhere

But thankfully
We are done with our nuptials
And are just enjoying watching
Other people’s wedding battles

I swear weddings are bad on purpose
To put couples through big stress
To see if they can handle
The bride worrying about her dress

If they can get past that
Then they can get past most anything
It’s the first time a couple is truly tested
Before they put on each other’s ring


Before they spend life together
They have to survive each other
And only a few can do so
Without becoming a strangler

The best that I can ever say
Is to enjoy your beautiful wedding day
Because it only comes once
At least, if you do it the right way

So cheers to you and yours
Cheers to love conquering all
We gather here this day
To witness the union of those in the hall

Because they survived
The planning of their wedding
We rejoice their love
May it be everlasting.

--Dan

--Want more Poetry?  Check out my Poetry Collection Page!

Friday, June 7, 2013

(poem) - A Strength in True Love

There comes a time
When all men die
But sometimes first
They live the lie.

There is something fanciful
About living life
No matter how much
You go through strife


There will always be
A lie down deep
That prevents you
From getting sleep

Pain will set in
If you let it start
And all your friends
Will faithfully depart

Alone
Trapped in a mine
Alone
Within your own mind

I’ve watched it tear
The strong apart
The weak
Simply do not have the heart


To do what I did
I did it right
I trusted my spouse
Without a fight

I believed in her
She believed in me
And somewhere along the way
Her and I merged into We.

I made a choice
Where some simply cannot
To love her dearly
Until I rot

Yet being buried
Is a long way off
And at men’s typical weakness
Doth I scoff

I enjoy being hers
In every way
Knowing that my love
Will never sway

There is a strength in that
I have found
That most never do
They do nothing but cheat at the sound

Of winter coming
And old age drawing near
I accept its coming
With my love I hold so dear.

--Dan

--Want more Poetry?  Check out my Poetry Collection Page!

Friday, May 31, 2013

(poem) - To Flow From Here to There


This is a poem about poetry
Poetry that rolls with the flow

Flow that continues down the hill
The hill of life that goes forever down

Down into the depths of despair
Despair that brings all to their knees
Knees that bleed from the impact of life
Life that goes on until death

Death comes for us all
All we are will be carried by memories
Memories fade like passion’s flare
Flares that shoot into the sky

Skies that are brightened up by sparks
Sparks that look like falling stars
Stars that harbor distance planets
Planets that may hold alien life

Life that blooms everywhere
Everywhere around us
Us who live and exist through time
Time that has a beat


A beat that measures the flow
The flow of poetry
Poetry that comes out of my fingers
Fingers that fly upon the keyboard

The keyboard that relays this poem
This poem that went to the far edges of the universe
And Back

--Dan

--Want more Poetry?  Check out my Poetry Collection Page!

Friday, May 24, 2013

(poem) - The Consequence of Breaking the Rules


Roses are red
Violets are blue
Some poems rhyme
This one don’t.

Okay, Just kidding
But seriously, isn’t it nice
To break the rules
Just like breaking the ice?


The ideas
That can be expanded upon
Are sometimes held back
By the rules we rely upon

For instance this rhyming scheme
Can be a bit droll
I sometimes have to hit a website
That can give me a word like hole

Sometimes ideas
Simply cannot rhyme
Even if you try to do it
With all of your time

The sad fact is
Some rules have to be broken
So others may take their place
Else you just rhyme a word as a token

Break free of the chains
That bind you to your silly ways
It is the best way
To get noticed and get laid


Don’t believe me?
Well you should
I’m eclectic by nature
Half crazy under the hood

Yet somehow I’m married
To the most amazing woman in the world
An amazing development
As my life has unfurled

The fact is
My rhymes hide the fact
That I have problem with ‘beats’
Its just something I lack

So for now I bid you goodbye
As I work out this last rhyme
Or maybe I won’t rhyme at all
Only time will tell if I succeed.

Need, bleed, creed, feed....
AAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHH
I can’t not rhyme....
*cry*

--Dan

--Want more Poetry?  Check out my Poetry Collection Page!

Friday, May 17, 2013

(poem) - Some Bosses Have it Coming


Bad bosses, bad bosses
They are all around us
Those that take their power
To throw us under a bus

I’ve dealt with them
All my life
They are good for nothing
Except way too much strife


But how do you get them back
When you’ve finally had enough?
Do you lash out and quite
As soon as it gets rough?

Say the day before your scheduled
Would that be okay?
To walk up to the boss
And tell them to have a nice day?

Or maybe you shouldn’t
Even show up at all
They’ll call to yell
And you can tell them where to crawl


Or are you the ‘better person’
And allow them to win
By turning in your two week’s notice
Showing up until your days end?

The fact is, many bosses have it coming
They allow their power to go to their heads
And treat their workers
As if they were brain dead.

Why do people get that way?
How do they fall so far?
Or are assholes predisposed
To climbing the corporate ladder?

All I know for sure
Is that I’m sick to death
Of all these douche bags
Being allowed to take another breath

So if you are in a position
To screw your boss over
I say go for it
Its not like they’d give you a good reference ever

Don’t let anyone take your happiness away
Especially not for a paycheck
Money might be hard to come by
But if your on the way out anyway...what the heck?

--Dan

--Want more Poetry?  Check out my Poetry Collection Page!

Friday, May 10, 2013

(poem) - The Choice of Happiness or Pain


Things progress through time
Even when the lines don’t rhyme
Flowing down a river
Into a happy ether.

Dreams normally speak to me
Of things beyond reality
Yet now they speak of the present
Where love is quite pleasant



Yet how am I supposed to create?
Isn’t pain creativity’s bait?
Maybe I’m wrong
Because pain fed me for so long....

Happiness is an amazing thing
I feel as if I’m flying up a string
But when I sit down to write
The easiest thing to plot is a plight

There are those that create
Where happiness doesn’t abate
They inspire me unbelievably so
With love’s undeniable throw

But when I do such a thing
I start to wonder about flooding
Too much of something can drown
How much should I share before I clamp down?

The things I worry about are silly
Of course my wife and I are touchie feelie
But I know you don’t want to read that
Day after day of love’s mushy format



Luckily there are day to day problems
That need working out with a blog’s dictums
I might be happy as a lark
But there are still problems quite stark

With life in general, and life all around
Like how most of today’s youth is Hellward bound
And luckily, with my happiness where it is
I can use my inspiration to find the best solutions

For that is why I read blogs myself
To work through the pains I sit on a shelf
My dreams of love can fully abound
Because of this way out I found

I shall write and write and write some more
Because writing is something I fully adore
And my wife will fully attest
For she loves my writing the best

So I do it for myself and I do it for her
And I will continue to mention she makes my soul purr
Even when I write about pain
It will always come back to my love for her, again and again.

--Dan

--Want more Poetry?  Check out my Poetry Collection Page!

Friday, May 3, 2013

(poem) - Knowledge's Famine


We need more
Lovers of fiction
Because the worst thing
Is taking art out of education

Parents clip the wings
Of their child’s sweet dreams
So they grow stunted
And believe the blaspheme



After childhood I awoke
To a world in dire agony
Where lies are on everyone’s lips
Being the antagonist’s progeny

The problem is
That very analogy
‘Waking up from childhood’
Undermines imagination, you see?

Imagination is what
Makes the world go ‘round
Okay, maybe that stretching
But its why we know what we found

Science is based
On understanding what we don’t
Imagining a world
In which applied physics work.

Without that imagination
We’d still be in the dark ages
Branding those that look beyond the horizon
As ignorant rather than sage



I know what I’m talking about
For I have lived a life
Where my imagination ran free
And though I have seen strife

I have also seen beauty
Beyond any compare
And seen the eyes of the ignorant
With that dull stare

I know what it means
To be looked down upon
Because I’ve dreamed too big
And seen what’s beyond the horizon

I lived my life
Free of the chains
That have bound the ignorant
To their own constrains

And for this I was blessed
Beyond what you can imagine
Because you have abandoned imagination
To knowledge’s true famine.

--Dan

--Want more Poetry?  Check out my Poetry Collection Page!

Friday, April 26, 2013

(poem) - A Day Made for Writing


Sometimes the sky
Just begs to rain
Yet all it does
Is make the sunlight wane

The darkness of rain clouds
Covers the land
And a cool breeze makes you think
A storm is at hand

Yet the ground stays dry
No matter the humidity
That makes everyone’s hair
All big and poofy

This is a day
For dreamy contemplation
And sitting inside
Enjoying warm commemoration

I never view a day like this
As dark and dreary
Days like this make a dream
Seem like a warm memory

Something to be cherished
And cultivated
Grown into a plot
Of a novel to be celebrated

These are the days
That I enjoy experiencing
Even if they are really no good
For going out photographing

A dark grey sky
Is an invitation to write
To pull out creativity
And form stories with an ink blot

Scribble away
Mighty hand of mine
Write letters on this page
Make my stories shine

With a light that is not seen
Just like the window’s absent sunbeam
Make sure my wit it keen
For today I am writing a story, scene by scene.

--Dan

--Want more Poetry?  Check out my Poetry Collection Page!

Friday, April 12, 2013

(poem) - I Don't Know


The fact is
She doesn’t know
I asked her what to write
And she said she doesn’t know

So what can I write
About that subject
Seems a hard one
To project

But this is what I get
For asking my wife what to write
Now I have to struggle
To do what is right

I wonder if she’ll like
This poem I created for her
As it doesn’t talk about love
Or about our new furniture

Its about a simple
Non-committal response
Given by a spouse
Who didn’t even give me a nuance

So here I sit
Making line after line
Hoping for it to make sense
Time after time

But alas I think I’m failing
In this silly endeavor
Just because I’m trying
Doesn’t mean I’m that cleaver

If only she would have given me
A better subject to write
I wouldn’t have to worry about this
When its published on Friday night

And I could sleep better
In the bed with her
Instead I’ll toss and turn
Worrying about this poem’s future

But this is the subject she chose
I needed a random idea to make the flow
I asked for a subject
And she said she didn’t know.

--Dan

--Want more Poetry?  Check out my Poetry Collection Page!

Friday, April 5, 2013

(poem) - A Child's Imagination


Dreams come alive
Within a child’s eyes
When they see
A Princess at Disney

Yes I know
It seems like a cliche of old
But imagination runs wild
In the mind of a child



It’s a truly beautiful thing
To watch imagination sing
And see the light
Of dreams shine so bright

It makes me want to create
Or start an intense debate
And suddenly the universe is small
Stars don’t seem far away at all

As your soul drifts upon the air
So very far up there
Amongst the dreams of better men
Who had far better acumen

Sometime or another
The child goes back to their mother
Who knows the truth
Because she thinks she’s a sleuth

But the true fact is
She is not the true wiz
Because reality within a child’s eye
Is where the truth doth lie

Because imagination is the key
That makes the future shine brightly
Cultivate that sense of awe
That’s how we’ll get our last hurrah

Because whatever we can dream
We can make as a team
But it all starts in a child’s eyes
Where all those dreams exist because they are alive....

--Dan

--Want more Poetry?  Check out my Poetry Collection Page!

Friday, March 29, 2013

(poem) - An Eighteen Hour Drive


If you have never driven
For eighteen hours straight
Then I suggest you never do
For it’s a horrible trait

It wears down your soul
Watching the road go past
Lines and stripes mark the time
Taking you away from where you were last



Energy drinks help
But only the body
For driving home like that
Makes you feel shoddy

You find yourself wishing
You could push the car a little more
Hoping there isn’t a cop
Waiting to knock on your door

You lay in bed
After the experience
Watching room drift towards you
Making you doubt your grasp on existence

It’s a test of endurance
A test of will power
Driving a car
Hour after unforgiving hour

But the thing is
You see some amazing things
Driving across America
Produces a gift that sings

Luckily I passed the test
Yet again
And we made it home
Safe within the bullpen

And now normalcy
Can creep back in
And I can enjoy the simple pleasure
Of relaxing deep within my den.

--Dan

--Want more Poetry?  Check out my Poetry Collection Page!

Friday, March 15, 2013

(poem) - Cahsh Dynar Night.


Back in Ballad of the Emerald Bard: Making the Band - 5, I knew that Deeya, for the second time, would be called out to perform on stage.  It was a wonderful opportunity to pull out a song from her early days as a video game character.  The problem is, the song I had in mind was quite interlaced in that old video game's lore.

So, I set about rewriting it.  As I rewrote the poem, I created a new city, a desert city named Cahsh Dynar, where there are sultans and the slave trade, giving the city a very ancient Arabian city, with a seedy side.  This, in turn, brought out the character named The Masked Canary, and inspired parts four through six of Making the Band.  It also allowed me to bring in a different version of Deeya's backstory and add a bit of mystery to her history.  I truly love it when inspiration goes in a circle like that.

Either way, please enjoy this poem, out of the story's performance setting where you can judge it on its poetic merits.

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Friday, March 8, 2013

(poem) - Emerald & Crimson Duet


As I've mentioned a few times before, Deeya was a character in a video game I once played.  In that game, I had several bard friends, one of which played a 'red' bard, which was a great contrast to Deeya's 'green.'  Once, the other player and I sat down and hashed out a duet for the two characters to perform together.

Karn'Al Jex'Ter is a direct homage to that character, though radically different.  In the Ballad of the Emerald Bard: Making the Band - 3, Karn'Al and Deeya sing a duet.  I rewrote the original duet to suit Karn'Al and Deeya, and wove it into the story in performance format.  Here, though, is rewritten poem outside of the story for anyone who loves sheer poetry to enjoy.

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Friday, February 15, 2013

(poem) - Valentines Day 2013


I know exactly
What some people say
The card companies got together
And made up Valintines Day

Fact is I don’t care
Because the day has a wonderful vibe
Knowing love is in the air
Makes life worth the ride

Every day I wake up
And try to make her know I love her
But on Valintines Day
The effort is a blur

There are cards and gifts
In all the stores
All begging you to buy
All the more

The best day
Is the day after
When its all half off
Which causes me much laughter

But the day itself
Is a wonderful day
And I’ll show that I love her
In every single way

The weekend that follows
Will be full of fun
Because we will go out walking
Under the bright sun

And I will profess
My love to her
For she is my world
And there’ll not be another

She will smile
And we will kiss
We will be married
And know such bliss

For she is my love
My lover and friend
And will forever be
Beyond whatever end.

--Dan

--Want more Poetry?  Check out my Poetry Collection Page!

Friday, February 8, 2013

(poem) - Moving Beyond Death Around Us


Death doesn’t affect me
As is does so many others
People pass from this life
Tender goodbye’s from Grandmothers

I tend to morn more
When people chose to go away
Life has it’s end
Death will have its day

Many leave this existence
Shrouded in clouds of pain
It is a blessing to see them pass
For there is nothing left for them to gain

The only true sadness
Should come from tragedy
For those are unexpected
And will be missed greatly

But even then
We continue through this life
They wouldn’t want us to bog down
With an excess of strife

I’ve had people leave me
That were close indeed
And I have been effected
By grief’s own creed

But it didn’t slow me down
Because life is still amazing
Even without them here
Without their life’s rays

I’ve seen death come
And I’ve seen death go
But I know that I’m still here
To enjoy life’s disco

It’s a lesson we all must learn
To get past all the grief
Because there is more to life
Than wallowing on death’s reef.

We don’t know what is beyond
We don’t know what comes next
But I know that life has rewards
That have amazing context

Grief is a powerful thing
But don’t let it get you down
Those that have passed
Do not want you to frown

When I shed
This mortal coil
And find death
At my very own door

I want people to remember
This very simple thing
That Life is fragile
And you should ALWAYS sing

Because grief always ends
As does waves upon the sand
Life shall go endlessly on without us
As it goes on, without them.

--Dan

--Want more Poetry?  Check out my Poetry Collection Page!

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