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Matthew Wetter Poem
Pele shared her rage; passionate she boiled
For her love feisty, my Ke aloha
Sweet ocean, caress... pilialoha
Massaging her beach, my waves gently toiled.
Are you my niece, love? Young Vulcan’s sister?
Answering, she said, “Come… E kipa mai!
Who are you, Kahu? Tell me… be not shy.
Neptune, god of sea, said I, and kissed her.
Kamapua’a! Stay back… no, I say!
Spewing fire, she spurned my advances kind
So gently, gently, I touched her face, mind,
But her heart was fire, unquenchable lei-
Lani my brother’s, she must be my niece!
Have you fled west, from Olympian mount?
Haumea’s child you’ll not me surmount!
I honoured her account, to keep the peace.
You are of Na-maka-o-kaha’i!
Her husband is passed, our quarrel should, too!
I know her not, sweet, as the ocean’s blue!
I know you I desire! Ask me not why.
She quivered, then broke, then asked me again,
In her voice, thunder, in her eyes, mother,
She, land creator, began to stutter,
Who are you, truly? Are you foe… or friend?
Suitor, I am, and passionately ask
Here in my waves, where love steamy rages,
Share with me fire, inscribe my soul’s pages.
May I, dear beauty, in your passion, bask?
Akua akamai… Aloha Kai
She softened, Would you love? Blaze? Ignite? Scorch?
My love burns suitors… molten earth, my torch
Or would you, Neptune, far from my shores fly?
I chuckled, Beauty! You cannot harm me!
Water does not burn, rather heals... with touch
I see your pain, but I can teach you much!
Then offered with grace my humility.
The goddess and god, the water and fire,
We offered each other a little death
For life lived unbared had run out of breath
We split continents with wanton desire
Her passion cascade, in waves black and red
She showered upon cerulean fleece
For I had dressed in brilliance for release;
Mariana’s depths, my passionate bed.
The earth quaked in fear, mighty tsunami
Warned mortals to flee! Intoxicated,
Our passions extreme. I, Neptune, sated
The capricious Pele, ma’alili.
She simmers, now, the dormancy she braves
That nani moana would trill her shore
Sleepless, as crashing surf promises more
Of passionate storms and amorous waves.
6-25-15
Copyright © Matthew Wetter | Year Posted 2015
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Matthew Wetter Poem
When two choose each the other
Having decided this, their fate
A bond, a pledge, a vow replaces
That which, unchosen, cannot wait
Even when it requires a warrior resolute,
Vitality deathless, and sacrifice continuous,
Eternal must the pledge be, or
Risk betrayal's scourge sinuous.
It is at the pit, against the fiery horde
That Absalom dulls the finest sword
This is what it takes to stand at my side
Antagony to injustice is my cause
Knell my soul to abandon, divide
Eidetically my failure would resound, preside
Sorcerous dreams expounding my flaws.
Indebted to peace, yet still facing war
Soliloquy sweet, punished yet more.
When the lashes pernicious slander my spirit
Have you the stamina to fight weaponless, naked?
Ardently ask the goddess Irit
That throughout the nightmare, you survive unwakéd?
Impassioned, immortal, immoderate, rhetorical
Would you, could you, if so, should you?
Illusion or real, my fight is defense
Leave destruction behind
Lose selfish pretense
Give willingly blood to the unjust blow
Impatiently wait the night for the dawn
Vicious dark creatures attack love's glow
Effervescent, they dissolve at the light, and pass on.
Because violence feeds violence, and hate cannot withstand love's rapture.
Copyright © Matthew Wetter | Year Posted 2015
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Every morning I dance naked
Singing in the morning rain.
None are there to observe my antics
None to share a laugh or pain.
Well, the angels perhaps.
I'm sure they chuckle
When I reword tunes
From the radio's knuckle.
I'll sing opera, in my strongest untuned voice
With a cast of one, and an audience the same
Oh the cat? Yep, he's both one and none
More interested in the craziness than the game.
He'll accompany me, sometimes (singing, not showering)
And mewl in his finest voice
Mostly he just keeps me company
'Cause he can, by choice.
So before the sun is awake
And before the sky blazes orange and the stars wane
And before my waking dreams have faded
My song resounds in my warm morning rain.
Copyright © Matthew Wetter | Year Posted 2015
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Matthew Wetter Poem
I showed my scars
You smiled as though I were a child,
Showing baubles.
I showed you my past
You shared with me yours.
It's the falling that's terrifying,
You know.
Even when we know there's healing
Water below
Or strong steel chairs to hold us
It's the knowing
This may not end well.
It's the thousands of falls
Most little
Caught only by unyielding ground.
That is the memory
The fear.
You need only land once
Poorly
To fear the fall.
I wonder
Because a third of the stars fell
Do they still fear falling?
Is that why love is so hard?
I'm falling, and scared
I try not to thrash as I plummet
Yet it's hard not to be eager
For the falling to stop--
Copyright © Matthew Wetter | Year Posted 2021
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Matthew Wetter Poem
Swift, fleet, written be
This poem flies here from me
Just before I leave.
Copyright © Matthew Wetter | Year Posted 2015
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Matthew Wetter Poem
Noble Knight
Noble knight, noble knight
Shining in armor, reflecting bright,
Why do you sit on your steed unaware
Without intervention to tyranny unfair
Don’t you know what’s happening? Fight!
Noble knight, noble knight
Sitting in armor of might
Have you the power to help a poor man
Against corruption, hatred to stand?
Why do you run? Why take you flight?
Noble knight, noble knight
Burning with valor alight
How do you tolerate hatred abound
Or give to evil the hearts of those around
You? Can’t you stop this evil blight?
Noble knight, noble knight
Drawing your sword with intention forthright
Why do you bluff when evil doth reign?
Why, with your skills does your sword feign
Action, when clearly it has no bite?
Noble knight, noble knight
Fighting in armor, tarnished despite
Care and love and honor to hone
A blade of hope, of faith, yet disown
Thy life to those who thy living spite?
Noble knight, noble knight
The sign of valor is thy armor’s plight
If it shines as gold with the sun
Then it’s very purpose has been undone
For it’s never been tested in battle slight.
Noble knight, noble knight
Leave here! Leave our sight!
For peasants with sticks will do thy work
And without thy privilege, we’ll not shirk
The battle, though it gives great fright.
Ignoble knight, fraud outright,
Why still pretend to be upright?
We know you are false, an unshaven lie
Yourself only to serve, using armor to ply
A living charletan, with honor your “rite”.
Noble knight, Valor’s delight
You are my son, without armor in sight
A cloth of cotton your chest protects
Your humble purpose your heart reflects
For you I’ll give and for you I’ll fight.
Copyright © Matthew Wetter | Year Posted 2015
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I started with superheroes,
Which led me to memes
Then on to fan-art
With superhero themes.
I laughed at a squirrel
Dressed as Thor
I clicked for smiles
I clicked on for more.
My clicks led to quotes
And questions of the heart
And the superheroes faded
And introspection began to start.
Oh the joy of a costume
The bright colored lie
Just a few clicks away from
The truths they belie.
Copyright © Matthew Wetter | Year Posted 2017
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Matthew Wetter Poem
Bugger off Shingles!
Go away fleas! I don't need
Itchy skin disease!
Copyright © Matthew Wetter | Year Posted 2015
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Matthew Wetter Poem
A chilly, wet, spring day when the icy mud melts just enough to soak your socks before you've even gotten to the car,
And all you can think about is getting to the cafe.
There's coffee there.
Everyone goes to the cafe on slushy mornings,
When the sun shines but wind frosts the eyebrows.
Today, it's so bad I wait outside the coffee shop,
Imagining the various flavors of warmth
Rivers and tributaries of delicious comfort
That steam my nostrils as customers hustle back to their cars,
Roasted beans tempt even winter's grip, daring her not to thaw.
Ah, to gaze through that glass, where each order is taken,
Where a few modest coins give so much joy...
And then, I pass through the doors as the line lurches forward.
Chatter and laughter create summer inside
Like fireworks between flirts and a carnival of cacophony
Humanity's warmth, deeper than the coffee in which it takes root.
Soon, I too have my name in the queue,
And my dream of warmth unnumbs my icy toes.
As my name is called, I carefully caress my beloved drink betwixt my palms,
Ceremoniously seasoning it with cocoa comforts and frothy cream.
I guard this small joy,
Bravely setting foot forth,
My joy apt, and sublime.
All too briefly enjoyed.
How fleeting I remember
When struck by the tragedy of ice
That stole my coffee,
Frosted my feet,
And dunked me frigid into a muddy puddle just deep enough to breach my collar.
How I grieved as life-giving brown sparkled briefly against dawn's daylight
Freed of it's paper-cup prison
Splashing hot pain across my face even as winter soaked my back.
I remembered the cafe's smells, and laughter, and blissful exuberance
That too briefly I enjoyed
Too focused on temptation's fate, a burned tongue, and warmed belly,
And I grieved her loss as she sprinkled amongst the snow and earth,
No longer mine,
And gone forever, save for a few drops' aroma
That yet wafted my empty cup.
Copyright © Matthew Wetter | Year Posted 2018
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I set alight a fire burning bright
It was a blaze of hope, of faith
Having no tinder, I thought I might
Burn my heart; and smoke billowed, wraith.
I whittled at the carbon fuel, chipping as its lathe.
Copyright © Matthew Wetter | Year Posted 2015
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