William J. Jr. Atfield Poet Rhyme

The Heart Broken Hearts

THE HEART 
BROKEN HEARTS

Many a heart, looks not - at - through the eyes of reason.
Many a heart, in the throes of love, wants not but one season.
Many a heart, is blinded by Love's heat, -
to Cupid's song, dances to a different beat - 
not often to the drummer of logic.
For many a heart, that dance becomes tragic.
Many a heart shrinks - starts receding,
finding it hard to stop the bleeding.

The obvious - even if one is not aware -
becomes - to the heart in love -
a man invisible, trying to touch 
a reality - veiled - and a desire for,
a desire to be, a desire to see 
deep into and beyond one's delusion - 
a perfect sculpture of the Illusion, -
of a life that could never be,
and now it is no longer within, - you see -
to satisfy the needs for that beautiful Illusion, of -
for this heart to give anymore of it's love 
to that lovely Illusion, thinking it is so far above.
Or so the delusion of the Illusion goes.
Who is it that really knows ?

THAT GOD

Zeus, of so many faces, by legend, man did split,
and ever since, the other half never seems to fit.
Zeus, the split tor of atoms - Adam, into Eve,
has set man adrift, searching for - on stormy sea -
his other half - his soul, his spirit that did leave,
and forevermore, will never or seldom see.
On his search for the other -
when found can seldom fill another
with that which he often does search -
upon this plain, in the heavens, on this earth.

No matter how ornate and beautiful the Church,
she can hardly provide a life or lifetime of mirth.
Yet man keeps on looking,
his brain keeps on cooking,
and all that he yearns-
all it seems to do - it burns -
is leave him cold,
then he grows old.
This my story told.
Not being to bold?, -
the thought I hold. 

B.J."A" 2 
June 21st 2009

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Poet Destroyer A December 8, 2012 at 7:24 PM WOW... William, I like the way you created a vivid and deep cascade in my mind with all the wonderful and breath taking and heartbreaking images and words in your poem, Well done! I'm eager to read another poem before I log off for the night..... good night PD William J. Jr. Atfield December 9, 2012 at 10:38 AM WOW... Yourself Linda, I am without words adequate enough to express my feeling about all your praise, and flattery. I wonder if it may not be fate ?, karma ?, for there are bits and pieces of your insight and wisdom in every one of the six Linda’s, that I have had the pleasures, and the pains of knowing throughout my checkered career . William J. Jr. Atfield December 9, 2012 at 10:37 AM All I can say my Dear, is that if you continue to put feathers into the wings of this ego, I might soar above my doubts about my stuff. Know “ Poet Destroyer A ” that I am most grateful for your continued support and I hope that you had a great night . William J. Jr. Atfield December 9, 2012 at 10:37 AM PS - Please forgive me for not commenting on your Poetry at this time, for time seems to have me locked up trying to keep up and catch up, and so all I am able to do at this time ( keeping up ) is to acknowledge and answer all that comes my way. One day . B. J. “A” 2 ( Bill ) William J. Jr. Atfield December 9, 2012 at 10:36 AM WOW... Yourself Linda, I am without words adequate enough to express my feeling about all your praise, and flattery. I wonder if it may not be fate ?, karma ?, for there are bits and pieces of your insight and wisdom in every one of the six Linda’s, that I have had the pleasures, and the pains of knowing throughout my checkered career .