Best Song Rose Poems
REVISED OCTOBER 16, 2019
New Jersey’s cloven-hoofed devil
makes his way to the jetty
beneath the blanket of twinkling stars, anguish unabated
his appetency growing stronger each day
her song rose like mist upon salty tide
creating an irresistible allure
perhaps a mermaid so fair
can be the auspicious boon he badly needs
he calls to her, certain she will listen again
as she has done so many nights before
his soul’s torment she has learned to alleviate
patiently, she clings to one boulder, waiting
for she alone can absolve him of past misdeeds
she motions for him to draw near
“Kiss me now,” she begs,
“Before anything more can go awry.”
he moves toward her, still in atrocious devil form
holding fast to the rocks as a storm approaches
perhaps this time their magical kiss
will forever end his loneliness
October 14, 2019
For John Hamilton’s “Crazy A’s” Poetry Contest
The New Jersey Historical Society provided information about the New Jersey Devil and the mermaid he is said to connect with each night by the shore.
When you left us
I saw how the clouds parted,
rent curtains,
as you cleared earth’s
drossy smear,
and passed into a heaven
bright beyond
my wildest imagining.
Bereft, fearful, we
shut tight the door
against wolves’ howling
and waited for you
to keep your promise.
At first it was a whisper,
the sea-ward wind
prying loose our
weak walls,
but soon the song rose, until
its power overwhelmed us
with chords of faith,
and, afire at last,
we spoke!
I am a virgin! A virgin! A virgin! Carlistica sang.
Her melody was offensive to many as it loudly rang.
I have never been sullied, trifled with or abused she allowed.
Which made her highly unpopular in this diverse teenage crowd.
Her body was found a week after her song rose to a number one spot.
On the pop records in the USA, a dubious place for this snot.
Police ask gawkers for clues while searching for the murder weapon.
Carlistica was a virgin! A virgin! A virgin!" sang everyone.
If whom ever should take me out before I make my statement
Then Smile, for I am no longer here
I once was your angel submerged in sadness
I am now your rose meager and darkened
I am a chapter written
A sought after answer smitten
I speak when no other will listen
Because I know when it ends I beg upon the skies to glide low
You may kneel amongst the stairway to ask for me
You may journey through fire bitten smut to summon thee
Here I lie
After my flesh hours devour
Whisper if you will
For I now find myself at peace with songs
Below this casket of true lies
As a rose of absence I lay
Smiles equal tears
Ur Black Rose
Unbound
By Dane Smith-Johnsen
Come my love follow me.
Through valleys, to mountains
Hand in hand. Living. Free.
Days can hold many cheers
Pains’ sadness disappears.
Especially, when we’re near.
Steadfastly, let’s grant strength.
Together, like lovebirds.
Good or bad at each length.
Sure. Life has ups and downs.
I cannot promise more.
Let, happiness abound.
Whilst pleasantries are found,
Come, my love, share good times.
Let joy fulfill unbound.
Inspired by Lynn Anderson’s song, “ Rose Garden”