Romantic Elegy Poems

By Cherbo Geeplay

I can touch the rhythm of your beats,
and sense the chirpy throb; the music
streams it currents to my pulse, the
hair on my skin...

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“Dreams Coercing Memory” 

You want cherries jubilee
with a little Krug champagne
but soft custard is just the same
when reality plays its game
by the spoonful
morphine comes 
to...

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the stars weep ...
but not for heaven
they weep for vacant eyes
and hearts of parched desire
with tears untold ...
and uncounted

for where is the hunger -
the yearning...

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Spring or autumn, leaves bloom or fall,
Everything seemed to offer me immense happiness 
As long as we stayed together.
Harshest of weather, extremes of cold
Still felt...

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El Presidente don’t Tennessee 
nothing bad coming,
tho’ the global orbitals
saw viral things very differently

Happy talk tongue taters
do eerily 
Idaho ear mash liquor please

Delaware drunk on...

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She knew of all the finer things,
Like candlelight, and snow—
And she knew of love, the people say,
Albeit long ago.

She was rather fond of moonlight,
But of...

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(an All Poetry feat to walk in 
the poetic feet of Robert Frost)

Bucolic New England, circa
Early twentieth century New England
awash with dynamic harmonic leisureliness,
when much...

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I dared to chase that elusive butterfly
of love until he landed in my heart.
Caught up in wondrous fascination,
I placed my trust on its fragile wings
but...

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and intuitive paramour, whence swooning swain first experienced anew
an alien emotional lightness of being within mine hardened carapace did brew
a propensity to surmise, intuit, and...

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How I long to see the sun and its morning light,
to warm my face from these long cold nights.
And hold you close and near,
to chase...

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The Romantic Legend  

The lord of the manor near the coast of Algarve,
Behind the manor a forested valley where 
Packs of frightful wolves roamed....

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I picture Kashmir through lightened KL. I see Kashmir through deserted eyes.
I am writing an elegy. While my Kashmir burns.
My blood has contents of a...

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Ghost rider waiting at the station
crossing over soul tracks into spirit
past lives to present
regression to progression in mirrors
projection of reflection
thundering through sunshine 
from another time...

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