Oft Poems - Poems about Oft

To a Warrior's Creed, Valiant Death, Fate Oft Decrees

To A Warrior's Creed, Valiant Death, Fate Oft Decrees

I follow the red line into hot, blazing Hell
with razor sharp long sword firm in my fighting hand
sending the devils down where their demon friends dwell
down, down deep, upon earth's surface I take my stand
I, raging fighter, with valiant blood in my veins
The Sun my only friend

Oft-Times I Wonder

Mindless Musings Over Morning Coffee 

What Is Wrong Or Right? 

Whether It be dark or light 

Be it in…or out of sight 

Wrong or right is neither 

Truly Wrong or right 

   

It all depends upon  

One’s point of view 

Perhaps Unique to you and only you 

Perhaps shared by more Than

To Be a Poet, Oft Strong Commands Come At Night

To Be A Poet, Oft Strong Commands Come At Night

Oh, gawd- comes raging middle of the night
This horrid current, rise up and now write
An electric jolt, firing through me bones
Of new fortress looming, huge granite stones
And that tingle surging from old waking soul
As pagan's carving of a totem pole
Words spilling out from a resistant heart
Pen

Love and Reciprocation Oft Fantasy of Lonely Hearts

Love And Reciprocation Oft Fantasy Of Lonely Hearts

She saw such handsome features, his eyes and strong arms
She - ravishing creature succumbed to his dear charms
Her ecstasy was a river in deepest flood
Sensual passion took hold, HE was in her blood
Could ever reality break such binding chains
Or future nights denied, bring ever greater pains?

He saw such

Entrance Into the Garden of Eden An Exit Oft Repeated In Four Acts

Entrance into the Garden of Eden
An Exit Oft Repeated in Four Acts
By Sy Roth

Act 1—Somnolence

Smells of winter tickle a warm sun.
Crisp air, 
Red, brown and yellow leaves, 
Thrust the trees aside for their impending sleep.

They all come to the dance brushed 
Content to revel in the gift of a cool early morning,
The commuter moms wave

I Write and Write Oft Through the Night, Words Dedicated To All Poets

I Write And Write Oft Through The Night,
Words Dedicated To All Poets

I write and write oft through the night,
ponder deep, world that slowly creeps
hold pen, in left hand not the right
inking heart's truth, as out it seeps
I write and write oft through the hours
inking what our souls dare not say,
gems of life's beautiful flowers
celebrating the

So Oft I Cry

Four score and twenty years 
I rinsed my lids- so many tears 
So oft I sigh
 
To life anew- firsts breathe 
To life lost- ye mourn a death 
So oft they die 

Twenty years and forty score 
I'll weep again, at least once more 
So oft I cry

Unconditional Love

Oft have I wondered how wonderful it would be
if there were no fine print
in your love for me.

Even in your arms, inundated by your charms
you seem caught in wayward thought
washed up, and joyful not.

If I dare speak of marriage, of becoming one
there comes a shadow in your eyes
and failings I own arise.

Love lacks conditional clauses,

O' Man, Thou Art In Arrogance Oft Lost

O' Man, Thou Art In Arrogance Oft Lost

Within earth's vast herds mysteries abound
as man walks in shadows that prance and play.
Life is an ocean that swirls and confounds
such odd, vain and weak creatures made of clay!
What of miracles, for fear we do not tell,
for shame that such will never be believed.
Nights when one just knows

Oft In My Thought: Charles D'Orleans Translation

Oft in My Thought
by Charles D'Orleans
translation by Michael R. Burch

So often in my busy mind I sought,
Around the advent of the fledgling year,
For something pretty that I really ought
To give my lady dear;
But that sweet thought's been wrested from me, clear,
Since death, alas, has sealed her under clay
And robbed the world of all that's precious

Oft Woe Is Sorrows, of Mere Mortal Men

Oft Woe Is Sorrows, Of Mere Mortal Men

Of fine artist brush and true poet's pen
oft woe is sorrows, of mere mortal men.
Tho' great the powers, sun's glow in blue skies
majestic the beauty, in dawns bright rise.

What purpose poetry, if not to give?
What purpose existence, if not to live? 

What verse can such magnificence reveal
more so

Oft From a Distant Echo, It Is Heard Fifth Poet In My Dedication Series

(1.)  Honoring John Keats
, fifth poet in my dedication series

Oft From A Distant Echo, It Is Heard

At the start comes just a solitary word
oft from a distant echo, it is heard.
Imagination steps on into high gear
through deep, overcast clouds all is not clear
yet as black ink falls onto waiting page
poetry births wisdom, oft like

O' How Long and Well This Night's Dark Shadows Oft Play, Poet Dedication Series

SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE-- Number One- (INSPIRED BY AND FROM HIS FROST AT MIDNIGHT POEM).

(1.)

O' How Long And Well This Night's Dark Shadows Oft Play,
Poet Dedication Series

O' how long and well this night's dark shadows oft play
flickering under illustrious moon, its gifts 
as we wake to watch, bereft of bright sunny day
walk on Mars, as internal

Oft Times

Oft times,
The smallest of things
Are the biggest of all

Oft times,
The softer you land
The harder you fall

Oft times,
Life is a present
Tied with ribbon and lace

Oft times,
The one’s you ignored
In your dreams have a face

Oft times,
The beginning and end
Join together attached 

Oft times,
Those doors that you locked
With new love come unlatched

Oft times,
The family lost
In new loyalty found

Oft

Earth Years, Oft Brief As Sparrow's Flight

Earth Years, Oft Brief As Sparrow's Flight


To walk among men knowing not
world is ugly, full of its rot.
Alas! Gone is youth we once wore
and innocence sings, never more!

To love too much or not at all
past times, sweet treasures one recalls.
Earth years oft brief as sparrow's flight
yet great blessings when love is right!

How we dread, death's

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