Some Perverse Will
I'm a restless man
I am never
Still
I'm always spurred on
By some perverse
Will
The grass is never
Green
No peace here
To find
Some demon
Of motion's
At work within my
Mind
No bed is too soft
That I won't
Abandon
Its sweet calm
And comfort
For a softer
One
I'm a restless man
I am never
Still
I'm always spurred on
By some perverse will.
(Edited version of original written ca. 1980.)
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Categories:
perverse, anxiety, confusion, dark, moving
Form: Free verse
Voices Perverse
Finding poetry dull
and bored out my skull
(a wasted pun this early in the write)
listless and drained
knocked on my brain
to share with the voices my plight
The head voice, Jack
peeped through a crack
sighed: "Our host wants to visit, the pest
have we time to entertain
one who abandoned his brain
now sporting two brain cells at best?"
Much to
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Categories:
perverse, funny,
Form: Rhyme
Of Love Perverse
For you and only you, my love, I’ll wait.
I’ll wait through evening’s dusk to early dawn.
On corners or at stations; by my gate
I’ve waited - and at night with curtains drawn.
The hands of time keep moving, stroke by stroke.
My calendar I’ve marked and then remarked.
What muse of tempering may I invoke
to cool these everlasting flames
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Categories:
perverse, love,
Form: Sonnet
Perverse Imp
Estranged to a lonely room
Littered with trash and splattered gloom
Fettered and sentenced to early doom
Distressed and distraught to a sordid mood
Creeps and crawls and stalks at night
To make sure the windows latched
To make sure the door to match
Hope to God to soon to catch
Before settling to an unworldly nap
Creeps and crawls and stalks at night
Late
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Categories:
perverse, fantasynight, night,
Form: Iambic Pentameter
See What You Saw and Ignore My Perverse Call
I was only sixteen for a moment
Then seventeen for a second
Who would have thought I couldn’t hold it
The kid who could do it all
Who would have thought he would grow up and fall down
He never guessed that those speeding years would be the best
And remembered in tumbling tears
The old familiar faces are
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Categories:
perverse, loss, lost love, song-heart,
Form: I do not know?