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Joseph Hartley Poem
Emptiness.
A vast expanse of waste yet all enclosed,
The only light a thornless rose,
Will my heart withstand the test?
The stars once shone but now are gone,
Love with its once auspicious grace,
Fruitless and sad it lingers on,
Yearns for a now departed face...
Hope now dead,
And all around, want fights light 'till death is found,
And numbéd sound from in the ground,
Kills the sound of life from overhead.
That star is gone, by me loved long,
Within another sphere of space,
Dies the strength of Love's lovely song,
But cannot leave without a trace...
Copyright © Joseph Hartley | Year Posted 2013
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Joseph Hartley Poem
Lines of sweet garlands lie beside,
The winding road,
The stooping hill,
Pines and moorland bend to the ride,
Of Cupid’s delight,
The eerie, hoping thrill...
The shepherd’s flock, wool a-blowing,
Cow and music softly lowing,
To the wind which wisely, thanks bestowing,
Accepts the bow of Cupid’s aim...
Wind tripping lightly all along,
Its spouse, the cloud,
Its smile, the sun,
Sings the slipping, flighty throng,
Full voice aloud,
Along the frantic, joyous run...
The shepherd’s sweetheart, far away,
Stops from her song, stops from her Maying,
And hearing the sound, begins a-praying,
Accepts the flowers which high noon’s bride has thrown...
Copyright © Joseph Hartley | Year Posted 2014
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Joseph Hartley Poem
A is for Arrogance, a proud unbending prince,
B is for Burden, his stony heart of flint.
C is for the Court, Arrogance's royal home,
D is for Dunce, a learned little gnome.
E is for Elegance, a beautiful princess,
F is for the Fabric, that built her lovely dress.
G is for the Gems, that glittered in her crown,
H is for her Hair, that shining shimmers down.
I is for Intelligence, Dunce's greatest gift,
J is for his Joking, for Dunce's wit was swift.
K is for the Keel, of Elegance's fated ship,
L is for the Lighthouse, upon the fated trip.
M is for Miscalculation, by which the ship did sink,
N is for Nonsensical, for the captain didn't think.
O is for the Oddity, by which Elegance was saved,
P is for the Panic, that dragged the sailors to their grave.
Q is for the Quality, with which the princess swam,
R is for the Rock, she grabbéd with her arm.
S is for the Soldier, who spied her lying on the shore,
T is for the Time it took, to carry her to palace door.
U is for the Union, Dunce had secretly long planned,
V is for the Violence, with which Arrogance kissed her hand.
W is for the Wedding, which Arrogance then desired,
X is for the Xeniums he gave, to keep his love from being tired.
Y is for the Yes, compassionate Elegance gave the feller,
Z is for Arrogance's saving grace; his wife, the royal young Zitella...
His heart is kinder now, people have been heard to say,
And he rarely ever frowns, even to this day...
Copyright © Joseph Hartley | Year Posted 2013
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Joseph Hartley Poem
Deep sublime aching of my soul,
The fount of all perfection,
My source of life and memory,
The cause of my direction-
Why must one suffer so much pain?
What person gained so great a goal,
And found in their loving true perfection,
Yet nothing of their life is stole?
I am unworthy of this distinction,
Deep sublime aching of my soul.
Copyright © Joseph Hartley | Year Posted 2014
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Joseph Hartley Poem
Dank, cold, unperturbed indifference,
Untouchable, yet touching all,
Unresolved in meaning,
Still creating each and every fall,
Every whim and leaning.
Touché pas! A cry of weary hate,
And will not accept a helping hand,
‘Till death! Brazen adverse in face of fate,
And alone in piteous stand…
Lone wolf we cry, thy fate is nigh,
Yet stands he still resisting,
That love should die, that only tie,
In error still persisting…
Copyright © Joseph Hartley | Year Posted 2013
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