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Jeremy Michael Poem
Deserving all deserts and worth all worths,
My love is admiration’s mirrored whole,
A shadowed shade whose forms do form rebirths,
I’m boldly uncontrolled in her control.
A burning nymph who’s in all fairness fair,
My love’s accounted without frankness frank,
To stress distress she counts my bareness bare
And burns my ardor with a rankness rank.
To hold and not be held is wealthless wealth,
To see and not be seen is sightless sight,
To cure and not be cured is healthless health,
To love and not be loved is lightless light.
A crisp and charming cat sans coyness coy,
My love’s a lifeless life and joyless joy.
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Jeremy Michael Poem
Within the chasm of the Chaos Seas,
That deep and shallow fiend Leviathan,
With surface envy swells and floods disease:
My blood's as rapid boiling cryogen.
A beastly instinct and a drowning doubt,
My love's base jealousy arouses hate,
A bittersweet feast and a chronic bout,
My love, at once, is hell and heaven's gate.
But can true love exist without false fears?
The one the other hand in hand are borne;
This revelation rouses out my dears:
If love, then fear to bear the cuckold's horns.
I trust distrust to scale the depths of thirst,
It sires desires, it questions which came first.
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My love’s sole parts I’ll never itemize,
To hack and chop proves meet for butcher’s meat,
And corpses, coroners anatomize.
Why part my sweet when each sole part’s unsweet?
Remove a piece, and make a saint a beast,
Their nothingness proves unsubscribable.
Completes all peace, my love’s an always feast,
Her everything proves indescribable.
But perjury to swear against my actions!
My poems partly catalog her portions.
What mean I now to fear component fractions?
The truth's impeached to live with freed distortions.
My whole life’s dead if when I try her heart,
With soulless dread I prove I’m not a part.
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When Juno christened thirty days as hers,
She chose the sunniest month and named her June;
When roses bloom, and summer, spring transfers
A sunny solstice and a strawberry moon.
Bedecked with peacock feathers, throned in pearl,
The gods’ true queen o’er marriages presides;
Her faithful blessings lovers’ hearts encurl,
Within her ring, united happiness resides.
But in the Antipodes is June reversed,
And sun’s delights are turned to winter’s sadness;
Across the ‘quator, joyous light’s dispersed,
One month, two sides, divorced with utter madness.
That good and bad inhabit all’s foregone:
Without the darkness there could be no dawn.
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My love is pink in cheek and red in heat,
Her colors color life with vibrant glows;
Her orange hue has cankered citrus beat,
Her yellow hair foils jaundiced flowers’ shows.
My love is green in proof, a jade in purse,
Her blues are ranged between two naval skies;
Inspiring purple prose and violet verse,
Her boons are sparkling rainbow spectrummed eyes.
But visible light can only brown my bright,
Her excellence transcends all colors known;
She's white in night and shaded black when light,
She colorblinds all prior beauties blown.
My love is ultraviolet, infrared,
Her looks and thoughts lie ‘bove, beyond my head.
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Jeremy Michael Poem
My tenant body constitutes a lease,
A rented fabric owed to landlord Time,
From smoothened silk to wrinkled leather’s crease,
This shuttled thread is bound in deed to grime.
My mind he stakes a vested interest in,
Its vibrancy is forced perforce to fade,
The stain of Lethe’s dull oblivion
Shall wash and sink this mind in murky shades.
Immortal dyes Arachne used to draw,
(While mortals die unraveled, naked, sheared)
Her strings contested Nature’s with their awe,
Art’s golden wool outwears the looming Weirds.
This trunk of life is tailored for a fashion,
Yet timeless wove is art’s transcendent passion.
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My love’s as hated as an April snow,
When newborn buds are touched by Winter’s kiss,
A barren stroke which grays all greens that grow,
An unrequited love which springs amiss.
Unseasoned fancies must I put to sleep,
And outward show that which I should not seem,
With silent sighs my split heart’s contents keep,
To unlock life and joy in wondrous dream:
Our love may burnish out the fiery sphere,
Projecting softened light on Dian’s globe,
The tuned sounds may sweet the atmosphere,
The more fool I to dwell in dreaming’s probe.
My spirits oft make oceans out of drams:
To bark and trade my heartstrings but for grams.
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Most sweets their nectar pollen pollinates,
Preserving life before their sap gets sapped;
Yet amber's sweetest resin resonates,
Ambrosia's essence from death's lap gets lapped.
But you, my sweet, are most untimely soured,
Indulgent hungers feed with greedy gluts
On dulcet fares, you're from your prime devoured,
Consumed unsweetly through most seedy guts.
You're like a cloyed, discandied bubblegum,
A sweetened, syrup-sugared pixie dust;
Your cheer gets halved, they're more than double glum,
An eaten snack succumbed through tricksy lust.
Most sweets conserved from death live still distilled,
Yet those most sour that have their fill fulfilled.
Copyright © Jeremy Michael | Year Posted 2017
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Jeremy Michael Poem
If movies are reflections of our world,
Then why does violence play a leading role?
Consenting sex, whose scenes are wrapped and furled,
Is cut in line so gore can score its goal.
The act that violence plays in life is minor
Compared to sex and love, who reign supreme,
And by degrees are viewed as widely finer
Than wrath and hate’s unnatural extremes.
But we inherited from Puritans
Our backwards views on sexual liberation.
While gung-ho guns parade like charlatans,
I’ll forwards choose to duel and match my nation.
When sex and love get demonized, assaulted,
Then fear and hate are glorified, exalted.
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A savage seraph, graceful lioness,
A mortal goddess winning reverence,
A blazing focus, freezing fierce finesse,
A mixture whole: incarnate temperance.
She routs her drought by catching twenty-two,
She courts desire, her record nets acclaim,
She triumphs such, her glories shall ensue,
She grips her lauds unfree from slander’s shame.
The queen of tennis double bagels foes,
She aces breaking points while serving face;
A stirring game, set, match through racket throes,
Her haters’ faults lay long and wide, misplaced.
She’s Nike’s victress, God’s bellissima,
She’s crowned Regina Serenissima.
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