MY POEMS #5 'A Forest/Dusk and Her Embrace'

A Forest/Dusk and Her Embrace
By Jesse Young (2006-2007)

Draped in an allure,
T'was thick as to obscure,
Entrap and beguile its prey.
She the lowly maiden fair,
For whom many hearts despair,
Neither her look nor her gaze,
Whispered mischievous intent.
Playfully naive minx,
Though illustriously aware,
Many men claimed to have saw,
For time immemorial,
She frolicked the woods of yore,
Nubile forest nymph
Possessive of remarkable flair,
But lo! To catch her eyes,
She'd tear you to the brink,
With her disconcerting incise.
In a rare and fleeting moment of surprise,
Bearly a glimpse would suffice,
Decreed to a life sentence.
Inclined to chase this maiden fair,
Far through all woods of yesteryear,
Chasing a blank forgery of a heart,
Long since faded, eroded-imitation,
All but lost,
To the winding passage of time.

SUDDEN FICTION #1 'The Jester, The Joke'

 'The Jester, The Joke'
By Jesse Young (Circa 2006)

Grouchy flies dance ceaselessly.
I see their darting bodies, they do not buzz.
I lie outstretched in a pool - thick foamy substance, floating.
Eyes sunk far back into their sockets.
I squander my time, listlessly, needy, hoping.
Palatable - worry pierces my hardened exterior,
My eyelids flicker tentatively.
Straining, a murky outline,
A marble dais rises above the center of the pool.
A jester takes the stage,
Frolics in an unnerving pantomime,
Transfixed by his deft movements,
I lose myself.
The jester points, into the cold distance, far away.
His cap's bells jingle silently.
I turn, but the darkness that greets me, haunts me.
He urges my attention outward into the nothingness,
I balk, unwilling to explore further.
“Who’s the fool?” his lips jerk, mouthing noiselessly.
Yet I hear his words drift down to me, I know he is right, compounding my ire.
I shut him out, merge with the pool.
I lie outstretched in a pool thick foamy substance, floating
Eyes sunk far back into their sockets
I squander my time, listlessly, gloomily, expiring.
Groping at indefinite ideas,
Please, a vestige of coherence.
Hands feeling, searchingly appealing,
The jester’s face is caked in slime,
The countenance his, for though I no longer see,
The slanted, crooked smile meets my fingers,
The darkness is absolute.

MY POEMS #4 'Separation'

Separation
By Jesse Young (date unknown)

Of circumstance,
distance gained.
A vast expanse,
thus maintained.
Between us just,
proximity taken.
Unseen suffer must,
as if forsaken.
But mere space,
it could never,
be the case,
our love to sever.
So peace find,
happiness; not preclude.
I'll pay in kind,
reunited; love's renewed.

MY POEMS #3 - 'Simple Love Rhyme'

Simple Love Rhyme
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By Jesse Young (2007)

Apple of my eye,
Dissolve the floodgates of my heart.
Diamond of my sky,
It’s through you; I channel my art.
Soother of my soul,
Coddle me with kisses.
I am your devoted foal,
Even if it’s hit and misses.
Our passions spent,
On a heart shaped box,
Sweetly content,
In mismatched socks.
I offered a pair of mittens,
In snappy winter snow,
You gave me three kittens,
So this of you I know...
Throughout the beating squall,
That tempest we cower to see,
You’ve possession of me whole,
Assuage all strife that burdens me.
Carve our names into a tree,
An august picnic under the willow,
It’s love that rends us free,
Your face buried in my pillow.

MY POEMS #2 - 'Terror Tales'

Terror Tales
By Jesse Young (2010)

In lore that bore,
Upon its breast,
Black-winged creatures,
Atop skeletal nest,
Fixation grew,
As to ensue,
A deepening loss.
As thoughts withdrew,
Far, the influence, reality's sway.
A mind unhinged.
Until, words tortured, lead the way.
Sanity soon impinged.
Screamed was madness from the pages.
Byzantine labyrinths evoked,
Terrors yet unknown to these ages,
Cyclopean ruins bespoke.
And above - sat their eyes,
Eagerly to gleam,
Framed in twisted skies,
On the one below,
Bound so to dream,
Of black-winged creatures,
Atop a skeletal world.

MY POEMS #1 - 'I am lonely, will anybody speak to me'

'I am lonely, will anybody speak to me'

By Jesse Young (2011)

Of dreary hue; black, the accursed dog. Its callous sport, to bite me into night.
& ever; black that night - stolen away and kept from light.
My loneliness; stark, saps will – all but gone. Isolation brings, an end to ambition.
& ever, disconnect – bitter taste; nihilist condition.
Once encountered; woe, irrevocable. A malice strike, not easily undone.
& ever, in the thrall – darkness all; battle never won.
Is reaching out; folly? Fatalist notions. Obstructed, colonial mentality.
& ever, misguided – learn to accept banality.
A final plea; hear, an impassioned cry. Optimism, forgotten-renewed.
& ever, still this hope – fleeting chance; shall the black night lift?

Weeky Words #2:

Each week I pull 10 words from the vast ocean of vocabulary and share them for our mutual edification.

Dandle - To move (a small child) up and down on the knees or in the arms in a playful way: "Somebody who was dandled on Queen Victoria's knee must appear an old fogy” ( Edward, Duke of Windsor). To pamper or pet. To play or trifle with; put off with cajolery or trifling excuses; wheedle; cajole. To defer or protract by trifles.

Repartee- A swift, witty reply. Conversation marked by the exchange of witty retorts. Adroitness and cleverness in reply. A repartee is a witty and good-humored answer to a remark of similar character, and is meant to surpass the latter in wittiness. A retort is a keen, prompt answer.

Waggish - Characteristic of or resembling a wag; jocular or witty. Like a wag; abounding in sportive or jocular tricks, antics, sayings, etc.; roguish in merriment or good humor; frolicsome. Humorous in a playful, mischievous, or facetious manner - 'a waggish riposte'.

Prevaricate - To stray from or evade the truth; equivocate. To deviate; swerve from the normal or proper course; stray. To swerve from the truth; act or speak evasively; quibble. In law: To undertake a thing falsely and deceitfully, with the purpose of defeating or destroying the object which it is professed to promote. To betray the cause of a client, and by collusion assist his opponent.

Brown-out - A reduction or cutback in electric power, especially as a result of a shortage, a mechanical failure, or overuse by consumers. A sustained period of low alternating current line voltage When demand for electricty exceeds the available supply, a brownout occurs.

Prostrate - To put or throw flat with the face down, as in submission or adoration: "He did not simply sit and meditate, he also knelt down, sometimes even prostrated himself” ( Iris Murdoch).

Baleful -  Portending evil; ominous. Harmful or malignant in intent or effect. Full of hurtful or malign influence; destructive; pernicious; noxious; direful; deadly: as, “baleful breath,” Full of grief or sorrow; woeful; sad.

Repudiate - to reject as having no authority or binding force: torepudiate a claim. To cast off or disown: to repudiate a son. To reject with disapproval or condemnation: to repudiate anew doctrine.

Fulsome - The state or quality of being fulsome or showing overdone and insincere flatter, characterized by abundance. buttery: unpleasantly and excessively suave or ingratiating in manner or speech; "buttery praise"; "gave him a fulsome introduction"; "an oily sycophantic press agent"; "oleaginous hypocrisy"; "smarmy self-importance"; "the unctuous Uriah Heep"; "soapy compliments."

Garrulous - Given to excessive and often trivial or rambling talk; tiresomely talkative. Talkative; prating; loquacious; specifically, given to talking much and with much minuteness and repetition of unimportant or trivial details.

(Definitions sourced from various reputable online dictionaries, usually in association with wordnik.com)