The Collector January 6, 2010
Posted by findingherforte in poetry.Tags: anger, collector, feelings, pain, poetry, struggle, wrong
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At first a mere hobby
Your collection of souls
no thought in your method
just dolls with their roles
But their pain became pleasure
for your cold, wicked heart
til scarcely a feeling
you felt on their part
You held the souls tight
Til all hope was lost
you berate and abuse
no matter the cost
Your greed left no room
for warmth or compassion
And it became about numbers
not quality or fashion
And yet you’re surprised
when one day, they left
You took all they had
the worst kind of theft
i know November 22, 2009
Posted by findingherforte in poetry.Tags: doctor, feelings, know, love, mathematician, philosopher, poetry
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i know
you’re not a
mathematician
darling
but your lips
upon mine
made things
a 100 times
better
i know
dearest
that you
are no doctor
but when you
gave
me your heart
(and in return
carefully took mine)
you healed my
every aching wound
i know
love
that your music
playing days
are gone
but
the rhythm
of the constant
beating in your chest
is the perfect
accompaniment
to our early morning
tango
i know
dear
that i am
no philosopher
but i’m confident
that the ingredients
for a perfect romance
are two poets
and the helping hand
of fate
Removing the Blindfold November 18, 2009
Posted by findingherforte in poetry.Tags: blind, feelings, light, love, poetry, strong, sunshine, twinkle
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What a dangerous
sight
that could blind
an immortal
or with
a twinkle
ignite a
hot flame
It could
pierce
any armor
I know
nothing stronger
a force that
puts gravity
to shame
They pulled me
in once
And it’s
there
I remain
But I do
not fear
such a trance
They conjure such
light
gentle but
bright
in darkness
they made everything
right
ReinQuest October 18, 2009
Posted by findingherforte in poetry.Tags: anger, feelings, music, poetry, pretentious
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All that unites
the inventor
and the virtuoso
is the difficultly to
articulate
There’s a sneer
painted
behind the
diversion,
the lying canvas.
And layers of
bohemian scarves
that make
you
feel secure
among
bombastic dissonance
One could
challenge as to
whether this
“masterpiece”
is about nature
at all
or if
maybe
its valor
is merely
self portrait
Is it truly
icebergs
of which this
compilation of notes
describes?
Or those icicles
that adorn your
pretentious features?
critiquing our
every
tremolo
to your
every
ridiculous,
sophisticated
specification
Fossil Lady & Fisherman October 11, 2009
Posted by findingherforte in poetry.Tags: beauty, fate, feelings, fisherman, fossil, lady, life, love, poetry
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Your voice in
my ear
but your body
fifty feet too far
There is
love
and little else
between us
making line crossing
real easy to
ease into
These impressive
impressions
burn into my
skin
leaving me
breathless
at your feats and
marvels
long after this
unGodly hour
is over
Hand to heart
and
heart to hand
as if we
could possibly
cohere what’s already
fused
Golden Hour September 21, 2009
Posted by findingherforte in poetry.Tags: anger, feelings, forever, hope, life, love, poetry, strong, struggle
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Once upon a
golden hour
underneath the
glassy towers
when burdens seemed
too much to shoulder
what patience had
was left to smolder
And there I sat
against a wall
afraid that I
had lost it all
You took my heart
in both your hands
and tried your best
to understand
The wind grew cold
but you stayed warm
protect my heart
from this icy storm
Let worries melt
in this golden hour
what remnants left
are forever ours
the fragile things September 19, 2009
Posted by findingherforte in poetry.Tags: dream, fate, feelings, hope, life, love, physics, poetry, struggle
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dot your eyes
with hearts
and sighs
as dreams drift
and linger like
the scent of summer
the green of
summer
putting up a
fight
this year
against the
inevitable orange
transition
that tears us
limb from limb
heart from heart
end to start
nostalgia
like an old
gym sock
come back to
mock
what’s left to
rot
annoyed at
the stability
of lovers, readily
rebuilding
the fragile things
time
rips apart
no one
really
departs
from a bond
like this
more than mere
molecular
chemistry
it’s truly
spectacular
how you move
the unmovable
breaking laws
and taking hearts
(only mine
of course)
let’s not play
pretend
we both know
it’s real
start to end
grains of sand August 30, 2009
Posted by findingherforte in poetry.Tags: fate, feelings, forever, future, life, love, past, poetry
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As day
died
down into
the night,
all spirit
left
was twinkling light,
I noticed us,
an unusual sight,
my past and
my future on the
left and the right
The Past
barely noticed
the breath-taking
display
and only just
sat there with
nothing to say
Though I’d
swear at one
instant, I saw
but a glimmer
as he too
began to
remember
And the Future
stood tall
emitting such light
that one off
hand
glance and I’d
forget it was
night
He promised eternity
with his hand
in mine
and for once
in my
life
I knew I’d
be fine
Physics + Fate August 21, 2009
Posted by findingherforte in poetry.Tags: bus, fate, feelings, life, love, physics, poetry, pressure, struggle
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You could have
blamed
the swaying
the tossing and
turning
of wanting and
yearning
but it was
really
Fate’s crazy
counterpart
Circumstance
playing naughty tricks
on two already
anxious
lovebirds
gravity tugs
at our heart
strings
but its pull
is dwarfed by
what your eyes
have done
reeling me in and
buckling my knees
so nonchalant
I can feel your
want
so many sensations
though no contact
to speak of
to blame
to give this feeling a name
And this poetry
in motion
will remain
in motion
until an outside Force,
or the next bus stop,
gets in our way
And even then
we’ll put up a
fight
It’s shocking
that this
vessel
can withstand the
pressure
the tension
emanating
occupying the three
inches
between us,
space meant to
spare those whose
presence
we ceased
to recognize
after hazel met
green,
space that
we would very
much like
to be rid of
no tears would
be shed at
its disappearance
but clothes might
A Quatre Mains August 14, 2009
Posted by findingherforte in poetry.Tags: charm, fate, feelings, heartbeat, life, love, poetry, sunshine
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[written July 14, 2009]
Dryer sheets
and sunshine
never thought
you’d be mine
to pull in close
who missed who
the most?
stand back folks
and don’t look him
in the eye
you’ll never wanna say
goodbye to
the man with
more charm in
two hands,
two magical hands,
than most possess
in full
breaking the
rules
without mercy
devour
fingertip to collarbone
satisfying,
no denying,
the hunger
And it hasn’t quite
hit me yet,
though I have
fallen face first,
the magnitude of
fate shifting
shaking and quaking
in my favor
savor this once
in a lifetime chance
savor
the taste of
sweet nothings
gracing this
noteworthy moment, so
real
me in
With you
even the highway
sounds like music
and the light
dances
ever so lightly
on your eyelashes
as you gaze back
in time
I’m afraid to blink
terrified of what
might pass in
a heartbeat
a single, eager
heartbeat
