Death of Tears --- Loose Sapphic

Death of Tears

Unfettered passions congeal with confusion
each night as in darkness, my mind's journey roams
depths of desire, deviant and untrusting
leaving me despair.

Twisting tourniquets ever-tightening grip
as urges of fantasy relieve torment
in tranquil pools of obsession, life falters
yet intensely grows.

Weeping rivers cast onto downy cushions
meet their demise in sonant voiced billowed plumes
that cosset my fatigued head with caresses
of indulgent dreams.

JF March 16, 2009

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Fool's Mate --- Free Verse

New York to London,
black squares, white squares
Paris then Munich,
Queen's Knight takes pawn.

Oriental streets offer no distraction,
Girly boys cruising, don't catch my eye, sunshine
No matter the city,
The game is the same.

Angelic pawns sliding closer,
Bishopric gods force distractions,
Focus on pieces, moves I'm making,
Check and mate!












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Before the Dawn

The world of stars I see,
Above the Earth each night,
Is where I find my dreams,
Before the dawn’s daylight.

The kiss of dew tastes sweet,
The gift of nature’s rite,
Awake the spites of life,
Before the dawn’s daylight.

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Time Forgot

As time forgot to let me die,
I'm left to age and wonder why,
the days of youth that came and went
are wasted years, a life misspent!


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Queen of the May --- Stave Stanza

She is the queen of starlit nights,
her beauty beyond mortal sights,
one kiss, she will possess my soul,
and dreams of desire she'll cajole,
in merry dance she leads the way,
my queen, and lady of the May.

When seasons call, goddess returns,
to sacred hearts where passions burns,
her song, harmonic cadences,
refreshed by slow Sapphic glances,
summer reborn on hallowed day,
my queen, and lady of the May.

She took my hand and stole my heart,
of this world I'm no longer part,
when blessed lady touched my lip,
the ways of old released their grip,
caught in illusions of freesia spray,
my queen, and lady of the May

JF 10 March 2009

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Sweet The Voice

I walk the lonely streets of hopeless dreams,
Where love has closed my bitter destiny,
The dwellings echo children's frightened screams,
Yet sweet the voice that sings of liberty.

Each brick that tells of greed and hatred's rage,
Possessions reasons for reality,
When life is less than wealth, a darkened age,
Yet sweet the voice that sings of liberty.

To hurt a brother, steal, then kill or maim,
A destined place of cruel insanity,
The tears of mother's hearts, the spoils of fame,
Yet sweet the voice that sings of liberty.

I walk the lonely streets of hopeless dreams,
Yet sweet the voice that sings of liberty.

JF 10 March 2009

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As Children Sleep

A peace descends as children sleep,

when mother sighs, her soul to keep,

The precious times recall the day,

with wine and love, a father's way.

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The Henge

Chilling winds echo setting sun.
carrying time backwards
temple of peace, focal point,
herders’ lands mingle with grain,
where bronzed traders negotiate.


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