Upon receiving an inclination to begin walking

The man before him on the dust-filled path
whose figure (creviced in the sun-light splayed)
soft approached, withal seeming words he hath
intended for our hero to have ta’en.
“You wander, my good man, with no regrets?
I could not do as you do, I confess,
for I have much in wealth I could not leave.
Why travel you in such despondency?
Great [...]

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Undone

If I were but
Seventeenth-century fare
and sweet, I
would not mind your
worn conceit, for I
would love you.  More
than she, dare I entreat?

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Boredom-Induced Gibberish in 14, Somewhat Coherent, Lines

Oh what to do when one is bored
But write in verse with structured form
Belabored time which passes by
In incremental wistful sighs
Constrained, but to confabulate
This boredom must to correlate
With thoughts on which to masticate
The hope is to eradicate
The semblance of a slothful mind
For that of which is truth divined
But now I must reticulate
On things hard to [...]

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Tears

As teardrops fall from saddened eyes
Down rolls and hills of facial climes
With trails of mem’rys fresh and clean
Remembering what might have been
They fall away to places new
Away from those that they once knew
But pray, don’t fade as teardrops do
Or as memories are prone to do
For drops of tears fall not to ground
But to the heart, [...]

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The Critics

“Man is dumb,” dear Plato says, “To imitate is quite a sin.”
But Aristotle sees the good, and lets the valued reader in.
In zeitgeist Horace holds his stock, while [Lon]‘Ginus finds his taste innate,
And judgment to the audience, and lit’rature, salvation great.
Sydney says, “Be like the Lord, to people, morals must be fed.”
And Dryden, to the [...]

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Literary Criticism

Introduction
The task at hand is to divine the right-
-ful way in which to come to full enlight-
-enment about that which is lit’rature,
That all may understand, and thus, concur.
For truth, in seeking, many questions do arise
As myriads of people theorize.
And each is certain his own path is straight,
And willing then and there to demonstrate.
For with opinion [...]

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A Poem

As ink of poesy seeps into
The fading lines of faint light blue
Upon the parchment stiff and clean
From reams of thoughts – inspired dreams –
Pulsing, beating, thriving words
Which breathe and sing with dreams deferred.
Composed with platelets, endstops, blood
Of grief and love emoting floods
Of deluged pathos satisfied
By angst and rapture occupied.
With sinews stitched to punctuate,
And concepts with [...]

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Shakespearean Sonnet VI Revisited

A chill and peasant lone extremity,
Let not it overcome thy youthful shine.
Instead, with chosen consort, duplify,
Lest murder you that gift in which is thine.
No repercussion shall you intimate,
As replications yield thee life ten-fold.
So father now a child to satiate
The happiness of ten lives found in one.
Thus blessedness compounds with reverie
Of offspring there in present multiplied
The [...]

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Mysterium Tremendum et Fascinans

Of numinous phantasmagoria
that tread the glassy sea,
and from my fettered wits I am released,
of this is my epiphany.

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