Verses
Copyright 2017 Anthony Pellegrino
Table of Contents
Part 1: To Walk Alone
Part 2: A Poetic Discourse on Love
Preface
This collection of verses is from years past when youthful na?vete played a role in my life. The writings are the ones that were not lost, thrown away, or among other items stolen within a desk drawer. Although one may classify the lines as poetry, I wrote most of them before I ever read a poem or had a true concept of "poetic structure". Furthermore, the following utterances were originally recorded on notebook paper, cocktail napkins, drink coasters, and other mediums receptive to pens and pencils. I kept the final written copies in Black Notebooks marked "Verses". The notebooks and most of the early poems are lost victims to time. These mere lines of connected words are a product of an introspective and philosophical mind. Although a psyche in a search for truth, the poetic mind is a companion to hope. I do not write poems anymore...
Part 1: To Walk Alone
A fool needs not his anonymity
For one may never hide from solitude.
Listen, has it ever been this silent?
The Escape
A couple solemnly walks
Then stopping at a stone.
A winter day's remembrance
Of the one who is gone.
The flutter of an eyelash
To send a tear away
From the fretful fragile source
A reddened cheek to stray.
It crawls along so slowly
The destination near.
A flit from the frosty lash
Sends down another tear.
The second tear to follow
But captured by a kiss
The first escapes off the chin
To freefall in the mist.
Living upon older days
Young faculties to find.
Existing in a youthful day
But aged within a mind.
Astute is the erudite
Who realizes ignorance.
Too old to be- too young to see
Aged cognizance.
I lean back unto the sky
So far away my gleaming eye.
I grasp unto a hand of air
Indicative of our despair.
Thus for now I shall exist
Exist within a tree
A tree which has given
To perspicacity.
But if I didn't breathe
I'd never lose my breath
And this tree shall never heed
To an utterance of death.
The Insane Poet
From an institution a scream
Cries for a revolution.
A fallen mind's contribution.
Yes, a breath I have spoke before
But if then a fallen mind
What is now rendered?
I hear the call of withered will
From the cellar I hear weeping
Scarcely a frustrated yell.
The persecuting empathy
Upon feeble legs the burden
And what of pain, may we learn?
But there is not to be reason!
Merely false axioms.
Ah, the placating utterance
The curse of self importance.
Belief, another condition
Heed thus a divine volition.
I incessantly battle truth!
I shall condemn opposition!
But I shall condemn no person?
May I question causality?
Yes, to realize I am nothing.
To digress from this a mental death.
Thus speaks an insane poet...
A walk in the rain, such peace I attain.
I jump and wave in oddning guise
Unto a man who cannot see.
But many others passing by
Wave unto, though never she.
She passes, sweetly
As the birds who fly discretely.
I enter thru the edifice
The edifying slur.
Sylphonic greetings float along
Arriving thus as words.
I imbibe the syllables
Again they dissipate
Twisting, undeciphered
Intoxicating the brain.
I to sit befuddled
Behind a wall, a glass.
Marbles role in kindness
I flutter she to pass.
Foolish, quixotic
A difference embraced.
Mingling, intervening
So much differentiates.
Augustine
I own no pictures.
I have a memory and a mirror in case I forget.
Look within the eyes of ingenuous intent
A time for a bathing?
A dirty child condemned to hell!
I was cleansed before my education
The living truth the abandoned role defied.
It has led from purity to this insidious labyrinth
The ubiquitous Lucifer looming 'round the corner
He and I face to face, 'yes, follow me to hell!'
And I have followed.
Oh breasts of sweetest milk
She, fashionably audacious
To gracefully feast as the lion on her prey
Swallowing my strength today.
Onward thru perplexity
Picking plump grapes along the way.
Their succulence explodes
Within my lustful mouth.
She appears lying before me,quivering, screaming
Hades' queen, the river flows as my soul bursts
Cursed by anomalies.
Augustine laughing, human hell.
Thus we create, thus we falter
And thus we are alone.
Barefoot thru the grass
To run within the trees
Then lay my weary head- alas
Upon a hill too steep.
I look unto the clouds
They move mystically
Into forms that arouse
My mind to wandering.
The clouds across the way
Looming dark and gray
Billows full of moisture
Stalking on their prey.
A volition to consume
Swallowing the light of day
But I cherish deep and true
For I know their moody way.
These impending clouds
Are taking back their sky
And once again the rain to fall
As tears from my eyes.
So fresh and very soothing
The rain falls from my face.
For this I give gratitude
To clouds of sullen grace.
Let us run along the azure
The faster, we can follow
Until it comes upon itself
An imagery to borrow.
I shall live upon the breeze
Floating along the scent of blossom
The dissipating dandelion
The breath of child.
Listen to the rumbling
If gray, then be it gray
Insignificants of white
As they say the mind to brain.
But the crowds amass
And I, I to fleeing.
You were never there
But of you I was dreaming.
Ah- the piece of driftwood
Sprawled upon the sand
Until a voice undulates
Set a sail again.
(an innocent bystander)
And I, confused by
the plight of human emotion, took unto flight, to find where the water meets the ominous sky...
Kurt's Song
I see no footprints.
The breeze today has ceased.
I left few among the place
Where we never could believe.
They could never know
He knew not of me.
Among the ones with saddened tongues
Their physiognomy.
Upon a tongue the dirges
Poignantly lament a loss
And I held her within my arms
Our tears, our cheeks to touch.
Somehow I have footprints
So faintly they impress
For day to day and night by night
I wish a star to gleam
Hoping so agnostically
With my philanthropy.
The circle ceased today
Disintegrate to ash
For this a love so lasting
Shall never come to pass.
The footprints which were four
Then three then four again
Forever have me longing
For a lover and a friend.
But now the prints of two
So faint and how they fall
Disfigured by the rain
Of a blue cloud so small.
The cloud has lost its vision
The arrow fades as breath
For the cherub archer
Too ingenuous for death.
A thought of self today.
What of a thought without?
Nothing impeding nature
What would love exist for?
Would love still live?
This a helpless wish
As footprints lead away
Unto agnostic bliss.
They'll return again someday!
But never seen again.
An elegy I contend
For what is now pretend.
They once stepped so deep
Then so lightly they did creep
A print from days of yore
The sand shall feel no more.
The three remain so cold
So cold and solemnly silent.
They've not a wish for love
Nor a thought of violence.
The blue clouds are dry
The dirges are misplaced
A tongue no longer mourns
The arms will not embrace.
Wishes to the stars
Are merely memories.
A past print of two
Now walks with steps of three.
The world without change
Scarce thoughts of thee
Nearly as the footprints
never had been seen.
I've learned an ancient secret
With you I cannot share
For this secret's so untrue
But of this I'm unaware?
To walk alone, merely as one
Separate from a greater sum.
Though if a mind will not conserve
A precious thought of that observed
Then it's a passion's sad effect
To heed a system must affect
And though, seemingly not to be
He the system the system he.
What is essential to survive?
The medium which makes us strive.
Thus yearning love and hope and dreams
And fueling fear and lust and greed.
But I contend the innocent
We're lost with our intelligence.
And missing is the innocence
So lost within our ignorance.
For it's this entity of self
The other myths I shall dispel
It has a soul feeling as one
Not of the whole, the greater sum.
A Blossom Defiled
A temporary wakening to a permanent sleep
Fresh drops of innocence
Glisten tender blossoms of spring.
But an infectious breeze will ravish the petals
A tear not yet found, an innocence to stray
Then a season commits treason
And takes the rain away.
oh, I so await the autumn...
Please dim the scathing light
With refreshing drops of banter.
Then may the cold prepare for death
In the passion of the winter.
I lifted my head from the bed
The room was still and silent.
I heard an unfamiliar sound
From outside in the distant.
It crept up like the light of day
Before making itself known.
By the time I knew it footsteps
They'd left- and I was alone.
When you're walking all alone
Thru a heavy winter snow
You see a set of footprints
Do you feel the less alone?
For somebody not yet there
Our footprints walk together
Then followed to a street lamp
And witnessed by the weather.
Then the prints before me ceased
Halfway across the river
When I walked upon the bridge
The thought had made me quiver.
They went not left, nor ahead
Thus I looked over the rail
To fight the freezing river
For a life- to no avail?
But I didn't have to try
For what was to be had been
So onward I continued
Thru the crossroad of an end.
But I heard another thought
From somebody yet to come
For they had seen two sets of prints
And then there was only one.
I have built myself a kingdom
It's fit for any queen.
We pleasure in the finest gin
We sip the choicest tea.
I have built myself a castle
Within a princess lives.
She never deems to wear a crown
Her royalty within.
I have built myself a palace
A peeress walks the floor
With elegance and dignity
Forever I'll adore
I have built myself a mansion
A parvenu my bride
Her caring heart worth more than gold
Though from the world to hide
I have built myself a cottage.
I love my maiden fair.
I feel so safe in her embrace
I have no other cares
I have built myself a shelter
It protects me from the cold.
I have built myself a shelter
And here I stay alone.
Oh stand alone little blossom
Bathe in the refreshing rain
It is an early autumn for you
And winter moves unyieldingly toward.
The change of seasons, colors
Weather, life and death
And winter has arrived
All too early & clear in heart and mind.
I gaze thru the lovely rain
My garden smiling, near bloom.
I need one, there for me
And after a blossom is placed a seed.
The soothing peaceful rainfall
The beautiful flowers of spring
The changing of the seasons
And a mind's futility.
Whispers are lightly ushered thru windows ajar
As a breeze softly speaking to fluttering petals.
Listen closely, they lightly laugh
Of a love gone astray, a dream laid to rest.
And who am I to scoff a fallen dream?
To realize the mind creates,
And the mind takes away?
Life, a cesspool of doubt and insecurity;
Of fear, bruised hope, and love, & love is illusion
But I watch her innocence rise and fall
With the breath that moves her lovely bosom.
The same breath of innocence
That laid a kingdom to rest-
That has tumbled the strong- who never was,
Who doesn't care to be.
Now let us end our daydream
As autumn approaches near
When leaves are falling from the sky
As a soul of doubt and fear...
Part 2: A Poetic Discourse on Love
April, a kind month- to flowers and friends...
Unto me as gentle rain
A whispering soft snow.
To glide across a moonlit pond
To tap upon our boat.
Sailing with the sunset
Away a feather flees.
Within her arms, upon the breasts
A moment meant to be?
They're a lovely pink, as the carnation
And lusciously full, a soft temptation.
Sending a whisper that graces the air
Gentle the dove, a passion to share.
A blue as a bird amid the white snow.
They sweetly to paint a kind hearted soul.
The flit of a lash, a glance unto me
A raise of the brow, a heart to feel free.
Sweet perfection, thin and thus subtle
A little smile, the cutest wrinkle.
A tenuous line, touch precious dimples
Oh the countenance, beautiful, simple.
A golden nuance, soft, provocative
Flowing a touch, dangling the skin.
The ends lie upon the light tender flesh
Long and sensuous, to feel a warm breath.
Yes, the foundation a thought rests upon
As strong as life, but supple the fawn.
Away the wet eye for extending grace
Stable, delicate, a loving embrace.
Firm, breathtaking, molded mounds of flesh
So soft to the touch, upon my head rests.
Unworthy my hands- simple perfection
To soothe and arouse, a heart's affection...
It is affection that now of I speak. This which renders submissive while gently lifting hearts unto eternal ideals- breathless, faint, willingly oblivious to society, to the world our mind creates. Oh how I strive to revel in the bliss forever. And this, nature's loveliest creation, it's more calming than the whispering brook- only heard within a silent solitude. It's more comforting than an April rain- cleansing the air, easing the sullen mind. It's sweeter than the softest melody- soothing the broken heart as well the beast. It's more lifting than a subtle sunrise- granting the world another day of dreams. But with a vibrant sunset, I digress. And I, when a child's curiosity, to surely seek out that which was not known. And I, who was told these feelings lustful, would I then be inclined to seek the lust? Yes, sex and admiration, the mind and the body, the mental and physical desires, needs, wishes for companionship, these were convoluted interventions. To place love high upon a pedestal and gaze upward in unbelieving awe, but only folly! Alone, though to alienate oneself, the tears fall soft as the April rain. They weave timid as the whispering brook. They soothe the heart as the sweet melody. To gently wipe them away with the dawn. To dream with the sunset, again they fall.