I pity these men
who will never find a love
such as I with thee.
Monthly Archives: January 2015
Pm~sleepy time tune
What incredibly large ears this pianist had!!! It is said, and oft repeated, that ones ears continue to grow. I will admit mine to have rather a head start on this; however If such growth has taken place, it is dwarfed by what we see here!
This is a fine example of an unfortunate accident while making a composite photograph wherein the result is much more interesting than the one intended by the photographer or layout artist.
Goodnight world, may your days be full of hope,peace and love. Be kind to each other for when all these things and stuff are gone or useless to us, we are only left with each other.
Namaste
Benjamin
Wanderlust
Very lovely,
girl not Sue not even Sioux;
very lovely indeed.
Sum:
breath
death
Sonnet: Unspent
Her silent feet would pace the night away,
(This feline, onyx, crost my path apace;)
From thwarting silence, thoughts of lost love stray,
(Though padding softly, sporting lost love’s face.)
Appeared she, lofty, when I saw her then.
(Though not sincerely real, an I lament)
I felt her smile, soft; I feel, as when…
(We dwelt in hours, not of ours, spent.)
Love of my heart, O whither hast thou gone!
(Doth silent now and withered step thy wake;)
How empty hath thy pedestal, thereon,
(Condemnt our path–recalleth our mistake.)
But no! lamenting love were wrong; but O!
Unspent, thy steps have left me, long ago.
Intro: Lost
Lost so quietly,
as such things usually go;
does one ever know?
Sonnet XI: I Promise
For Thou art she from whom my Manna flows
And Thou art she for whom I do exist
For Thee I have become a hedonist
For Thee Mine own Desire always grows
For Thou art She from whom my Love arose
And Thou art She with whom I do entwist
For Thee I live with Joy from tryst to tryst
For Thee I Write all Poetry and Prose
For Thee I undertake the mundane world
For Thee I go about my daily deeds
For Thee I show my inner self unfurled
For Thee I set aside all other needs
For Thee I Undertake the Pain to Learn
And Thee To Whom I Someday Will Return
This sonnet is part of a short sequence; click here to read it all:
David Emeron: Sonnets 