Poems by Jan De Raeymaeker

The Butt --------- Don't forget the butt Do you feel sorry for it? Shake your head sadly at its down-trodden looks So abused, now frayed and thrown away But observe the lipstick on its collar It has felt the embrace of a woman Or some painted lips Has been ignited: set on fire with desire Has been loved – however briefly Has been longingly handled, touched: caressed Sucked on wantonly Pulled into a heaving chest It lies now, not looking the best: broken Its core crudely, publicly, exposed Its heart torn open Used and tarred, then discarded Look at that butt Feel your pity But remind yourself It has known more life and love than most in this city ...

TABLE OF CONTENTS Car conch 5 Canal, early morning 6 Wind and demon 7 The Butt 8 Playthings 9 History 11 Wet drive 12 Silhouette street 13 Hug 14 The key 15 Steeple 16 Love sleeps 17 Rush 18 Lost scobe 20 A miracle at Michaels 21 Delusion 22 Searching for words 23 Mawes 24 This face 25 She puzzled 26 Finding his fun 27 Olive 29 Street-sweeper 30 Fire waking 31 Collectables 32 Beating my boundaries 33 Coffee quiff 34 Bite 35 The sparkling raspberry 36 In search of sin 37 Beautiful Slant 38 Burning morning 39 Wait at the Tate 40 Stifled life 41 Knee pop 42 Miserable weather 43 Mate of fate 44 Old Dublin anew 45 A ma 47 Dublin city marathon 48 ...

Poems by Jan De Raeymaeker

Sound me ---------- Sound me. Am I not round in your mouth? Do I split your lips? Make you spit? Do I make you bite your tongue? Push the syllables out wrongly? Do I make you gnash? Tangle you in a toothed trap? Sound me. I am round in your mouth. I make yours’ open with a pout. Make you lovingly form me And long to breathe me out. ...

Dank 5 Me enemy 6 Stones far from home 8 Machine cleaned 9 Insightful incite 10 Around the Park 12 God bless 13 Sound me 14 Seamus 15 Cackle 16 Madcap and Dove 17 Drifting off 18 Dis Deus 19 Donegal 20 Abandon God 21 Earlsfort and Irish 22 Not good enough 23 Burnt Dahlias 24 Straight 25 Fight to be Me 26 An end 27 On yer bike 28 Functional family 29 Spit 30 Mobile’s cry 31 Pot-bellied Percy 32 Sixteen years 33 Northside lights 35 The pup 36 The covering 37 Lecher 38 Hock 40 Conjoined sugar 41 Poorness 42 The Crowd 43 Bodlian weed 45 Tortoise shell 46 First to go 47 The end of the line 48 Witness to a Trip 49 ...

This anticreation is a 1990-2006 experimental poetry collection. It intends to be the worst book and in the same time the best trash published in the United States and maybe in the world....

Good Morning This is GOD. I will be handling all your problems today. I will not need your help. So, have a nice day!

A new collection of the author's original poetry.

Burning:1 Burning 2 Un-Meaning Answering Stones Architectures No Track One Leaf Direction The Seas It Doesn’t Last Tangled History, Futures Programme Singing In The Silence Human Gatherers Of Light Powerless Directions Mind Through You I See Make Riding The Earth Orbits The Silent Fire Arrow-flights Turnover Beyond Specifics Night Music Experience Not By Naming Getting There Looking Back One Pure Mindless Flow Why We Are Here Between Layers All That Freedom Go Through Later The Same River Chinese Lanterns Angular Branching Fir The Force Between Not An Inch Brush Cityscape ‘Master of Heights And Distance’ Transparent Sideways On Revealing Mind All One Mind-Dance Neither/Nor Moving Earth The Secret Earthshine Good And Empty Sacred Purposeless Ease Quieter Siva On The Wall Classics Heritage Flotsam Stone Age Unreal City Deep Alba White Silk All Movement Fragile Give, Resist Love The Peace of Dark Getting Naked Star-Bound Chinese Wisdom: Very Ancient Thousands Flaw Elsewhere Power Not Alone Index of First Lines...

This book contains a collection of poems compiled by the author.

Theological Immortal Romance is an Elysian love story written in poetic form by author Kevin Brian Wright about, love, devotion, and the angelic beauty of his beloved - Isabella. Within the story the reader embarks on a spiritual journey of love and romance seen through the eyes of the author. Many transcendental occurrences evolve during this journey through each chapter of the book. With each poem you are visually enlightened by his reverence and love to her. Mystery transpires within the pages as does the truth of his divine heart. Her beauty and their love are haunting to all who read. Theological Immortal Romance is just the key to the beginning of this sacred and mysterious love affair with many doors still to be opened....

A second volume of short stories and poetry translated from the Hebrew.

A series of poems written during 2015.

Chapbook of poems made in past few months. Randomly selected. I hope that you would enjoy in them. Cheers.

A fantasy fiction, based on the legend about dr. Faust.

THE SONNET Give those Immortals who’ve become swollen With pride, the benefit of the doubt, ‘Twas through their doings that they have fallen, This is what their sojourn was e’er about. Yearnings of going back to their own sphere, Within themselves intensely they’ve carried, Ad infinitum bound to interfere, In human affairs for’er stay buried. Tho’ longing for their abode o’er cloud nine, Anacamptic sound of harps in their hearts, They can’t evade it, but must lay supine, Unable to outsmart the Cupid’s darts. Knowing not what picking up this cherry Entails, they moan: Enjoy life, be merry! Meph ...

Edmund Spenser (1552?-1599) was an English Renaissance poet often considered to be the foremost poet of his time by many of his contemporaries. His early career, much like Virgil's, was spent writing pastoral and elegiac verse, but The Faerie Queene is his masterpiece, an unfinished allegorical epic intended to depict Aristotle's twelve moral virtues (twelve also being the number of books subsequently divided into twelve cantos for a proper epic), though he was only able to finish six. The poem is written entirely in what has come to be known as the Spenserian stanza: nine lines, eight of iambic pentameter followed by one of iambic hexameter rhyming ababbcbcc. The fairy queen, Gloriana, represents the glory of heaven and Queen Elizabeth I simultaneously. She is holding her twelve-day feast, each day of which the adventures in the twelve books were to take place, though in keeping with the epic tradition the first book does not begin at the beginning of the first day, but in medias res with the Red Cross Knight already on his adventure. Subsequently each book is meant to portray—in the embodiment of its corresponding knight—one of th...

I Lo! I the man, whose Muse whylome did maske, As time her taught, in lowly shephards weeds, Am now enforst, a farre unfitter taske, For trumpets sterne to chaunge mine oaten reeds, And sing of knights and ladies gentle deeds; Whose praises having slept in silence long, Me, all too meane, the sacred Muse areeds To blazon broade emongst her learned throng: Fierce warres and faithfull loves shall moralize my song. II Helpe then, O holy virgin, chiefe of nyne, Thy weaker novice to performe thy will; Lay forth out of thine everlasting scryne The antique rolles, which there lye hidden still, Of Faerie knights, and fayrest Tanaquill, Whom that most noble Briton Prince so long Sought through the world, and suffered so much ill, That I must rue his undeserved wrong: O helpe thou my weake wit, and sharpen my dull tong. III And thou, most dreaded impe of highest Jove. Faire Venus sonne, that with thy cruell dart At that good knight so cunningly didst rove, That glorious fire it kindled in his hart, Lay now thy deadly heben bowe apart, And with thy mother mylde come to mine ayde: Come both, and with you bring tri...

Introduction THE FAERIE QUEENE Commendatory Verses Dedicatory Sonnets Book I: The Legend of the Knight of the Red Crosse Canto I Canto II Canto III Canto IV Canto V Canto VI Canto VII Canto VIII Canto IX Canto X Canto XI Canto XII Book II: The Legend of Sir Guyon Canto I Canto II Canto III Canto IV Canto V Canto VI Canto VII Canto VIII Canto IX Canto X Canto XI Canto XII Book III: The Legend of Britomartis Canto I Canto II Canto III Canto IV Canto V Canto VI Canto VII Canto VIII Canto IX Canto X Canto XI Canto XII Book IV: The Legend of Cambel and Triamond Canto I Canto II Canto III Canto IV Canto V Canto VI Canto VII Canto VIII Canto IX Canto X Canto XI Canto XII Book V: The Legend of Artegall Canto I Canto II Canto III Canto IV Canto V Canto VI Canto VII Canto VIII Canto IX Canto X Canto XI Canto XII Book VI: The Legend of Sir Calidore Canto I Canto II Canto III Canto IV Canto V Canto VI Canto VII Canto VIII Canto IX Canto X Canto XI Canto XII Book VII: Two Cantos of Mutabilitie Canto VI Canto VII Canto VIII About the Editor Also from William Ra...

Complex are the ways of life. Difficult it is to describe them in Black & White. Emotions are many; Words are few. And those who know them are far and few Life is a book of poems; And this is mine. Beautiful or ugly, you determine. ...

Standing frail, she diffused her smell far and wide. Not a man who was not attracted to this beauty of fairies. Not a man who didn’t wish to appropriate her for self. But her misty eyes were still poignant for love. For which vulnerability, the men staged duals a plenty. Yet she remained Virgin, for none had the limbs enough. The luxury of choice she didn't have, But her heart plotted a rebel nevertheless. An evening clouded the Sun of the West. When the sounds of prayer were sent in the air with smell. But the dog the men are, they heard only smell. And she remained Virgin, for none had the ears enough. In the morning of the sun after an endless night of hope. She dreamt of a prince of valor, chivalry and a lovely soul. He came to rescue her from the grip of darkness. And embraced her in his arms with love and dearness. Alas! Her dream broke for it was a day-dream in the Sun. And she remained Virgin, for had she not the eyes enough. . Never did she like the shabby wires inside her head. And gave all credit to her heart, eyes, face and smell. Finally, she turned to her mind in despair for help. And the a...

Virgin No More Love with the Night The Rain Desert Climb Up the Ladder I Met Her He Was Walking In Search of the One The Last Train The Dividing Line | The Seashore ...

Poems from 1977 - 2012

Part 1 - A Lifetime Part 2 - The Seasons Part 3 - The Months Part 4 - The Hours Part 5 - The Minutes Part 6 - The Seconds

Inspirational poetry

Poetry is muse

Large voulme

A modernized translation of Chaucer's selected shorter poems, retaining as much of Chaucer's diction and rhymes as possible.

Truth Nobleness Lack of Steadfastness To Rosamund Fickleness Merciless Beauty

These songs can be read as poetry as the reader sees the changes that the writer goes through as he ages and what themes have entered into his conscience....

The following is an excerpt from the title song that illustrates this. "Take me by my fortunes Show me right from wrong Make me dance a waltzing step Following my songs Spinning 'round my weary eyes Can only see what's inside Gentle Dreams and Simple Truths That time has taught me to hide." Songs by Keith Wayne Phillips ...

Gentle Dreams and Simple Truths- Songs by Keith Wayne Phillips Contents- Page Introduction 9 Songs- 1) Troubled World 10 2) An Unfulfilled Dream 13 3) I Am Getting Older 15 4) A Question 17 5) I’ve Had Dreams 19 6) Be Alone 21 7) Francine’s Dreams 23 8) Feeding Time 26 9) I’ll Get By 29 10) To D.D. 31 Songs continued- Page 11) I Was Born In Summer 33 12) I Knew A Girl 36 13) A Look At Christmas 39 14) Poem- Song For Darkness 41 15) Early Thought 42 16) Walkin’ To San Francisco 43 17) Where Are You Now? 46 18) Still Wondrin’ Why 48 19) Poem- To Claire 50 20) It’s April 52 21) Road To Freedom 54 22) The Songwriter 56 23) I Sing My Songs For You 59 24) If You Want To 61 25) To Sing My Song 63 26) Candle 65 27) Try To Love 67 28) While The World Goes By 69 29) Some Say 72 30) She Is The Reason 74 31) If I Were American 76 32) I Feel So Happy 77 33) I’ve Seen The World 79 34) Oh Blues 82 35) Biggest And The Best 84 36) Poem- Return To Dust 86 37) Poem- Gather 88 38) Steady Job 92 40) Got The Blues 94 41) Tak...

Selected Poems from Dante's verse.

‘Guido, i’ vorrei che tu e Lapo ed io’ Guido, I wish that Lapo, you, and I, ‘Voi che savete ragionar d’Amore’ You who know the languages of Love, ‘Io son venuto al punto de la rota’ I have reached that point of the circuit ‘Al poco giorno e al gran cerchio d’ombra’ - Sestina I have come, alas, to the great circle of shadow, ‘Amor, tu vedi ben che questa donna’ – Double Sestina Love you may see how truly this lady ‘Così nel mio parlar voglio esser aspro’ I wish my speech to be as harsh ‘A ciascun’alma presa e gentil core’ To every single gentle heart and loving, ‘Spesse fiate vegnonmi a la mente’ Frequently I muse within my mind ‘Amore e ‘l cor gentil sono una cosa’ Love and the gentle heart are one thing, ‘Io mi senti’ svegliar dentro a lo core’ Within my heart I felt the sudden stir ‘Gentil pensero che parla di vui’ There is a gentle thought that often springs ‘Di donne io vidi una gentile schiera’ Of ladies I saw a noble gathering, ‘Onde venite voi così pensose?’ Where are you coming from so pensively? ‘De gli occhi de la mia donna si move’ From my lady’s eyes there glows ‘Ne le man vostre, gentil donna...

Poems original written (but not submitted) for the Waitrose Year of Poetry competition.

...A cycle of poems of yes and no, rumors of life dancing on this islet sphere riding the blind career of outward motion. These rhymes are threnodies and hosannas among nurseries and crypts, hummings to fright hants habiting dingy trails through a wilderness, attempts to stay awhile this side the lichgate by becoming a gossip for the ineffable. They are a literary aesthetic concerning the quicksilver bric-a-brac on the shelves of this what-not of becoming, a naming of smoke, a grasping at echoes, that I might hide in posterity's pocket another day, another night, beyond the terrible hunger of the past's insatiable forgetting. They are wild habits of reluctance. ...

These are a collection of poems compiled by the author, Florentin Smarandache.