Your eyes, my mysterious and beautiful, are quite haunting.
But mileage, between the two of us, spectacularly daunting.
Perhaps, my dear, we can at least converse right now a bit,
To simply decide who at the other shall spring a sudden hit.
And those mesmerizing and green eyes are truly riveting.
Prolonged looking at you is to me a constant bloodletting.
The thought of seeing you dancing is always spellbinding.
Not having you here with me is to craziness mind driving.
I love your ever present blackness, it reminds me a little bit
Of some dark things, when still young, I lackadaisically did.
I'm kind of, well, enamored, by your every daylight docility,
Even though, I am always scared of your emotional fragility.
J. Andre Jeski,
New York City, November 7, 2014
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Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Saturday, November 8, 2014
Monday, September 22, 2014
"MY ANSWER TO HER GAME OF WORDS, SORT OF"
Well, I shall, let me say, play,
This thing, you call Game of Words.
And I might even till dawn stay,
To sort out this great puzzle of yours.
I will in front of my screen sit,
Throughout the nights and days.
I will through window look a bit,
Smile to someone, without a face.
So, what would you say to me, from out there?
Woman, spending your nights, by a computer?
Are your work-tired hands covered by grease?
Were you flown in here by plane, from overseas?
Where will you find someone so naïve, like me?
Willing to write these words at night, to Thee?
So, let me finish for now this Game of Words,
When I am here now and free of marital cords...
J. Andre Jeski,
New York City, November 14, 2011
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This thing, you call Game of Words.
And I might even till dawn stay,
To sort out this great puzzle of yours.
I will in front of my screen sit,
Throughout the nights and days.
I will through window look a bit,
Smile to someone, without a face.
So, what would you say to me, from out there?
Woman, spending your nights, by a computer?
Are your work-tired hands covered by grease?
Were you flown in here by plane, from overseas?
Where will you find someone so naïve, like me?
Willing to write these words at night, to Thee?
So, let me finish for now this Game of Words,
When I am here now and free of marital cords...
J. Andre Jeski,
New York City, November 14, 2011
Warning: Unauthorized use of this material, without consent of the author, is a violation of the author's copyrights and might trigger a legal action.
Friday, August 22, 2014
CONFUSED ON THE CROSSROADS
I'm listening to your music,
I'm looking at you, dancing,
On the film of my first love,
That years ago has left me.
The life is quite a mystery,
The love is a tough bargain,
The silence is a constant,
When I call you, out there...
I'm still overwhelmed by desire
For the Holy Grail of sweetness.
The body still blessed with fire,
The mind hasn't lost its quickness.
The dreams are still with me,
The white nights are endless.
Alas, since I can't touch Thee,
My friends call me hapless...
I'm lost among crowd of terrestrials,
Far from sweet land of my brothers.
Where "to have" is on the pedestal,
And graves are not of my fathers.
Tell me, my muse, how am I to recover?
How to get back to my old dreamy ways?
Why with artificial schemes did I bother?
And, how to live the remainder of days?
How to get back, in the river of time,
To wild currents of unrestrained youth?
How to correct the years of missteps,
To find at the end the ever eternal truth?
J. Andre Jeski
New York City, September, 2012
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I'm looking at you, dancing,
On the film of my first love,
That years ago has left me.
The life is quite a mystery,
The love is a tough bargain,
The silence is a constant,
When I call you, out there...
I'm still overwhelmed by desire
For the Holy Grail of sweetness.
The body still blessed with fire,
The mind hasn't lost its quickness.
The dreams are still with me,
The white nights are endless.
Alas, since I can't touch Thee,
My friends call me hapless...
I'm lost among crowd of terrestrials,
Far from sweet land of my brothers.
Where "to have" is on the pedestal,
And graves are not of my fathers.
Tell me, my muse, how am I to recover?
How to get back to my old dreamy ways?
Why with artificial schemes did I bother?
And, how to live the remainder of days?
How to get back, in the river of time,
To wild currents of unrestrained youth?
How to correct the years of missteps,
To find at the end the ever eternal truth?
J. Andre Jeski
New York City, September, 2012
WARNING: Unauthorized use of the above material, without consent of the author, is a violation of author's copyrights and will trigger a lawsuit.
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