Acrostic 2

Phrynichus

Persia raised her mighty hand and

High upon a tragic hill

Ravaged poor Miletus, beloved lesser town.

Incensed the crying crowd declared

Never to be played again, yet

Imitations still abound among the sands of time.

Copycat, oh copycat, is there another way

Have you not discovered that we all die in vain?

Underneath the burning grit the years have passed away

Still men in masks and cowboy boots, strut upon the stage.

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Quatrain 1

Shall I compare you to a play

where summer fairies come to dance,

while courtly ladies sleep all day

and foolish Robin fouls his chance?

Too often plays are but a dream

where asses come a reveling,

and times are not quite what they seem.

Titania's dreams unraveling.

But you dear player to the stars

Making all sweet dreams come true,

Causing the restless heart of Mars

to twinkle as the morning dew.

Shall I compare you to a play?

Or rhyme you to a summer's day?

While shamed planets hide from view

                                     No sparkling star shall outshine you.

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What Are You Thinking

What are you thinking you sang

eyes shining with a passion that raised my blood to flame

spider plants swayed in tune from their perch on the wall

to laughed at my opiate whirl

what are you thinking you smiled

the corners of your mouth curling upward

while sweet tunes filled my heart with primal music

and my mouth dried like a desert wind

what are you thinking you whispered

the quicksand of your words poured lead on my helpless soul

and drew me entranced to your side

while the sweet nectar of your lips brushed my cheek

what are you thinking you purred softly

the room swam in a gossamer cloud

and I drowned in the pools of your eyes

adrift in a sea of my own making

what are you thinking you laughed

through the calamity of the moment

as I sank beneath the pain of my existence

and gasped like a drowning man

what are you thinking you sighed

your breasts played a symphony to my cries

then silently slowly you drew me down

the warm moisture of our bodies caressed the dry winter air

what are you thinking you breathed

hours passed like seconds

as my soul rushed through space

lost in your sad brown orbs

what are you thinking you cooed

as the arch of your body drew me across the tide

where I wept warm tears

locked in the joy of your charms

what are you thinking I smiled

as we probed the melody of night

wrapped in a dream of our own passing

while our laughter rang through the years 

Dave Stelmach: InfiniteLonging

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Stron...: Infinite Longing When it grows just like you Strong, steady, streaming, teaming Wild life constant flowing   Bubbling chur...

Infinite Longing

When it grows just like you

Strong, steady, streaming, teaming

Wild life constant flowing

 
Bubbling churning passionate harmony

Seasons melting, sun shining

Drink from your waters relief

 Refreshing, reflecting distance between

Dim sightless seeing

Transparent webs linking

Your spirits in twine

Hearing, thinking knowing, loving

Crying body crawls

Across the line on hand and knee

Captured in your embrace

Love for no reason

No rhyme nor season

Loving the quiet of your soul

The road leads circling

Bending, trying path

Beyond the endless wandering

Filling our infinite longing

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Dave Stelmach: Sonnet 9

Dave Stelmach Photography: Sonnet9
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Sonnet 9

Sweet tender night with soft and silken charms,

Compassionate beyond day's blinding light,

Enfold my love with soft caressing arms,

Protect her when no longer in my sight.

Quite often is the daylight harshly dressed,

Enflaming hearts ignited by a spark.

Inversion's gripping fingers quite obsessed,

Indifferent to the sun's outlandish lark.

But you sweet night with milky moonlit star,

All Wrapped within a nocturne's pensive stream.

Hang high in perfect silence from afar,

And ride the mystic moisture of a dream.

Hold tightly closed dread time's relentless door,

For lover's hearts enrapt forevermore.
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Dave Stelmach Photography: Sonnet 8.

Dave Stelmach Photography: Sonnet8
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Sonnet 8

If ever you should turn and look away,

From this poor soul upon this mortal ground,

And say your love is lost and gone astray,

For cupid's dart another heart has found.

Some arrows leave the bow and fly afoul,

And find a mark that was not meant to be,

Or fall upon a cold and fallow soul,

Who'll take your love but give not back to thee,

But if you say your love will never fade,

Nor take from me the gift you did bestow.

The sweetest melody the heavens played,

Which fills my heart with songs that overflow.

So long as I am yours and you are mine,

Forever will you be my Valentine.

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Dave Stelmach Photography: Sonnet7We love the actor onthe silver screenAnd wo...

Dave Stelmach Photography: Sonnet7We love the actor onthe silver screenAnd wo...: Sonnet 7 We love the actor on the silver screen And worship him who plies his craft so well. It matters not his melan...

Sonnet 7

We love the actor on the silver screen

And worship him who plies his craft so well.

It matters not his melancholy spleen,

While on himself he tends too long to dwell.

Quite often is the mighty man obsessed

And thrilled to see his image in the glass,

While prancing round and quite absurdly dressed,

Content to play the fool or courtly ass.

But if we spent more time on those we love

And praise them for the little things they do.

Instead of pulling out the boxing glove;

Content to know their motives were but true.

Then we could live our lives in sweet content.

No need our mortal ego to augment.

Sonnet 6

Onto an Alpenglow you do contrast.

More radiant your glowing soul within.

Too soon the mountain top with stormy blast,

Cacophonies with lightning’s awesome din.

Quite often is the mighty mountain dressed,

Enshrouded with gray cowl so bleak and dark.

Cold rains and icy fingers grip her crest,

With ragged snowy features cold and stark.

But you, sweet jewel with brightly shining eyes,

Forever on the sunny side of life.

With magic words to conjure lover’s sighs,

Will never fade by life’s unending strife.

As long as planets whirl and winds do blow,

No end is there to your celestial glow.

Sonnet 5

Prelude of lightless light and soundless sound.

Jet Black the clock that founts the tick of time.

Emptiness and sweet silence all abound.

Anticipation of beginning chime.

As lead conductor raises hand on high,

Kinetic talent waits for shoe to fall.

Baton like painted arrow set to fly,

And write the timeless tune upon the wall.

But from within the silence rose a song,

Beginning with the tiniest of bars.

To echo through the ages clear and strong,

Crescendo ever after to the stars.

 But was this song created all in vain,

And will it not all happen once again?

Sonnet 4

There stands a man upon the distant hill

With sparking orbs and alabaster tongue

Who skips about and gladly plays the shill

To greedy trolls upon the highest rung

As hapless puppets dangle from gold strings

That stare upon the world with cold blank eyes

And mimic lies with venomous sharp stings

To silence now forever peoples cries

But there may come a day when he will need

The people to support him where he stands

To then inoculate him from his greed

And sever from his heart those shackling strands

For there is more to life than fame and gold

And tyrant’s towers tumble and grow cold

Sonnet 3

When my brave clock has struck its final chime

And my long day has sunken into night.

When I'm no longer young and in my prime

And sad eyes can no more receive the light.

When zephyrs breathe no more against the trees

Whose branches sheltered well the singing bird

And winter's chill has frosted fallen leaves

While low the cheerful trill is no more heard.

Though when my youthful breath I do forsake

As to the end my time begins to flow

Since my poor heart with pause begins to quake

And fear of the unknown begins to grow.

When Time's dread scythe is raised to cut life's sheaf

I bravely leave this world without death's grief.

Sonnet 2

Come speak damn foolish pen without the sense,

To help me write the words I need to say.

Go find the muse, who traveled with you hence,

To lover's glade, with coy young fools at play.

Why do the rhymes cascade from other's lips,

And blossom forth with easy flowing art,

To kiss the ear with song and warbling quips,

While cupid's arrows pierce the lover's heart?

But you false friend fain call yourself a pen,

That scratch and skip to my poor heart's confound,

With words that sink into the foggy fen,

Round tongue-tied brain with bound and hobbled sound?

More poetry lives in her curving smile,

Than this poor fumbling fool could e're compile.

Though this blog is part of Dave Stelmach Photography it will be used to feature my poetry. I hope you enjoy them.

Sonnet 1

If I were to compare you to a song
There would not be a melody so sure
No tune could last the endless day so strong
Or fill such golden notes with lyric pure

Some songs are dull and maybe sung off-key
And often is the melody unrhymed
Or harsh and filled with loud cacophony
By chance the lagging meter left un-timed

But your eternal song will never fade
Nor lose the lyric gift you do bestow
Or still the sweetest tempo ever played
With words so grand as written in an ode

So long as stars do shine and planets play
So long your melody forever gay