Tuesday, May 8, 2007

A poem I wrote about a girl...

DECISION

By: Jack Beaudette


She put down her drink and her heart

  • And her mind became unfettered,

Then glanced at her soul the weaker part

  • The photo she never wanted to use.

Another days’ conclusion and he, useless,

  • Finds nothing of value within.

No light no intrigue, his soul wants to protest

  • The last flowers’ petal finally drowned.

A hole in his pocket he always tried to hide

  • Somehow now suddenly lay exposed.

He loosened his grip and his belief and cried,

  • Fates classical chef-d'oeuvre.

The hole was always there, he never believed,

  • His once enamored mind the enemy.

It was all a masquerade what he once had perceived,

  • The festivities were now revised.

As she walked home she slightly slipped on regret

  • Her heart swiftly shackled by decision.

Lost and stumbling through streets they tried to forget

  • Never to patch the hole or accept the photo.

A poem I wrote about how I felt

Consequence of Love

by Jack Beaudette

The resounding clarity of botched attempts at love echo forever through the broken pieces of my barren heart.

And with fervent appeal they endeavor to dissuade any expendable fixture of that which has been torn apart.

Like a plot reminiscent of an old Englishman’s tragic tale where love is an intangible unseen force sought after by those of chance.

Whilst in the end all the players who perceived had won life’s honor of conquering love’s twisted fate fell prey to its drowning deceiving trance.

Now a past compilation of once distant hopes and dreams illuminates my recollection of learned despair.

As my soul now enters its’ stygian calling no longer aflame nor awaiting any chance of repair.

Like the rhythmic clapping of the ocean complimenting the land in an altogether harmonious yet tumultuous appreciation.

Another delirious mindset of unanticipated reason inhibits my newborn thoughts and pollutes my now distant expectation