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I Love to Walk

redneckrenaissanceman — Thu, 27 May 2010 12:05:43 +0000

A Poem For Tom

redneckrenaissanceman — Thu, 20 May 2010 13:31:24 +0000

A Few Lines By Keats

redneckrenaissanceman — Wed, 12 May 2010 17:36:23 +0000

The Lark

redneckrenaissanceman — Sat, 08 May 2010 05:47:06 +0000

The Flowering Moon

redneckrenaissanceman — Wed, 05 May 2010 13:48:46 +0000

Under Spring’s Gazebo

redneckrenaissanceman — Sat, 17 Apr 2010 19:41:14 +0000

Paris? My Love

redneckrenaissanceman — Thu, 03 Sep 2009 04:08:46 +0000

Shall we see Paris? My Love
In the Fall.
We could dance in moonlight, and kiss
Beneath the roses climbing
On the wall.

Meet me in Paris? My Love
In the Fall.
The tender beauty and proportion
Would grace such art
Beneath the shadows of the Eiffel, standing
Oh’ so tall.

How about Paris? My Love
In the Fall.
We could walk among lavender and dream of love
As Monet’s ghost paints our amorous romance
Shall we see Paris? My Love
In the Fall.

RNRM

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The Passionate Pirate

redneckrenaissanceman — Tue, 16 Dec 2008 20:20:49 +0000

A devilish silence enslaved the ship
As Leviathan opened Dante’s Inferno.
Days of windless hell have marooned the mast and jib
Rouges and thieves have squandered rum and tack.
Captain, and scoundrel am I, who shares not
His ivory, will gladly give poison or steel.

Cap and ball ready my fingers tremble
Upon my brow, I shall not die of thirst!
Alas! Where is Virgil? No guide have I!
Perhaps only witty poets are given clues?
No bard am I! No wit to charm my muse; my dark lady.
Cursed be buccaneer whose ever immersed
His poisoned quill, to write bad verse.

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Leaving the Isle of Desire

redneckrenaissanceman — Thu, 09 Oct 2008 07:27:04 +0000

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I, a pirate, who long ago fell from grace
Swears, never again to look upon this dastardly place
The isle with fires of desire that burn through the night
Burns me with fever, such thirst it does incite
I, the fool who heard the Siren’s choir
I, the rogue who chased a tempting desire

Desire without love, leaves such discontent
A maddening, smoldering dross
I, Sail on! and lament not this facade
Farewell! to false lovers whose hearts are mere stone
Charge my glass! and draw the sword!
Unfurl the sails! and hoist the Jolly Bones!

The Isle of Desire

redneckrenaissanceman — Tue, 30 Sep 2008 14:15:54 +0000

I, a simple man
Not known for line and verse
Am buccaneer with amoristic curse
A wayward highwayman

Bewitched and enchanted by the chase
The moment the touch the embrace
I looked into abyssal depths
Of impassioned sultry eyes
Deep pools lit by Aphrodite’s moon

I, a pirate, rogue and rake
Unholy visions did I make
To shipwreck upon this
Mysterious apparitional isle
Not found on chart or bearing

I followed the enamored damsel
To the isle of desire
Where faith and vows are lost, betrayed
And forbidden lovers dance
In moonlight and consuming fires