A Poet’s Work
An Homage to: John Donne, William Blake, Robert Frost, William Wordsworth, William Shakespeare, Andrew Marvell, Dylan Thomas, John Milton, Edgar Allen Poe, Ralph Waldo Emerson, John Keats, & Lord Byron
By Andrew Moravick
What I must do is to be done,
To be a bard who all time sees
To down the path not taken run
From a world of too much- be free.
I will make plays on words at will,
Marvel at a well metered line,
Warm with words a gentle night’s chill,
And with rhyme make paradise mine.
I’ll live a dream within a dream,
Immerse in a transcendent time,
Hear unheard melodies that seem
To rove through the air with a rhyme.
Yet when this work is done n’er done will I be
Though enslaved by death, my work sets me free.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
What Can Eye Say?
What Can Eye Say?
By Andrew Moravick
Eye can not say what the mind sees,
The eye simply shows the scene,
Of course usually the mind with the eye agrees,
Yet the eye doesn’t always tell what a sight means.
Eyes allude to other sights entrapping the seer
To see a scene as if already seen,
Though the vision may be clear,
Still the eye may not know what that sight may mean.
Eye, for the most part may be right,
Red may be read as red and green may be seen as green,
But other senses exist beyond sight,
And eye surely can’t say what those senses mean.
All senses of course occasionally lie
But I tell you truly things seen with more than the eye.
By Andrew Moravick
Eye can not say what the mind sees,
The eye simply shows the scene,
Of course usually the mind with the eye agrees,
Yet the eye doesn’t always tell what a sight means.
Eyes allude to other sights entrapping the seer
To see a scene as if already seen,
Though the vision may be clear,
Still the eye may not know what that sight may mean.
Eye, for the most part may be right,
Red may be read as red and green may be seen as green,
But other senses exist beyond sight,
And eye surely can’t say what those senses mean.
All senses of course occasionally lie
But I tell you truly things seen with more than the eye.
Monday, May 12, 2008
Send Me To Hell With Your Heavenly Kiss
Send Me To Hell With Your Heavenly Kiss
By Andrew Moravick
Send me to hell with your heavenly kiss
Lead me to Lucifer upon your lips.
For those furious fires can’t quell my bliss
From finding heaven harbored in your hips.
Make my hands heretics for touching your skin
Let them burn for their lamentable crime.
I will endure the agonies of my sin,
And suffer for tasting of the sublime.
Let my eyes burn for the beauty they see
Let the fruits of our flesh be my demise.
Let my caress of your curves condemn me
Yet may these supposed sins be but lies?
For what damage do we do when we love so well,
That could ever make our shared heaven into hell?
By Andrew Moravick
Send me to hell with your heavenly kiss
Lead me to Lucifer upon your lips.
For those furious fires can’t quell my bliss
From finding heaven harbored in your hips.
Make my hands heretics for touching your skin
Let them burn for their lamentable crime.
I will endure the agonies of my sin,
And suffer for tasting of the sublime.
Let my eyes burn for the beauty they see
Let the fruits of our flesh be my demise.
Let my caress of your curves condemn me
Yet may these supposed sins be but lies?
For what damage do we do when we love so well,
That could ever make our shared heaven into hell?
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Know Me Anew
Know Me Anew
By Andrew Moravick
I’ve known you for years yet never knew you
Just as you have never known all of me.
If you knew me now then what would you do,
When it’s a passionate poet you’d see?
Could you resist me as you’d done before,
If you knew what pleasures I could give,
When I can make our joys always endure,
And on my pages you’ll forever live?
My touch as my words have through time refined
My caress is as soothing as my verse.
My kiss like my lines may ignite your mind,
And into ecstasy your soul immerse.
So now, if me you may dare come to know
Into your life euphoria will flow.
By Andrew Moravick
I’ve known you for years yet never knew you
Just as you have never known all of me.
If you knew me now then what would you do,
When it’s a passionate poet you’d see?
Could you resist me as you’d done before,
If you knew what pleasures I could give,
When I can make our joys always endure,
And on my pages you’ll forever live?
My touch as my words have through time refined
My caress is as soothing as my verse.
My kiss like my lines may ignite your mind,
And into ecstasy your soul immerse.
So now, if me you may dare come to know
Into your life euphoria will flow.
Thursday, May 8, 2008
The Blood of A Warrior
The Blood of A Warrior
By Andrew Moravick
The blood of a warrior fills my veins,
My body has been forged for battle.
My desire to fight my soul sustains
My might makes the bones of my foes rattle.
Yet I swing not a sword nor fire a gun
Victory comes not from blood being shed
It is honor to which warriors run
And for glory we are glad to be lead.
My weapon is myself which I must test
My armor is my muscle and bone.
My shield is my team who shares in my quest
And with them my true power is shown.
We athletes wage war as warriors before
We gain glory and triumph from all we endure.
By Andrew Moravick
The blood of a warrior fills my veins,
My body has been forged for battle.
My desire to fight my soul sustains
My might makes the bones of my foes rattle.
Yet I swing not a sword nor fire a gun
Victory comes not from blood being shed
It is honor to which warriors run
And for glory we are glad to be lead.
My weapon is myself which I must test
My armor is my muscle and bone.
My shield is my team who shares in my quest
And with them my true power is shown.
We athletes wage war as warriors before
We gain glory and triumph from all we endure.
Friday, May 2, 2008
RETURN OF THE RANT!
I was watching TV today, because of course, thats what one does when one is single and has entirely too much free time. (Right?) I see Lindsey Lohan talking as the new spokesperson for Proactive. She says something to the effect of, "When I leave my house, there are parazzi everywhere, and if I have one blemish or zit.." As if that is her biggest worry. Not being an alcoholic, poor role model for teenage girls everywhere, and a laundry list of other issues. No, its a freakan zit. How stupid do you think we are Proactive? I mean this could quite possibly be the worst commercial I have ever seen. What were the people who created this thing thinking? "Lets get a girl who has completely lost her marbles to talk about how our product, because it prevents breakouts, makes her life stable." The worst thing of all, is that it is kind of true. The worst thing about people today is that they're so visually oriented, that something like a zit might actually drive them crazy. Who knows, maybe Lindsey Lohan went on her drinking binges, and gratuitous pantyless streaks,so that people would look at her sad situation, and her uncovered genitles, and not at a zit.
On a scarier, more intellectual note, I read Brave New World recently, and realized that the mentality of that future society is actually the mentality of today. Sure no one belongs to everyone, but the idea that happiness comes from conformity and childish ignorance. Soma exists, its called alcohol,and we all willingly turn to it for our fun. Those who are different are outcast. Intellectuals who do not fit the mold, or silence their voices amongst the meaningless chatter of the common people, are ostrisized. Like Bernard was accused of having alcohol accidently poured into his blood surrogate as a developing infant, I, a peaceful, kind, moral, intellectual, am labeled a creep simply because I can function on my own outside of a group. Poetry nolonger exists, rhyme has been downsized to only being employed in catchy advertising jingles.What fools we are, fools! We are not free, we are slaves to confention, conformity and commerce. When we depend on others for our own needs we become slaves. Every human has the capacity to provide for themselves naturally. We could tend a garden, raise cattle, and exist comfortably by our own means. Yet out of convineince, and habit, social suggestion, and oure ease, we rely on others, while we must in turn provide for others whom we reap no benefits from aside from earning meaningless paper. The world is not all that it could be. There is no ultimate solution that will answer all of our problems, but can't we make more of ourselves?
I know, Lindsey Lohan to "Brave New World," what a rant. Well I don't know I'm annoyed at the moment. Who knows, tomorrow I could be praising the merrits of modern society. Thats the beauty of a rant, its completely senseless and is an outlet for frustration, and pent up ideas.
On a scarier, more intellectual note, I read Brave New World recently, and realized that the mentality of that future society is actually the mentality of today. Sure no one belongs to everyone, but the idea that happiness comes from conformity and childish ignorance. Soma exists, its called alcohol,and we all willingly turn to it for our fun. Those who are different are outcast. Intellectuals who do not fit the mold, or silence their voices amongst the meaningless chatter of the common people, are ostrisized. Like Bernard was accused of having alcohol accidently poured into his blood surrogate as a developing infant, I, a peaceful, kind, moral, intellectual, am labeled a creep simply because I can function on my own outside of a group. Poetry nolonger exists, rhyme has been downsized to only being employed in catchy advertising jingles.What fools we are, fools! We are not free, we are slaves to confention, conformity and commerce. When we depend on others for our own needs we become slaves. Every human has the capacity to provide for themselves naturally. We could tend a garden, raise cattle, and exist comfortably by our own means. Yet out of convineince, and habit, social suggestion, and oure ease, we rely on others, while we must in turn provide for others whom we reap no benefits from aside from earning meaningless paper. The world is not all that it could be. There is no ultimate solution that will answer all of our problems, but can't we make more of ourselves?
I know, Lindsey Lohan to "Brave New World," what a rant. Well I don't know I'm annoyed at the moment. Who knows, tomorrow I could be praising the merrits of modern society. Thats the beauty of a rant, its completely senseless and is an outlet for frustration, and pent up ideas.
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