17 April 2017

By Your Inspiration

By Bud Koenemund

For Lindsay

I am, too often, deficient in speech;
Struck silent by the war ‘twixt intellect
And passion; seeking language that would reach
Your heart; confessions I pray might connect
Our souls; striving to express desire,
While pledging the respect of innocence.
Though my rhymes are feeble, I must admire
Thy beauty, and compliment elegance.
Muse, thou art more deserving of esteem
Than any who treads upon the base Earth
We inhabit. From that grace, like sunbeams,
Words radiate to celebrate love’s worth.
   Be sure such light enkindles creation,
   For this took life by your inspiration.

20 March 2017

More Fool Than Poet

By Bud Koenemund

For Lindsay

If poetry could amend my visage;
Its rhythm melt away a dozen years,
Allowing prose or rhyme power to bridge
The chasm twixt concupiscence and fear,
I would dedicate my verses for thee;
Endeavouring ever to coax your smile
With little songs proclaiming its beauty –
Confessions composed in a heart beguiled.
But, cursed by time, what words can I bestow
That might defy fortune and win thy kiss?
Lady; you make me more fool than poet;
Courting doom as age mocks my search for bliss.
   Oh, Muse; goddess of creativity;
   Thy grace shall achieve immortality.

13 February 2017

Madness and Muse

By Bud Koenemund

For "Her."

"A thing of beauty is a joy forever." - John Keats

I hold your memory against my will;
Sentiment which imperils sanity
When every thought and dream reminds me still
Of the fool who gave devotion blindly.
But, this world won’t stop for a broken heart.
Indifferent to pain, both moon and sun
Rise, shine, then retire without regard;
Beg heaven for pity, you’ll receive none.
These things I desire can never be
Real. Love, fidelity lasting past death –
Blessed by madness and muse – is fantasy;
Affection shrouded in the dragon’s breath.
   Misery, it seems, lives joy’s companion;
   Torment entwined with beauty and passion.


07 February 2017

The Brightness of Heaven Outshined

By Bud Koenemund

For Lindsay

What power lies hidden in beauty’s eyes –
Enchanting and mysterious – to seize
My heart; kindling passion undisguised
By modesty? Could any galaxy’s
Stars counterfeit the radiance I find
In those orbs? O, even angels enskied
Must praise the brightness of heaven outshined;
Mere ash compared ‘gainst emeralds rarified.
But, time has cursed me to live in shadow,
Lacking the incandescence of your grace;
And yet, I will stumble forward unbowed,
Desiring thy kiss ere death’s embrace.
   While words can celebrate organs of sight,
   These verses pale in your eternal light.


31 December 2016

Heart for Heart

By Bud Koenemund

For "Her."

My affection was never held secret;
Attraction confessed; with all its defects,
Sentiment lay exposed from the outset;
Unguarded; lust defeating intellect.
I offered self, desiring the same –
Heart for heart, hand for hand, and soul for soul;
Love enkindling passion without shame;
Intense spirits blazing beyond control.
But, yearning could not win respect, and pleas
Fell on ears deaf to solicitation.
Emotion withered, leaving me lonely,
As desolation replaced devotion.
   Despite intention pure, and honor sworn,
   Everything was too much to ask for.

16 November 2016

Angry Muses

By Bud Koenemund

I fear the Muses have abandoned me;
Withdrawing with them that inspiration
Given so freely when I praised beauty
And love in songs of foolish emotion.
The cause ignored, those Nine of myth recede
In solidarity with their sister;
Mortal, though no less capable to breed
Lyric – a tenth goddess whose whispers stir.
This penance – punishment for protecting
My heart – has crippled both rhythm and rhyme;
As words wither, a poet disaffects
Life sans verses gifted past midnight’s chime.
   Her voice has faded from my memory,
   While creation crumbles in fantasy.