21 September 2020

The Woods are Lovely, Dark, and Deep

 By Bud Koenemund

It’s sneaky, see? Re-appearing when least
Expected. I’ll be happy for a while;
Then, suddenly, devoured by the beast;
Sanity made hostage to thoughts vile.
Although darkness offers comfort – release
From frustration and pain – the depression
Lies; breeding torment rather than peace;
Promising a void unknown as solution.
This is the conflict raging through my mind –
Each day I wake another battle won
Against myself. Yet, even triumph finds
Reason dragged closer to coming undone.
   True, I oft’ crave the ease of surrender;
   But, trials and woe remain ‘fore slumber.


07 September 2020

Complicated

 By Bud Koenemund

For K.

Though I may be thought a fool to reveal
Desire – once more exposing my mind
To misery; tearing scars barely healed
After injuries caused by one unkind –
My soul yearns for thee, regardless of chance!
Ignore the torment in our pasts, and stand
With me. Please forgive this awkward advance,
And, grant the honor of holding your hand.
I, here, offer love willingly, despite
Complications which life can oft’ present;
Endeavoring to make my heart respite
For thine, with affection incandescent.
   Through storms of time, this promise will endure:
   Always and forever in passion pure.

05 September 2020

I Can Fly Again

 By Bud Koenemund

Holding your hand, by and by, I can fly
Again; soaring across the universe;
Whirling beyond galaxies; defying
Gravity; past forms Heavenly diverse.
Wonders surpassing words unfold ‘round me,
Bathing all in both darkness and fire.
Yet, it is your touch which sets my mind free
From restraint; thy beauty inspiring
Ethereal peace – a body at rest,
Even as this tempest of creation
Engulfs my brain: fantastic visions that test
The limits of imagination.
   Wakefulness brings torment, and so it seems
   I can find solace only in my dreams.


08 June 2020

Dragon's Breath

By Bud Koenemund

For Lindsay

I’m thinking of you wearing that turquoise
Sundress; incandescent in the twilight.
Longing sparks a fire; spirits rejoice;
Embracing until o’ertaken by night.
Shadows disguise; clothes bunch ‘round knees and waists;
Mouths meet hungrily, then whispers implore;
Inhibitions are abandoned to haste;
Flames intensify as fingers explore.
Lust envelopes us in the Dragon’s breath;
Two bodies become one, while heat radiates
From flesh demanding a little death:
That paradise where desire’s sated.
   We are consumed when our passion explodes;
   Then reborn to worlds of pleasures untold.


03 June 2020

Blue Eyes Blue

By Bud Koenemund

For K.

I see the sadness hidden in your eyes;
A pain you try to bury, which lurks still;
Nearer the surface than you know; disguised,
Yet visible; lingering ‘gainst thy will.
Heartbreak and loneliness are compounding
Sorrows; breeding doubt; confusing every
Setback with tragedy; poisoning
The soul. But, trust time will dull memory,
Allowing you to heal. Made whole once more;
Emerging stronger; by love enfolded;
The gleam renewed in those sapphire orbs –
Shining like sunlight thawing Winter’s cold.
   My intent is these verses bring delight;
   A smile, if brief, to draw day from night.

31 May 2020

Are You Listening Now?

By Bud Koenemund

For America

As people of color complained about
Jobs, housing, police, and education,
You deflected their issues while touting
401Ks; stock market inflation:
A rising tide that failed to lift all boats.
You fucked the poor as the rich got bigger;
Even schemed at ways to erase their votes,
Yet wonder why anger has been triggered.
You objected when they knelt peacefully –
For Trayvon, Eric, Ahmaud, George, and more –
Insisting “They should have been respectful!”
While wanting protests easy to ignore.
   Tonight, cities burn, and people lie bowed;
   America, are you listening now?

02 May 2020

I Make No Secret of My Desire

By Bud Koenemund

For Lindsay

My mind, Lady, I do confess, is filled –
Both awake and in slumber – with fantasies;
Visions erotic from morn through star gilt
Night – illusions bending sanity
Toward madness – dreams that, while wanton, reveal
Subconscious adoration. This lust bears
Certain truth; passion cannot be concealed
For one with whom only Venus compares.
I make no secret of my desire;
A longing, concupiscent to be sure;
Yet, in faith, ‘tis zeal tempered by fire;
Sin purged through the flames, leaving purity.
   But, will transgression be called blasphemy,
   When praising a Goddess in ecstasy?


25 March 2020

Tempus Fugit

By Bud Koenemund

In consciousness rises the poet’s plight:
Cursed with knowing time is fleeting; slipping
Past; each moment another dying light;
As, from our birth, those flames are flickering.
Days lost become years; progressing quickly,
Faded and forgotten; surrendered to
Accelerating relativity,
‘Fore the call of skills neglected renews.
Imagination yearns for expression,
And – as this journey hastens toward its end –
A stab at immortality; Passion
Racing the doom we cannot comprehend.
   Crafting perfection is my endeavor;
   Some scrap of verse that will live forever.

27 July 2019

Divided

By Bud Koenemund

For Lindsay

Lady; passion and intellect divide
Me. While attraction remains true, I know
Your youth, to my age, is rightly denied.
Like Summer’s bright blooms outshine Winter’s snow,
So doth beauty eclipse infirmity.
Nature favors one as others decline:
Fading steadily in obscurity;
The mortality to which all resign.
What can I do if desire’s forbid?
Only a fool would declare affection –
Exposing an emotion best left hid –
When silence affords certain protection.
   Love is safer wrapped in the guise of art,
   For speaking truth will surely break my heart.

18 July 2019

A Goddess and the Sunset

By Bud Koenemund

For Lindsay


(Photograph by Meshi - 2019)


The photograph shows radiance frozen
In time; a Goddess – like some Greek statue –
Contemplates sunset. Beauty in repose;
Veiled in twilight, her skin lit by subdued
Flame married to shadow as day and night
Meet. Aphrodite is reawakened;
A being celestial, burning bright
With fire only the stars can transcend.
Nature and Lady find harmony;
Their graces uniting to inspire art:
The image affords immortality,
While I tender verses writ from my heart.
   Muse; though these words are mine, thine is the praise;
   For ‘tis thy charm that sets my pen ablaze.