19 May 2017

Peace

By Bud Koenemund

I fear my mind will never be at peace.
Denied solace – some rest to cast aside
Burdens – I stalk the unrelenting beast
Within, while pain breeds thoughts unsanctified
By reason. Truth becomes ethereal –
For even intellect strains sanity –
When reality seems a betrayal
Of being as I bear life’s misery;
An indifference leaving the soul hollow.
Time possesses no power to assuage
Those malignant fiends who lurk in shadow,
Sowing madness which intensifies rage.
   This maelstrom’s fury has obscured the light,
   Shrouding spirit in an abyss of night.

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.