Imported Poems

I don't know what to call this - "Reflection on Byron in the Current Year", "Ode to a Romantic Poet" (in keeping with his times) or "Byronic Beauty (which I like because it rhymes).

But I jest. With me you can expect nothing less
than to confess
or digress
as I am wont to do
when posting to you.

Stream of Consciousness here, no thought beforehand...

Oh my indelible bard,
With elevated ideals
- unachievable by any strenuous strain -
Girded round your brain like wrapped bacon
On a steak filet, great to the taste but a tad
Spoiled and certainly wasted on your life

36 years of wanton paradise destroyed you
But laid bare your immortal verse,
Perhaps God chooses his highest to curse,
Lest vain love pervade our mortal kind
And lead the sublime to ceaseless sorrow
Everlasting.

Could I now hate you more for your crime
Or love you less for your penetrating mind,
Sharp and shrill ,with glorious requiem hymned,
With you I could dispose, but nay, tis
Not to be so, for in every word or decree
I hear the image of God speak, or rather sing.

It is a recondite thing, such utter talent
Suffering the mark of Cain, but moreso
For the beauty it brings - both in form and face
Inspiring with the gods. Such blue eyes -
vast and wide like the unfathomable
Ocean within, though flowing with sin,
Nonetheless blessed and placed
under the sky
- the all-forgiving, endlessly tolerating eye.

But oh my, I could write for years upon you,
And that luxurious dark hair cascading
And those bright, blue eyes so penetrating
But at this my verse ends. Adieu.