Mar 062015
 

Hello again!  Here is installment 4 of my new Poetry Tuesday feature.  There will be a special post tomorrow as well, look forward to it!

I wrote this poem somewhere near 15 years ago when I as dating my wife.  This one is a little scary to put out because it is more personal than ones in the past.

I would love some feedback from anyone, my comment section is not being used at all.  Is there a problem with leaving a comment? I haven’t noticed anything wrong but….Please let me know if there is an issue.  I don’t moderate comments (on purpose) but I will delete spam in a heartbeat!

Thanks for everyone who continues to come by and visit my site, I really appreciate the readership and knowing that my words are not just stuck in my head or my computer anymore.  Enjoy the poem

Anticipation

By: Justin Matthews

Midnight approaches and awake I lie,

Without my love, my hear wants to die.

She is so far away, I wish she were here,

But soon comes the time when she will be near.

I feel pain at our parting, yet my love flows so strong,

Much like the lyrics in an old Chicago song.

Without her love my life has no rhyme,

I can’t wait for the future when she will be mine.

I yearn for her voice, I long for her tender touch,

Oh how I miss her so very much!

She is my love, my heart, my life,

I know she will be mine through all trouble and strife.

Yet here I lie, longing for her,

She invokes feelings no other can stir.

I wait and I miss that sweet love of mine,

I will love her intently ’till the end of time!

Yet for now, I lie awake and dream…..

I think next week I will feature something from my Grandpa…he was a major cause of me starting to write poetry.

Thanks for reading!

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May 272014
 
Fall Leaves
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Hey Folks.  I have decided to put something else out there on this blog, poetry.  I have been writing poetry for years, some good, some bad, some just mushy to make my wife fall in love with me.  I have decided now to put some of those poems out on Tuesday as well as some new stuff.  Some of these are not super, I am not going to post the ones that I consider lame.  There will probably be some classical stuff later on, I have a couple of “epic” style poems in Iambic Pentameter that are inspired my the old Roman and greek Poets, Homer, Virgil and the like.

I hope this will, if anything be at least some fun to read.  Oh yea, there are silly poems as well, some still written on hamburger wrappers from an age long ago…:)

Today I don’t remember the story behind this poem but it is about Trees and Autumn.  I am fairly sure it was a school assignment at some point.  Anyway, Enjoy!

Autumn

By: Justin Matthews

Motion.  Fluidity.

Poetry in its own right.

Beautifully Orchestrated Colors, Vibrant.

Red, Gold, Evergreen.

Fluttering in gentle breezes, Small sails.

Swaying in unison like Soldiers, Fallen Comrades and those soon to be.

Death all around; Cosmic Recycling.

Life bubbling within, while preparing for sleep.

Winter is nigh.

All told from the Trees, Fluidly moving in Autumn Breezes.

Comments are open and needed below.

-Justin

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May 272014
 
Martin Benson as Prostetnic Vogon Jeltz readin...

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Hello everyone! So I went fishing for the first time this year this past weekend. Didn’t catch anything but a whole potload of mosquito bites. Anyway, way back when we were studying Keats in school and the “Ode on a Grecian Urn” caught my attention more for the title than anything else.
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