Marbles and Pearls: Contemporary Poetry

By Rene Faulcon

Poetry and prose transports the reader from the sun-drenched rural porch at sunset of Wind Song to a as far as a dank east coast alley way of "Early Mourning Singers and all the delights in between.

The author artfully presents an exploration of our humanity from our affections and devotions to our innermost complexities and musings. The set is rounded out by vivid scenes and frolics with words and numbers.

Rene Faulcon has prepared an unpretentious, uncomplicated yet vibrant feast for the mind and senses.

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Aug 3, 2001
• ISBN: 9781469708836

Rene Faulcon

Rene Faulcon was born in Los Angeles, California and spent a considerable amount of time in Washington State and Arizona. He earned a Bachelor’s of Science degree in Computer Science. Rene enjoys art, reading and writing poetry and has published short stories and human interest articles for printed news media.

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Marhles and Pearls

Contemporary Poetry

Rene Faulcon

Writers Club Press

San Jose New York Lincoln Shanghai

Marbles and Pearls

Contemporary Poetry

All Rights Reserved © 2001 by Rene Faulcon

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This book is dedicated to my wife who inspires me.

Contents

Foreword

Lovers

A Babe Once More

Whole Notes

Birth Wish

Familiar

The Distance

The Curse

Due Season

Ashes

…Therefore I Am

Fire Walk

Footprints

Special Until

Seeker ofAdoration

Fancy Meeting You Here

A Heart Denied

Holy Man

Long Hand

Inner Chamber

Your, Mine, Our

You Just Know

What Becomes ofMe

David Samson

Warrior Tribe

Vessels

Time OfKnead

Still

The Gardening Pen

Seasonal

Pilgrimage

Rebirth

Perfect Partner

Passion

Once Seen and Heard

Open Flame

The Observer

Morning

Material Man

Facing Home

Labyrinth

Love Life

Long Overdue

Le Heart Shoppe

Convergence

Children

Thirteen and Up

Less One

The Chip

Stutter’s Pond

Girly Talk

Savannah

Early Mourning Singers

Inner City Bicycle

Stench OfSilence

Sweet Lemons

Pairs

Freedom Cherry

Elementary, My Dear

Characters (Us)

Sway

Sentiment

The Change

Tireless Fate

World Ajar

Shorn

Picture Wall

Wind and Sun

The Formal

Shocking Mr.Newman

The Looking Glass

A Poefs Fate

The Father Preys

Mortal

Hope Chest II

Claimed Skin

Platos Azul (Blue Plates)

Suburban Turban

Her Celebration

Alone In the Woulds

Armed

End OfThe Whirled

Places

Auntie’s Place

Crocker Street Playground

Ninety First Street

The Zoo

Wind Song

Ifs Snow Ghetto

(A)nguished (B)lue (C)ircle

Autumn Gale

Mornings at the Lighthouse

Musing

Unworthy ofEyes

The Acquaintance

Old Music

Nursery Life

Prone to Fabrication

Cornbread

Cloud Cover

Treaty for Tomorrow

The Integer I

Said

Tick Tock

Trained

Our Days Numbered

Furrows

Boundary Theory

Bio Rhythm

Cell Mates

About the Author

Foreword 

There exists a thing within us that laughs, cries, remembers, commiserates and

wonders. It reaches out to others and longs to be heard. We miss much of it in

the bustle of our days here. This is a collection of a few things seen, heard and

pondered.

It is the hope of every artist to project something to which another soul can

relate. In this we celebrate our distinction from the animals, beautiful though

they are. It is my hope that you will find something within these pages, if only

one thing, that gives rise to a smile, makes you remember or gives pause.

-Rene Faulcon

Lovers 

A Bab e Once More 

As a babe in arms

A keen reader of faces

I was then and am again

I touched my finger to lips that moved

Lips that rambled indistinctly

Lips that smiled at times

And were at times other downward turned

As a rainbow dejected

I recall days when words

So little meant

And I long for them

Thus I touched those days

Laid my hands upon them

And resurrected them today

Today, when I touched your lips

As you so softly spoke

When I captured each word

In my cupped palms

And sat them gently aside

When I ran my finger

Down the bevel of your nose

Journeyed it along your brow

And held your pretty face

In my hands.

I read, studied eagerly each inflection

Of your countenance sweet

Every smile.

Where your eyes centered

After each blink

Words meant little or nothing

To my reading

Of that volume that day

My own soul lulled

My own heart pacified

As a babe in arms c^

Whole Notes 

In the silence

She sang to me her song

A song to which my heart danced

And danced merrily

Oh, the lyrics

Never parting lips

But, passing from eye to eye

Soul to soul

Spirit to spirit

Innocent, clean-handed

A high-pitched whisper

From the soft faces

Of the little children

Permeating every crevasse

Every quivering inch

Of my own flesh.

I held her close to my chin

Nestled her up to my neck

And her cheek

I strummed softly, my viola

Well formed and refined

And I played for her.

I accompanied her lyric

She my rhythm

In our crescendo

Making two half-notes whole.

Birth Wish 

My emaciated soul

There is an ache in my belly

And you would be the reason

Dare I say I hunger? No.

This is not the term

For hunger is natural

Natural this is not

Tis far due east of that

For it I have no word

It is it’s embryo

That grows in me

That grows in you, yet unnamed

With its own heart

With its own mind

Wishing for birth