Verses In Time

By Jack Scholze

A collection of sonnets and short concise poems on a wide variety of subjects. Effort is made to present ordinary life experiences in extraordinary ways. Several themes run throughout, the remarkable ways time manifests in our lives, the brevity of an individual life, and the transforming power of music, beauty and love.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jul 15, 2012
• ISBN: 9781105962929

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Verses In Time

Title:    Verses in Time  by Jack Scholze

Copyright 2012 by Jack Scholze

Dedicated  to my friend Paige Bartholomew and her great work of healing and compassion.

ISBN Number  978-1-105-96292-9

Poe Tree

The poe tree is full of lines and limbs,

leaves and hymns

The poe tree grows in a dozen places

wherever shoots emerge

and joy displaces

the soils of earth

with jewels of plant

and wordy rant

extolling life

by verse and branch

anywhere seed or pen

explode at home

or on the ranch.

The poe tree

elicits storied grace

from Edgar Allan

and frees all space

for Anna Lee

and love so free

the jealous angels

come just to see

its beautiful reality.

The poe tree grows

in storied tendrils

where sentiment flows

and worry goes

so far away

that frowns are rare

and every care

has a golden case

until erased

and each stem and vase

regain their proper place.

Dreams are Purest Fair

Dreams are purest fair,

and true as signals sent

by an angel deep into your heart.

You may awaken with a start,

or a tender soothing part

may prompt you back to bed

for forty winks to get

back to the confused but

happy narrative prominently

starring you, bare running

or too solemn for words

dancing in a bubble.

With a wish to capture

some wispy thread

alluring through and through

with impossible logic

in leafy textures displayed,

peopled by your bare emotions

trembling with cares, loves,

and terrors

all along the labyrinthine

corridors of splendid sleep time.

Resonant Dawn

What sweet sound hums about my ears

that turning this way and twirling about

it remains as balm to soothe my fears

and urges my spirit to rise and shout?

Is it the melody of celestial bells

marking time with my heart strings

or the echo of deep memory's spells

awakening to present its golden rings?

to roust the dark like the crowing cock?

Time enough to reflect and take stock

later, now since bliss has come

by warrant of tuning joy this talk

can only hint of love forms of hum

whose elegant layered colors

play now slow now fast and strum

connecting your fingertips to mine

that we have by eternity's assign

soft singing joint plan of the divine

and never shall the kiss of music end

while our hearts to tuneful duty attend.

Love Falls for Us

Sweet falls the heart in love

to remind us that truth is kind

since nothing above her grows

to contain pity and plenty shows

the shining path of wonder

so inhabits all our lowest lows

that her flames make jest

of direst down and dark

by lighting black to silver stars

with such ease we must

laugh and be our best

as we feel her growing large

and thumping in our chest

with time's tale on our soul caressed

and soft kisses on our cheeks impressed.

The Breath of Creation

The breath of creation is sweet among us

carefree among summer's grassy shoots

calming our anxious hearts without a fuss

we join hands again in strenuous cahoots

acknowledged by handsome Gabriel flying by

upon wings we provided him with tender sighs

so precious to his celestial being why

I would say he derives his inspired joy

from our misadventures woeful sparked

by forces grand and full of fire

fueled by our inordinate desire

to know past all common knowing

and love with the bright flames we know

have deep harbor in our hearts

and in every galaxy parked

inhaling dreams from far away

exhaling beams to make them stay.

Karnak on Patrol

Once piloting Karnak the trans-dimensional Pleiadian scout ship

our love was easy as a bowl of pitted cherries

and songs arose in our hearts like spouting geysers

extolling the virtues of the higher view of desires

powerful enough to drive a seed sprout through titanium

made solid and durable by centuries of forswearing

pity and compassion, plain metallic hard uncaring.

This is not our fate dear Elisha of the sparkling light

Out among the starry wheels and living planets

our silken nets are cast to draw from endless night

a bouquet of fairy adorned blossoms

floating on an endless sea of joy called home.

Dawn Upon You

What vast and pervading greatness permeates each dawn

as you awaken from dreams to see the great rays streaming

their solar laughter directly into your heart inviting

and coaxing you to frame a new start.

Filled with the colors of creation and extraordinary sensation

you wax exuberant to be a part of the ascension

into uncommon joy and a planetary memory of life

fitting the rocky crevices with fragrant blossoms

that underpin every urgent hope since time began

and set you running about with or without your sensible plan

astonished at the splendid vigor of your newly revealed soul.

Depth of Field

Photographers will speak of depth of field

which is a limitation of focus sometimes deliberate

and sometimes inadvertent

resulting in fuzzy shots.

This is only haste,

since with a pinhole camera obscura

the entire field of view is clear as church bells

sonorous on a damp Sunday morning,

If you wait on the dim light long enough

you may even distinguish in clover fields

the rare four leaf oddball from distances

greater than lovers divorced

and obscured by a mile of dismay,.

with their smiles backward frozen

pointedly informing earlier shots all gay

in joy's instant impossible to shutter

by any known technology.

Less depth is less pressure

something every diver knows.

Two Angels

Right out of the cerulean sky she flew by

delightful Manu O Ku the gifted tern,

demonstrating a whimsical dance carved

from the molecules of air we both were inhaling.

Just so, and whirling on white feathered wings

of uncanny strength and elegance

with the look that infuses great dance and brings

Anna's chords to mind so deep and refined.

The diaphanous dance went on apace

so vigorously in its execution of consummate flight

that I twisted and turned round to keep her insight

lodged with clarity and her happy message

in full view,  knowing persistence is rewarded

when informed by attention and care

here there and considerate of everywhere.

The second angel was of a walking sort

whose only flying part was her auburn hair.

On this day she walked by with curiosity

on her lips and guarded limpid eyes

replacing her customary defensive frown

she thought was needed to protect her crown.

She had no peer on earth for sensual motion

and wherever she walked stirred great commotion

in the hearts and other parts of men

whose good fortune put them in her way.

What thread could connect this angelic pair?

The drenching summer rain from cloudy source

watering their airy and earthly course

I wish they both would seek dry refuge

under my gifted towel where discreetly

I'd offer to dry only proffered parts so casually

as my heart beat as wet as my grinning

bearing an exultant wave of joy completely.

When Paige Sings

When Paige sings the stars rejoice

that such a sweet angelic voice

could come from just an earthly place

affirming joy transcendent leaves a trace

On every true voice seeking soft affection

her song incites high harmony in heaven

prolific in its habit instilling love's infection

resplendent in six hearts out of seven,

The remainder already are all aboard her train

called Casey Jone's Cannonball and red caboose

where harmonies fitted to the pulsing vein

of golden notes and  sweet refrain

join in chorus on the earth and astral plane

to chase  celestial melodies on the loose.

Birds and Bees

Two green parrots visited Bumble Tree with me

rapt in reverie under the splendid canopy

checkered in layers of translucent shade

as I touched the bulging trunk and rough bark

joined with my entreaties for a friend

that love's message might arise from dark

uncertainty and from his bright hello mend

a sister's torn and saddened heart.

The parrots were greeted by two bumblebees

spiraling around them and inciting their calls.

They moved closer together on a high branch

to consider their buzzing visitors

and listen to my own best sonic imitations

of bee and parrot looking up from down below,

which made them nod and cock their heads,

and spin the bumble spiral tighter,

as I stroked the bark pretending a glow

emanated from silky skin stretched over

the warm watered nest of tomorrow's daughter

filling my heart with a joy and laughter

in places no common sentiment could go.

rather to the spring singing of angels ever after.

We May Crow

The fledgling crow spread his black bountiful feathers

and hopped excitedly about deconstructing his nest

then launched into stratospheric freedom

to survey the greenery from higher perspectives.

Proud and strenuous flapping ensued

not to ever be construed as avian arrogance,

rather the purest joy of winged lifts and turns

sharing effortless grace with other dark plumed

companions flocking for their felicitous flings

and cacophonous choruses of caws.

You may imagine our young crow

and how he felt when he first saw

the eagle in the stark silent majesty

of magnificent glides over rolling ridges

and precipitous steeps.

What mirrors of himself he must have seen

then as he glimpsed a piece

of an even higher realm than his own,

and was uplifted as the white towered clouds

puffed and invigorated by the morning sun.

"The eagle never lost so much time as when he submitted

to learn of the crow."

"When thou seest an eagle thou seest a portion

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