Verses In Time
By Jack Scholze
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Jack Scholze poems are generally short and emotionally charged. A variety of subjects are explored from multiple perspectives, often in a concurrent manner, where different perspectives are aligned unique ways. He attempts to fin a multi-layered and multi-dimensional resonance of rhythm, meter, phrasing and subject in order to present a unified
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Verses In Time - Jack Scholze
2
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.
A splendid tree showing off its yellow finery
3
Tulip
Whose narrow pistil flames to augur spring?
Whose sextet of pretty petals frames a limb?
The tulip bud’s unfolding grace does ring
All morning round to lift the twilight dim.
Whose unseen spirits effloresce apace
Among the teeming tendrils on the field?
The tulip blossoms urge a happy chase
where clapping children’s faces are revealed.
Only autumn’s death by leafy shows
Can somber summer petals glad insight
For round about them spirit sprightly glows
Effacing gloom for purity and light.
May tulips keep you focused toward the fair
And jocund spirits kiss you if they dare.
Aging Robin
An aging robin drags a wing,
still in the dawn light hear him sing
carols to the new day;
songs of dainty blue eggs in the bush,
songs of nest building in a rush,
songs of fledglings getting serious air,
songs of long spring mornings without care.
Next to the hermit thrush
his song is quaint
yet he manages to paint
orange breasted pictures
for Saint Francis
with his sonorous complaint.
4
Relativity
Does not the solemn, craggy mountain
watch the turning centuries,
and measure in seconds
the seasons flashing by?
Does not the whirring, darting hummingbird
watch the turning seconds
and measure in centuries
flowered moments in the sky?
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.
Hours of Glass
In God's hourglass is the finest sand
found only on white equatorial beaches
where the albatross flies and reaches
through space-time as though planned.
This hourglass never seems to run out
with a top in heaven and a bottom
conversant with Agarthans round about
a clock without a clicking pout
rather with wheels of wishes fed
that leads to great times ahead.
Where is the worry in this flow
where do you really have to go
but in an ascendant craft
your hands have fashioned
with loving care fore and aft
flowing like Noah's big old raft
on seas and seasons without end
where every broken heart does mend.
5
Dust-off and Make Merry
Merry is a word I've heard used by jolly elves
and friends removed from dusty shelves
where they languished without song
thinking the circus had long since gone
and glee was really not for their shy selves.
Jump off that rail and look at the sun
as directly as you dare and run
toward that place of swings and gates
and dark and dismal never grates
the hobos used to call it catching freights
where with rush and sprint you happy reach
a place where motion and ascension waits
and when dry you pray just for a peach.
You may call it anything yet you must call
out for splendor, love and tender
above the din you prod and poke your chin
and show the world that impish grin
that mocks all woe and welcomes in
joy's eternal lights where all love begins
and shadows shrink as you deeply drink
the ambrosial liquors from great round kegs
extracted from the turquoise turtled sea
infusing effulgent warmth for you and me.
Cerulean Blue
I visualize myself standing straight and tall
without any problem at all.
I see myself spin round and round
just about 10 feet off the ground.
I feel a song burst from my chest
urging me to be my best.
I hear a melody so sweet
it makes me jump and move my feet.
I love a girl so much and true
she keeps the sky cerulean blue.
Antler Alterations of the Alpha Bet
6
It's only words representing a feeling
demanding a common language and
a world view with allowance for the infinite
and the transcendent power of love
and realities beyond the corporeal,
or it's not a message or a poem at all,
only a regular smearing of contrasted
pencil marks on electronic paper,
without the advantage of an organic curve,
and remote from sentiment and sense.
It is rather the loony alphabet knocking
and constraining an extremity of feeling
in a bottle of verse beyond blood
and the staggering aged buck
struggling for a last hour to see
the white shape of winter
before the implacable cold collects him
and he becomes the memory of himself
as the earth stores his tale like squirreled nuts
his fine 12 pointed antlers and his great ruts
remembered by the roots of maple trees
and by the seven Pleiadian sisters looking on
above the smooth pebbles lining stream beds
now icy and silent in the winter quiet
in the vast Russian Taiga and Canadian forest
there once and entirely upon a time.
Alpha Bets
A Antlers aweigh in an astrakh's harmonica
B Bright stars on the Taiga
C Crystalline is your melting smile
D Delight rules the planets
E Echoes reflect Elisha's many voices back to us
F Fear disappears as a trickster's illusion
G Giants stride along with us over the earth
H Home is known in every hello
I Indigo is her night coat, studded by starlight
J Jack Beanstalk grows beans into the clouds
K Kimberly talks softly in thrills to the rolling hills
L Laetitia once upon a lark in the dark
M Meander with Michele and Marty to find the course of heart
N Nestle in a bank of woody boughs for soft respite
O Oh how the heavens glow this blessed eve
P Pamela's heart guides Gabriel on this earth
Q Questions joker tempts and tests our aplomb
R Regal and riotous we glide along in song
S Sweet is Simone Marie’s smile on her horse’s flying coursers
T Twilight transitions us from chorus to hymn
U Unseen spirits try to clasp us to urge our path
V Violets are delivered with violins and vestal verses
W Wonder waxes wonderfully at every whimsical wave.
X Xanthian marbles with xanthic pieces roll like eyes
Y Yonder Paige beckons us with new beyonds to contemplate
Z Zeus joins our play and keeps on tuning the notes higher.
7
The Longing Heart
We know the heart is intimate with longing
as her constant companion even when
love's fire is a hot red furnace cauldron
overflowing with the excess of petaled sentiment.
Along then with this will of wispy tearing
that never halts long enough to bear
its secrets in a calmer light it stays
to forge a hint of forlorn in brightest joy
like signs of precious wear on a child's toy
gradually broken by an excess of care.
Heart longing presses infinity onto finite breath
from places unknown to solemn death
where the truth of joy manifest unclutters
perception and clarity lifts the persistent fog
revealing the stunning rays of spirit lands
pouring on our stubborn face and hands
resistant to take leave of Gog and Magog
and ascend with high pulses toward heaven.
Melody Carvings
For when you sing the galaxy sings along
and neighbors chime and join a billion strong
echoing the joy of new melody's creation
reminding your of a cherub's momentary smile
evanescent as sweet youth's gyration
sweeping in gay zephyrs across spring grass
and catching your heart breath for awhile
in a reverie spawned by memory and fast
you speed your course on feathered path
filled with the color and wonder of love that lasts.
Hard Grape-sized Purple Palm Berries and the Liberty Bell
Upon my walking sojourn to my tree friends in a morning hour I visited bare-footed in the customary manner Natim, Jade Singer, Governor, Bumble Tree, and Suzanne by turns, entreating certain dimensionless arboreal and celestial powers to honor my request, which for the sake of propriety only Sadie from the north country is aware to my unadjusted knowledge. All of my leafy friends were in a good humor entertaining green parrots, Mynah birds and the airy ethereal Manu-O-Ku floating in and out of flagrantly green branches. All except Bumble Tree who has been recently discomfited by a haircut from the tree trimmers. They despoiled and removed branches and weedy habitat round his base, and even quite further up.
The worst sight was the honey bee nest, all plugged up in a slipshod manner, and not a single bee left in sight. Evidently the work of the impatient and ill-tempered tree trimmers who had no compassion for the tireless honeybee and his great work of pollination and honey creation. This brought a tear to my eye. There remained a single large black bumble bee hanging around, who still makes his home underground at the base of this fine tree. He hovered at eye level just to my left, seemingly in sympathy, during our long moment of interspecies collateral cognizance. Nothing sweet, yet the experience was disarming. How sad I could not fly he thought, and I thought the same thing. So once more a place where busy bees are only a memory, another nest peaceful in death.
So walking along on the bare-footed earth by turns I stepped on hard grape-sized purple palm berries near the Liberty Bell, which is an exact copy of the one in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, but cast in France and donated to Hawaii in 1950, bearing the inscription Proclaim LIBERTY throughout all the land unto all the inhabitants thereof.
I could not help but notice that this liberty apparently did not and does not apply to honeybees and their homes, nor to the Polynesian settlers of these islands and their ancestral homelands. The hard grape-sized purple palm berries hurt my feet so I stopped to pick them up and throw them at the Liberty Bell, which resulted in soft but pleasant ringing tones and encouraged me to volley the berries at the sonorous target, better bell a cow's ear than a bull's eye I never used to say. Bella the Cow Seer would agree the cards for you and set you aright. I was able to pick up some of the berries with my toes, but it was hard to get the hang of throwing and release of toe born berries, but I made a small project of that activity, until I saw the uniform coming, with the pugnacious and bureaucratic air of a person charged with petty security and not charged with the heavenly propensity to foot fling a series of hard grape sized purple palm berries at bells or at the proboscis of snooty waddling authority figures anywhere you may find them.
You can’t do that here mister.
he said, apparently to me. He looked like a sheriff, who thought about lunch often, even after work. It isn't that hard really, if you learn to wiggle your toes
I replied. He looked irritated but confused. What did you say?
he asked. You heard what I said, did your mom ever teach you how to wiggle your toes to do something useful, like picking up a sock or an eraser from the floor?
After a bit more of this sort of twaddle, we both parted company and waddled away from the vicinity of the great bell. One way or another there will always be bells ringing in our heads, mostly inaudible or improbable, so with connections to brother and sister bells in our hearts, which keep us bouncy and above the firmament until our firm amen.
When visited by sounds and sweet airs, when your heart lifts in a way that frees you from all cares, then know that place as home and there you are unbound, a creature scarcely on the ground, but glidely on in your chosen dance, to waltz or Crocodile rock or twist or locomote. Travel light with not much more to tote than the token dress, trousers or Aloha shirts and perhaps be one who never skirts the issues. I put some of the hard grape-sized purple palm berries in a bowl of earth with water and await the germination as much as I await the pollination of dreams in a vagrant hour by thought of great pealing bells of Liberty in every land where love and truth rule folks hearts by virtue of entertaining the Archeology of the soul, with beer and pancakes.
Stay spell bound then, and when you are done with that ....
Ms. Bumble Be e on her way back to Bumble Tre e
Blue Moon
This august pair of fullest moons
share attention with the shaking earth
Late summer when lovers in heated swoons
Collect nectars of fondest care and their new birth
Babes impatient to plant feet and dreams
upon the earth and imprint their schemes
of gyroscopic compassion in orange beams
under the blue moon's transcendent gleams.
Then Gaia smiles when hearing psalms
from singing youth whose longing care
promotes glad tide's incessant alms
breathing in and out great draughts of sea.
The great pale orb hangs out in silence
from mountain top to valley town
now we can lose that worried frown
if we only seek what we adore
when walking the blue moonlit shore.
8
Congeries of Song
For a little time and times we stay to play
with a song in our heart that waits
longing for the day when we up and say
this is it then, I'm all in and my plates
of prior states have crashed in merry tinkles.
The air is clear and that melody is so dear
it must be sent forth with my new wrinkles
to ears avid for SImone's tones sweet and clear
which prompt all manner of sonic healing
as her singing vibrates from cellar to ceiling
transforming mere houses to orchestral castles
and high harmonies in our hearts congealing
into indigo and purple crystal rays all warm
with transcendent layers of love's contentment
that surround us in a friendly swarm.
9
Heartache
Heartache is nothing like a headache
since no ameliorative appears to work
except for the solace of solitude
when by breaking the breath of despair
you may once again inspire mere air
and not feel as though your heart
is being ripped out by a great fork
fashioned by some love lack devil's handiwork
who would else grow sentiment berserk
fashioned from things you never see
in places you don’t want to be
down paths of black darkness and perfidy.
Awake then my heart to the fullness rapt
leave off this gloom where you have napped
Look to the sun full rising in the east
more constant than any man or beast
let gladness clasp and love beguile
and infect my demeanor with a smile
that caps my climb again with a feast
of joy and welcomes artless timeless art
her place again at my side.
Between Beats
Listen to your heart awhile sometimes
between the beats are profound sounds
inaudible to the mundane ear
high and pastel hued with harmonies clear
past all care and embarked on rounds
of memory, distant echoes leaving fear
as far away as light years to an aunt
who never studied vast astronomy
yet expands the universe a little more
when she gives her little dog Totone a bone
and knows true love to the core
prods and pokes with sweet vital signs
to practice and learn the pretty score.
10
What is Joy?
Joy is anticipation of large unfoldment
of your latent individuality in totality.
Joy is looking at beauty and noticing
it looking back at you.
Joy is the smile mom reserves
for her child in his bath or bed
when she knows he has been fed
well enough to see dream angels
preening and protecting his path ahead.
Joy is the sparkle in your eye
never dimmed by a century of woe
since it takes you to places that require
only a human heart which cannot expire.
Joy is your kiss and your face always near
which sustains me and erases all my fear.
Joy is the song of a dancing child
energetic and uplifted with melody mild.
Joy is the rain on my face and a rainbow
showing what is elicited by mere mist
when light has caught you by the wrist
to show you a direction you might still go
if you free your heart and take your show
on a fling you once knew but somehow forgot.
Joy is the melody that sways your limbs
from rock and roll to gentle hymns
and makes you sing along with the vigor
god gave you to spread like sugar
on whatever sorrow damps and dims.
Joy is every new day's sun
rising like a glowing bun.
11
Absolutely Mist
Only messages in the rainbow mist
and now and then a leaf rooted sign
where all of a sudden my heart twist
yields love's clear signal so fine
wrought by silversmiths divine
by Fibonacci's old fractal design
to tell me an absolute line
has been held and crossed
hugged and tossed
as certain as the joy
which tickles a newborn's giggle
into my life's gamble that
can never be lost.
This is infinity's penalty
for knowing a heart so well
creation herself rings a bell
for the party to begin
and great old agony quell
to roast in fiery hell
The Singing Hair
Elisha grew her golden lion's mane
along her route of healing passion
combed only for taming the unruly
never tempted by contingent fashion
that insults and sullies against the grain
Of wisdom cultivated for an hour's sally
bringing even the hair of hares along
in that sunny valley where she longs to dally
even when called to duty for so very long
she sometimes forgets her joy in singing
every note from her heart kind wringing
ineffable vapors of love
undulating in the air
between the planets flying
we can hear goddesses sighing
to join the chorus of her earthly care
set aside in honor of Saint Cecilia.
Nike's Sole
Preface
If my birth here was by my choice
only then listen to my voice
else this earth I must disown
other places need I roam.
None cares hearing a sad refrain
born of sorrow and sharp pain,
ten shall I be quite mum
and only in the silence heard
that sits on midnight's head
far beyond and past all dread
for what is yet to come.
Prophecy
I gave you my heart
but you gave me your sole
attached to a pretty foot
nails tainted all red bloody painted
This is how Nike keeps her place
in Zeus' great chariot race
deriding love's uncertain dance
each starry notion that might else advance
to grow a tree in earthly ecstasy
is something she will never see
For this rather minor indiscretion
the moon will give her regular indigestion
until she leaves great Zeus' tall employ
to bear in light a baby boy
called Gabriel the white lions' joy.
12
Kissing You
My love is indomitable straight and true
never leaving a thing to rue
as close to heaven as flesh can be
with each kiss sense our immortality
that courses through each artery and vein
our path of great joys all to sustain
past vicissitudes we heartily disdain.
Beyond the fleeting our bond never strays
between merry galaxies it always stays,
prompting us by songs and plays
so vitally through all our days
we fail to sleep in its purple haze
and stay up nights just to shift our gaze
and jump to every minstrel call
embracing in a waving dance
in spring and summer never to fall
into deep despond since we have
like celestial reindeer learned to prance
at last sailed far beyond all care
to places where Gabriel and Uriel
have decorated a lovely lair
with childlike faces everywhere
who stay to save us with their play
a starring part for all who merely say
I love you.
13
Vio Lense
Violence cannot change the world
in reality it has no effect on it.
That terrible blood and screaming pain,
cracking earth, floods and fires
born of our baser desires,
can change anything is the greatest
illusion of our age.
Huge bombs and blasted limbs
force new creation at a quicker pace,
they do not ever even one single
love or kind sentiment erase.
So we must see the divine in every
place and each and every face,
or we are destined but to chase
burning buildings and bodies
all round the place
forgetting that harm is powerless
in the presence of a single grace.
This is the earnest lesson of our age,
to learn the worthlessness of rage
that every man and woman is a sage
when by tender touch they soft engage.
14
Where Is True Love?
Where is true love?
In your heart of hearts surely
when by passion viewed all alarmed
or by calm meditation disarmed
in that place of thought discarded
by wrenching twists of hot desire
amid sparks of divine inspired fire
kalachakra some have opined
as flashing merkabas get intertwined.
Where is true love?
True is plainly redundant
since love is only truth
and never could be more
or clever enough to be less