Titanic

Titanic

Today you sunk six miles beneath the Atlantic.

Your opulent fixtures forever marred.
The once-majestic ocean liner
Is no more.

One-hundred years later,
You lie beneath the sea;
Rusted, and covered in aquatic life.
Your opulent staterooms stand as tombs,
Telling stories of tragedy.

Into the depths of a frigid April night
You were lost forever.

You are not forgotten.
Nor are the many people
You carried across the vast ocean.

-Written April 15, 2012

A Poem I Wrote When I Was 20

Oh, god it's going to suck. I wrote it for a story. A fan-fic of all things, about Josh Groban.  Please excuse the possible crap of it. I post this strictly for the amusement it will bring me.


Who moves through life with beauty and grace,
Always carrying a smile upon her face?
Who touches me with a gentleness all her own,
Without a frown or groan?

Who loves me no matter what I do,
Or who is beside me,
Because she knows I think of her only?

She is my fire,
My ice,
My hope,
My dreams.
And even though it seems as if
We are separated too much;
It is only with one touch,
One breath, one kiss,
That our souls reconnect again.

Who, is this  goddess without a name?
Only two words sum up this elusive rhyme.

My wife.

Written January 27, 2004.

In Honor of National Poetry Month

Wedding Night

Far from the feasting, in the bedroom

Sits loyal Amor and quakes with dread:

What if the guests become too zestful,

Break the peace of the bridal bed?

A mystical and holy shimmer

Flows from his pale flames of gold;

For you both a whirl of incense

Readies pleasures manifold.

How throbs your heart as chiming timepiece

Chases noisy guests away;

Any moment, lips you burn for

Nought will utter, nought gainsay.

You hasten with her to the temple,

There to consummate your bliss;

The guardian holds aloft his flambeau,

Still and small as a taper is.

How she trembles with your kisses,

Bosom, lips, and cheeks, and brow:

His severities are shivers,

Your derring-do is duty now.

Quick, Amor helps you undress her,

He has half your enterprise;

Roguish, then, but also modest,

He'll be closing both his eyes.

-Johann Wolfgang von Goethe

I don't know why I love this poem so much.  I just really think it's very descriptive and you definitely can imagine the scene in your head.