Poems by Jerry Langdon

Jerry Langdon
 
FROM SOUTH-WESTERN, MICHIGAN, JERRY LANGDON LIVES IN GERMANY SINCE THE EARLY 90’S. HE IS AN ARTIST AND POET. HIS WORKS BATHE IN A DARKER SIDE OF EMOTION AND FANTASY. HE HAS RELEASED AN EBOOK OF POETRY TITLED “TEMPERATE DARKNESS”.
HIS POETIC INSPIRATIONS ARE DERIVED FROM POETS SUCH AS EDGAR ALLEN POE, ROBERT FROST AND HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW. AS WELL AS FROM VARIOUS ROCK BANDS. HIS APPARENTLY TWISTED MIND, TWISTS AND INTERTWINES FANTASY WITH REALLITY.
 
 
DERELICT BEAUTY
 
There is a beauty in the decrepit
Only a sorrowed heart can see
Derelict others would forget
Can ignite many a story
Dead and left to decay
Eroding to dement memory
Fading as Time makes its way
Swallowed in body and history
There is a beauty in the decrepit
Only a sorrowed hearts can see
Nature is the culprit
Embracing what used to be
That which still remains
Encompassing a derelict Memory
One with the darkened stains
Of a derelict beauty
Breathing life into the dead
Igniting the birth of a story
That haunts and dances in the head.
 
© Jerry Langdon 2015
 
 
 
Through a Misty Dream
 
Dearest, in my travels
My heart knows but longing.
My consciousness unravels
My dreams thronging
Mapping my way home.
But my dearest I won’t return.
My soul damned to roam
Never to see the home fire burn.
Ever but a spirit in dream.
Morpheus hath me in his embrace.
Hath bedded me ‘pon a distant moonbeam.
‘Tis the bitter fact I must face.
Keep a candle burning in thy ethereal window.
That I may find thee in this alternative reality.
That these surreal winds me one day blow,
Carrying me then back to thee.
‘Twas promised me all would be bolder
Here in the land of dream,
But all is darker and colder.
I can but endlessly scream.
Call thy blessed name
Through this vast abyss.
In search of candle flame.
In hopes to meet thy kiss.
‘Twere as the skies bleed
My heart’s longing pain.
Separated from what I need.
‘Tis but thee that holds me sane.
I hear the waves beat ashore,
Yet I spy no harbor nor bay.
Naught as drear and nothing more.
O how my heart strings fray.
Alas, a light cuts the drear.
I can finally see hither the breech.
I know you are me near
As I reach the beach.
Morpheus hath harketh my pleas.
The veil lifts to colour bold.
I fall fordone to my knees.
The sands of homeland, I hold.
A grateful handfull I doth steal.
Wander to thy awaiting bed.
Sand in thy eyes that thou seeeth real.
For reality is only something in thy head.
Welcome Home my dear
To my loving embrace.
Thou shalt remaineth here
For here is now our place.
 
© Jerry Langdon 2017
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