i have searched the earth and all the heavens
to find the girl of my dreams
i search the day and night of my discomfort
to bring my suffering heart a brief reprieve
to find my love I wait and seek
to bind my love, I come to keep.
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An Ode to Joshua
Joshua a Man at Fourteen,
Six feet tall he Leans Swift and Sure.
Upon Hair like the Sun,
Morning Rays Strike,
Igniting the Air
With his Crimson Verve.
The Orange Sky
Replete now Fevers
The Fiery Mane,
Burning as Cinders Hot
Against a World that
Did him so Wrong.
When his Own World
Called and Called Again
With Feverish Force
To Come and Play out Innocent’s Rite,
He looked Depression
Full in the Face
And put his Plans
On hold, Frozen in Time.
He Waits as Time Changes the
Boy into a Man,
Ready to Face a World that
Did him so Wrong
Filled in holy ritual his
Little Brother’s and
Loving Sister’s Plates.
Tied their Shoes to
Set them off to School.
Everyday Adventure
Tried With
Uncertainty to Do
What was Right
In a World that
Did him so Wrong.
Timid Hands
Of comfort Gently Laid
Upon Dad’s Shoulder:
And Both Cried
And Stared
And Sweat out the Lonely Dark.
And the Oak
And the Sapling Swayed Enduringly.
And in the Turning Winds
Ancestral Blood congealed firm as Force
Against a World that
Did Them so Wrong!
Hellish Night,
In One Twisting Year,
A Brutal Dark.
At Times to Stay
Be Shunted, and
Then to Run
He Hunted.
A Sapling Rooted
Beside an Oak
Solidly Stood,
Before a World that
Did him so Wrong.
The Winds of
Swelter and Change,
Pained Vicious
With Mocking Whispers.
But with fingered music
Pounded and plucked
He Held Onto
Youth’s Hopeful Song,
Facing a World that
Did him so Wrong.
He was the Innocent Unsung
That Became Untempered
A Surrogate Untrained
In place of motherhood Undone.
Duty that Walked and Shook
Away in Tears, discharged to
Never more do, the duty of doing,
Relegating life to lost innocence
That Weeps for the World that
Did him so Wrong!
the future is a place of mysterious design,
i cannot understand why…
but love is a floating image of the always unfound,
and surely that thing for which always we seek.
yes……..but now…so far from me its pleasure…
only serving me sadness and the stale of the lonely…
i wish to find completion within your presence,
but i must wait merely
for the oceans to part and the caps to melt
and for time to stop its masquerade against me.
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You Are the Light
YOU ARE FRACTURED LIGHT.
I AM IN THE DARK, OUT OF SCHOLARLY SIGHT
STANDING IN YOUR LIGHT
MY DARKNESS BURNS INTO THE BRIGHT
OF THE MOST BRILLIANT OF DAYS.
DAYS OF KNOWLEDGE
DAYS OF EXISTENTIAL COMPREHENSION
DAYS OF MONUMENTAL EXPRESSIONISTIC INTERPRETATION.
YOU ARE MY RIGHT
TO HAVE AND TO HOLD
TO LOVE WITH THE HOPE OF
A BURNING SUN
THAT SCRAPES THE
DARKNESS CLEAN
OF THE DIRTY STARS
THAT BUILD OVER TIME
AND NO ONE UNDERSTANDS
BECAUSE YOU ARE THE LIGHT
YOU ARE THE LIGHT THAT BURNS
MORE BRILLIANT THAN THE CANDLE’S END
THAT SLOWLY STOPS FULL IN THE DARKNESS
WAITING FOR THE RIGHT
TO ONCE AGAIN BE THE LIGHT.
THE LIGHT OF LIGHTS.
THE LIGHT OF DARKNESS
THE LIGHT OF SCHOLARLY SIGHT
THAT NEVER LOSES ITS EXISTENTIAL INSIGHTS.
OF LIGHT’S EPHEMERAL MIGHT.
YOU ARE THE LIGHT.
THE LIGHT OF LOVE.
ITS ALWAYS BURNING.
ITS ALWAYS BRIGHT.
ITS ALWAYS THE LIGHT OF SIGHT.
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MECHANIZED EAGLE
The Great Bird tilts gently from side to side,
A Mechanized Eagle rising in the sky.
The higher we go, the slower feels our stride,
But gravity our ascension cannot deny.
Gracefully we soar above mountains majestic
Not operose as did those who journeyed first.
Just cruise with me on wings simplistic,
For they are mere wrinkles of time which make the earth.
The higher we climb the tugging planet disappears.
Clouds rush forth like the evening tide.
Dressed in white covers, earth’s canvass smears,
As the great bird claws skyward on its heavenly ride.
No mountains now to see, the world a cottony terrain.
Dazzling figurations transform the clay, becoming in a way
A land mystic, showered with sunshine, never rain.
An ethereal creation bathed in beams of beauty in full array.
A vast, Crystal Ocean now lies below,
With furrows and rivers of a ghostly pale.
Their pattern, designs and symmetry bestow,
Upon the traveler’s heart a magnificent tale.
It’s a tale of ascending and descending in a chariot of steel.
Riding the airwaves with imaginary sails.
Lower then higher slower then faster over river and rill.
Liquid fire sparks the sky, as avicus metallicus never fails.
—A bedtime story
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Purest Love
I saw her again sitting on the edge of my reality
Black olive eyes set faultless, staring at me deeply,
Peering darkly into my soul and cresting the waves
Of my heart to ride my soul and sit and stay
With her love, which crescendos loudly enough
To destroy my fears; and sufficiently she struck
Holy love upon the score of my bonds that have forever sought
Her eternal touch—her surreal embrace—her dauntless tsunami in full distraught
That flows effortlessly over the barrier walls to envelop me inside
The web of purest love—nearby the edge I saw her waiting astride.
i went for a walk today and as i went
by a path so familiar, i paused blusteringly content
to lift my hat and warmly wave to a far away friend.
when this i did, came exhaling a frostily wind…
brushing my face with lightning strokes to bestow
a memory long since sealed thirty years ago…
it was only then and not before only then
i thought of that day quite identical to when
i went for a walk as a young man then and
lifted my hat, extending high my hand
just to nighly wave to a friend i espied
standing small over the great distance affined…
it was not the memory of the familiar then,
which made me feel today so strange to lift my hat;
rather, it was the factual me of yesteryear that
appeared so utterly, so recognizably, wholly avowed.
like the long lost twin of the me of the now,
the wind brought fresh the smell of the then…
i went for a walk today and as i went
by a path so familiar, i discovered blissfully content
that the who i was feels no different than the who i became.
i suspect most people safe harbor these uncommon familiarities,
anchored trenchant in the deepest, deep of our profundities,
reminding us we are and always will be the very same…
White diamond strands link with her coal black flair,
Long and silky-fine, linking mind to spine.
She stands to descend into my lair
And I reach out to stroke her lightening shine.
To me she speaks in love-stricken tones
Suffocating, surrendering, her body falls trapped
By a true love blue that holds her prone
Within my heart tightly wrapped.
She is here…in my mind…in my dream.
She is here…in my arms…in my space.
She is gone…leaving only coals and diamonds to trace.
She is gone…promising our future extreme.
I reach out to touch the heavenly body she wears
On earth where she teases me with her love,
Forcing the eyes of my soul to conjointly stare,
Throughout all of eternity at my Full Moon above.
The Poetry of Jeffrey L. H. Naylor 
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