Departure

The moment lingered as laughter and mirrored

The pleasant sensation of fingertips grazing

Against human flesh with off-timed affection.

Time was poised as an enemy of happiness,

As separation grew inevitable and expected.

Secret desires remained fixated beneath

A feathery comforter with fingers intertwined.

The lust became all-consuming, reality was rattled

And feelings were left to be fought,

With unpleasant fervor and want-to-bes.

Held in passion, each second was precious

For two people precariously evading separation—

Another second and they would be parted,

Knowing memories would soon grow hazy,

The curse of their myriad of mistiming.

The faces faded by morning, and were replaced

By a consciousness curious for the methodology

Of finding the remedy for another departing.

     DannYetman

www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com

Nameless

The brevity of our encounter is perturbing still,

As I fabricate a gaze I will never meet.

Forever you survive—live life—without a name,

As the woman carried away by summer winds.

You exist without a face, a façade of adulation,

Whom I thought at first ordinary—

But now I believe as beautiful.

We share nothing, but a ridiculous conundrum

And a sonnet, which was given in haste,

In hope of one day rejoining in ardour

And escaping the reality of the lives we live.

Our Tongues floundered blind circumstance

As we cantered in silence—the mystery

Of your name ensnaring me all the while.

Now you are a caricature, of a comely nature,

Whose coy smile will always be cherished.

She has neither a name nor face I remember,

But my heart is bestilled, by her quiet grace.

     DannYetman

www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com

The Heist

I’m part of a timeless heist for happiness as

My body breaks and becomes beaten;

My mind is made maleficent and morose;

My spirit is censored and somber

I question the paradigm of all conscious thought

And am ever searching for the entity who may calm

The storm. The one who stays afloat amidst the flood—

I’m drowning, and desperate and clinging to the remnants

Of a previous version of myself. I am chasing external stimuli

While hoping that is where true happiness lies.

Loneliness is a bitter beast he torments me, and tears

Me apart—he snickers as my childish views

As I coddle the wounds beneath my flesh.

The nirvana I seek is fluid, and never with my grasp;

And I am aware, vaguely, that my mindset is all wrong.

The absence of evil is not altruistic desire, and

A happy life is not deserved based on innate merit

And cannot be captured, netted, or enclosed.

In the senseless quest for knowledge, the tribulations

Of my lack of faith are final; the feelings of drifting

May last forever—I squander gifts I’ve been given.

      DannYetman

www/yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com

Vulnerability

Vulnerability is fledged from an aspiration,

For happiness to ascend and grow

Towards sunlight, as petals unfurl below.

Like a spring flower a smile blooms,

Brilliance to brighten unlit rooms.

It is heartwarming to witness the sheen

Of a pair of smiling eyes, reflections

That mimic the world’s unique perfections.

The universe can be such an evil place,

Unjust—it is placed upon the kindest grace.

The Self-absorption of Man (Sonnet I)

I am victim of the same vainglory,

As many men before—I often sigh

Arrogant breaths as I write the story

Of penitence I watch wither and die.

From conceited lips come sputtered speeches—

I am guilty of my own thoughtless ink,

Spilt to satisfy the inner reaches  

Of my thoughts, as deep as my kitchen sink.

I have lived the self-absorption of man—

The feeling, I assume, plagues every mind

That has ever thought since time first began—

I regret the ego I’ve not declined.

I have turned my back on kindness—the light—

Now I wish to grasp it with all my might. 

    DannYetman

www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com

Slipping Sands

We are mortals with misguided reason

For hopelessly hoping and hording beliefs.

We walk with heavy feet—we prowl—

In our darkest hour, ear to dwindling howls—

The night is our blackened season.

Beneath our beds, the demons claim,

And flicker signs of haunted beings.

We do our best, with human hands,

To forge happiness from slipping sands—

We romanticize the fumbling flame.

In our hearts we are self-centered

And selfish—we are a step away

From being evil and abhorred—

Altruistic desire will be ignored—

If the path is never ventured.

     DannYetman

www.DanielYetman.com 

Demons

I sat down, for dinner, with my demons

As they circled the circumference

Of the oaken table of their choice.

They picked my brain and pounded

Me with insipid pondering—and spoke

In soothing tones whilst whistling

Through their ghoulish grins.

They knew of the exact words

That drove my being—could distress me

And cause a disastrous irking.

The food was bleak, grey slop

That they thought I should be fed.

They gallivanted hither and thither,

With jovial jabs every now and then,

Fitfully, at my expense. Monsters!

They asked me questions I neither

Cared to answer, nor wished to consider—

For the fiends dehumanized me and

Stole a piece of my being. They

Convinced me to steal them secrets,

And sacred stories I should not,

Under any circumstance, have be hearing.

Those vile creatures captured me,

With their whispering and foregone tales.

They covered me with lesions and forgot,

At the dinner table, to serve dessert.

      Dannyetman

www.DanielYetman.com

Worthless

I have met no man on this earth

Who does not crave for respect

Or yearn to be loved and to give

His heart, truly, in return.

I have not yet found the figure,

Who fights against the feeling

Of being led astray so completely,

That they would not give their safety

For the chance to remain whole.

Neither a soul was born to wish away

Life, or love of any kind—

Nor have they’ve been bore

Into the shadows, with a darkness

That swallows them whole.

No entity is woebegone from birth

Or has to be told, of the carnal joys

That circumnavigate the earth.

It is through teaching, malleolus

Thievery of youthful vigor,

That children begin to question

Their worth—their contribution.

I’ve met no man who does not

Desire to smile and feel giddy

Beneath their rusted bark.

      DannYetman

www.DanielYetman.com

Burning

There are lights burning, through the night,

A world that exists when the sun goes down.

There are metaphors sealing hidden doors,

Buried so fully, they will not be unearthed.

Men evolve and steal secrets, so that they may

Have them as their own and wed new tales,

Adventures only partly belonged.

They speak of love they have never felt,

And the candle, they have witnessed

Burning against insurmountable circumstance.

Somewhere not far from here, the same

Words are weaving through lips, undeserving—

Finessed speak that is forged and fruitless.

Dejection is smiled upon, with laughter abroad

As calloused lips and blistered tongues

Come to meet, passionless pandering

That is both revolting and simply odd.

To the same cheeks that flap weakly,

Fate smiles cruelly to the rhythmic,

Symmetrical drivel that is uttered coolly,

And coiled about like a serpentine being—

An embodiment of edgeless languish.

Upon their vessels, the voyagers ramble,

And steal stories that have never been…

     DannYetman

www.DanielYetman.com

Sight

I wished a wish of fairy tale sentiment,

A longing heist that I want no part of.

But caught in a web—a mesh that cannot

Be thicker—I slip and flounder,

I misstep and blunder…

I howl and beat around, as I endure

Endearment and engagements.

I have encumbered the enjambments

Of a riddled mess, I am nothing,

Nothing but a shepherd’s pet—

With a tapered heart, and an unjustifiable

Longing that exists.

My own accounts and hopes of reason

Always seem to miss, as I bungle

The being that twists my seeing.

Sight is such a silly sense, blinding

Sensible gentleman, and weighing

Heavily on a long forgotten memory.

It is sight that coolly confronts,

The eyes of a lustful villain

But it is the feeling, which remains

Always—forever being.  

     DannYetman

www.yetmanpoetry.blogspot.com