True Love of Coffee

The Star and the Rose

Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Dedicated Poems, Love, Romantic

You would think

That a heart

Could feel itself in bloom

You would believe

That a soul

Could discover a place to call home

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But what if

The heart was lost

Amongst a field of roses

What if

The soul was wandering

Through the midnight hue of stars

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You would hope

That a heart

Could find itself in love

Warm and embraced

By a hand that would never let go

Yet willing to let it thrive alone

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You would desire

That a soul

Would find the place it always searched for

Comforted and secure

Amongst it’s brethren in a family

Yet cherished by one far away

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Would one still childishly believe

That a heart

And a soul

Could be separated by so much difference

To find a place to each call their own

Yet find themselves paired in wonderful unison

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That one would draw strength from being held

The other to collect itself in a land defined as heaven

That one would define the most vibrant of hue

While the other stands in dreams above

That one could be held so close

And be touched by one so far

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You would think, that a heart and a soul

Could forever find themselves together

That a stranger laying in a field would observe

A simple rose and a star

And know without doubt

That true love could span any distance

The Smile

Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Dedicated Poems, Romantic

That moment I met you
It was remarkable
~Wait
No it wasn’t

Yet you didn’t move
anything but your lips
my god, do you realize
how you touched me

Phases of the Moon

Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Dedicated Poems, Friendship, Spiritual

I was the lunatic
Merely a phase of my soul
Glistening in a light not my own
Rarely if ever, could you see me whole

I hid, as the scars of my life defined my existence
My dreams
Were simply a sliver of my imagination
Fading into the penumbra, the darkness of things around me

Losing myself in twilight that was mine to create
I stared at the stars above me, around me
Yet the brilliant warmth they shed reflected from my skin
My purpose was to dance with a partner and be the unnamed

My partner, vibrant and beautiful
I would look onto you and be amazed
My gaze would be so clear, yet sometimes blinded
I could define nothing else without you by my side

I would move closer
Yet never would you be within my reach
My spirit would revolve around your presence
Your grasp on me would lure me for enternity

As I could feel our synergy shape us
As the eb of your heart shifted with the tide
Within each motion, I spiralled out of control
Yet this partnership kept me in your pull

I cannot deny, this partnership would corrupt my faith
When my love had stole your illumination
as I blocked your grace from the heavens
and placing you in darkness turned my passion to fear

When I eclispe your brilliance with my dead gray body
I would only be reborn
as your glowing smile touched my body
and we began the dance from the first step again

Simply Better

Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Daily thoughts, Dedicated Poems, Friendship

If someone could simply say

I know of another,
a simple soul
who is perfect in the smallest way
and flawed in the best way

I would say to them

I know of only one
who is not a simple soul
but a brilliant one
who is not perfect in the smallest way
but in the only way that matters
and who may be flawed in the best way
but I wouldn’t know
because they are simply better than I

Forgetting The Rose

Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume One, Dedicated Poems, Romantic

Tis not possible to define love, nor can it be forgotten.

 

Within passion and envy, it is always held cherished

 

Not within a poet’s mind does it live, merely remembered

 

For it is not within reason, yet warmly within the heart

 

It cannot be contained by phrase, only written in prose

 

Like a rose it holds beauty, yet danger to those it holds

Maestro

Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Dedicated Poems, Defiant

The foreboding absence of a voice
as subtle echoes of thought touch my memory
I can feel, but fail to listen to this heart
I dare not fathom it’s true saying

It beats
Slowly, with a defiant courage
the dream it speaks of is hidden from my ears
Somewhere within me it screams

Yet my ears are deaf to it’s cry
I cautiously wonder if the tone of my imagination is lost
and I ponder if being alone
is simply the cost of discovering a true melody

Can one soul know itself to be brave
as it stands independent in a symphony of emotion
Is one voice enough to declare itself an orchestra of life
when it fails to be accompanied by anyone else?

My hope, my desire
the love I have
the compassion I dare not share
conveys myself in a masterpiece so vibrantly quiet

And I know
that my life is defined by others hearing my performance
as I am cast in a part of being alone
my role in this act is to lead someone to who I am

Without my solitude
the defiance of a soul willing to stand apart
an unbreaking faith to inspire those who cannot imagine
I would lose everything

And we would suffer
as an amazing belief of true independence
would define itself as not being alone
but as note of clarity that connects each chord

The Perfect Dance

Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Daily thoughts, Dedicated Poems, Romantic

The Perfect Dance

Like a long walk
slowly dancing
your hands so cold
my body so warm

I take your soul
wanting a quick release
yet I find nothing
but an embrace I cannot break

I discover your brilliance
and I find myself moving so slowly
yet I dare not risk any haste
for every second I know is another I touch

Your breath
the scent of your lust
the fragrance of knowing my desire
while simply losing myself in moving passion

I cannot deny
You are simply beautiful
and my words are defined by the silence you inspire
as I breathe, yet I am breathless

I look into your eyes
deep, alluring windows that ask my soul to speak
and the voice I choose to use
ends in quiet as my fingers caress your hand

With one touch
I find your waist and draw you closer
like a fine artist trying to define something inspiring
something beyond everything I can ever know

With a moment of tension
your body quivers
your hands shake
and our spirits become one

While we kiss
lovers dancing in a motion we cannot break
one moment of bliss
forever held in a memory of two hearts

I, the Fool

Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume Two, Dedicated Poems, Loss, Regret, Romantic

If I loved you
could you love me too
If I was a dream
would I dare to release
care to scream
at me the fool
should I stare at this thing
hoping my heart is not just a tool
do I bare myself and reveal this to you?

Dreaming of the Rose

Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume One, Dedicated Poems, Love, Romantic, Spiritual

Oh beautiful red I love this rose

Nye did I discover where it grows

Never could I find the place you’ve seen

This luscious field of tender perfect green

I would now try to steal that to be kept

For this vision was dreamed as I slept

I would now happily become a thief

So this morning of waking would not become grief

I could easily say that I had found such a place

Of simple dreaming of a heavenly face

No I could not have slumbered with more delight

Than of peacefully knowing it felt so right

The silent voice of the dreaming no longer speaks

Yet a soulful knowing that it found what it had sought

With a forgotten future that was always so bright

A restless dream found only tonight

Knowing of treasures that many would not keep

A blissful allure found only when I sleep

Willful Immortality

Posted by Barry Hurd in Coffee - Volume One, Dedicated Poems, Defiant, Spiritual

My strength was gone

Yet my spirit was trying

I couldn’t hold on

And my heart was dying

 

Soulful will no longer

Fading to darkness so deep

Knowing this coming hunger

Sadness bringing me to weep

 

Telling my heart not to say

This story was sadly lost

Feelings don’t vanish in just a day

Yet they feel cold like morning frost

 

I hadn’t lived love without knowing

Needing a soul that had gone away

My life was something without showing

That my heart was here to stay

 

Trying to say I cared

I couldn’t make you see

Dying within as I dared

That soulful death was me