Guinevere Hempstead's Poetry & Songs Copyright 1990 - 3142, Guinevere Hempstead. All rights reserved.
"There is only beauty and it has only one perfect expression - poetry. All the rest is a lie, except for those who live by the body, love, and, that love of the mind, friendship. For me, Poetry takes the place of love, because it is enamored of itself, and because its sensual delight falls back deliciously in my soul." -Stéphane Mallarmé
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This is a small sampling of my songs and poetry. My writing style follows no form. Any poem that seems to follow any type of meter or measure is purely accidental. I'm not against those who write "by the book," it's just not for me. I can only write from my heart and soul, from my emotions and experience. And form has always hindered these expressions. So, while reading these lines, be aware that you may not always be led where you think you are going. With that said, I hope you enjoy reading these poems. If you do, I would appreciate a message on my guestbook to let me know. Or even an email. Also, if you are a publisher and want to pursue publishing a book of my quirky poetry, I am VERY! interested in that, so please contact me!
I, Guinevere Hempstead hereby certify that the following poems and songs are my original work and that all rights to these works are mine. These writings are an honest and true effort of my personal creativity and unique artistic vision, and I publish them on the Internet as such. Enjoy them well but do not publish, print, copy or sell them without my consent and, of course, a percentage of the profit!. ;-) Linking to this site is however more than welcome! Let me know about it, and I'll link back to you. And without further ado, the poetry:
your soul speaks to me
in whispers
soft, still waters
that lap at my shore
teasing me
with sweet, fragrant tones
that echo
in my mind and soul
soft, round flavors
fill me
from your whispers
leaving me wanting
for more
Why does Viggo kiss me
So often in my dreams?
Why do my thoughts stray
To him so very often?
I am sick and tired
Of these fictional caresses.
They obviously must pale
In comparison to the real thing.
And they only make me want
What everyone tells me
I cannot have.
So how do I rid myself
Of all vestiges of Viggo?
How do I let him go?
How do I rid myself of
All these fantasy kisses?
Seeking, I go on line
Seeking approval
Seeking friendship
Seeking abundance
Seeking love
Seeking understanding
Seeking completion
Seeking knowledge
Seeking wisdom
Seeking unity
Seeking hope
Seeking, I go on line
I wish I could forget you forever
I wish I could forget your poems,
Forget your eyes,
Your artwork, your words,
I wish I could forget your charm,
Forget your ways,
Your lips, your dreams,
Forget you forever.
I've traveled the devil's road;
I've tasted the vampire's kiss;
I've danced with my demons
And slept in their embrace...
I've wrestled with my shadow;
I've followed where it led;
I've explored my darker side
And feasted were it fed...
I've sang the ancient songs;
I've moved to the darker dance;
I've tasted the forbidden fruit
And learned the meaner knowledge...
And after all my travels, I've learned that...
Light & learning feel better than ignorance & sadness;
Pixies & elves are more enjoyable than demons & vampires;
Beauty & love overpower all darkness & shadow.
And so, after traveling, learning & tasting so much,
I've turned my world from Shadow to Light.
Time slips through its boundaries.
Minutes swim through hours
As real-imaginary books
Create and un-create themselves
On invisible shelves.
I sit on my bed contemplating
The implications of existence.
The world around me
Blinks in and out playfully,
Creating and un-creating itself
Before the blind eyes of my mind.
I sit on my bed
Concentrating too hard
On how to use
All the 'magical' techniques
I have so diligently learned,
Not realizing
That the world around me
Does all these magical things naturally
(without even picking up a book).
Her song is a wisdom song
Her song is a gentle song
Her song is the song of life
And her song is the song of death
Her song is a passion song
Her song is a lightning song
Her song is the song of the four winds
And the song of the four directions
Her song is the drumming of the heart
Her song is the beating of the drum
Her song is filled with all the emotion in existence
And all the experiences of an earth-time.
Her song is the song of the heart
Her song is the song of the soul
Her song is the song that is
Cried out
In the joy and agony
Of her existence.
An acorn fell off of a tree
And on it's way down it thought,
"I am going to be the biggest tree around
When I hit the ground.
I'm going to be a hundred feet high,
I will be so tall I will touch the sky!
No one will ever cut me down,
That's because I'll be the best around!
I'll be the tallest there could ever be,
Just wait and see!"
And as he hit the ground,
A little chipmunk picked him up and said,
"Oh Wow! This is Rad!
This will be the best dinner I ever had!"
As the darkness melted
Off the mountain sides
It was replaced
By the warm
Golden-green of morning
Filling me
With an exuberant joy
To be alive
On this miraculous planet
Why do you give me shivers up my spine?
Why do I long for you all of the time?
Why do you never hear my call?
Why do I care for you at all?
Why do you affect me so?
Why do I love you so?
Why do you stare?
Why do I feel?
Why do you?
Why do I?
You do
I do
Too
Probable futures
Of you and me
We are together
In these futures, I see
Probable paths
We might take
Hand in hand
Of the world, we partake
Parted we are
And apart we have stayed
But in probable futures
Together we've loved and laid
Imagined possibilities
Of you and I
Fill my heart
As I touch the sky
Imagination soars
My soul to yours
As probable futures
Open all the doors
I, Guinevere Hempstead hereby certify that the above poems and songs are my original work and that all rights to these poems are mine. These writings are an honest and true effort of my personal creativity and unique artistic vision, and I publish them on the Internet as such. Enjoy them well but do not publish them without my consent.
Copyright 1990 - 3142, Guinevere Hempstead aka Guinevere Hempstead. All rights reserved.
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