John Lars Zwerenz
John Lars Zwerenz (1969-) is an American journalist,
poet and writer known for his romantic,
impressionistic and mystical works. He
owns a Bachelor's Degree in English from
Queens College at The City University
of New York, but at the age of 24 he left
his graduate studies in order to travel and
write poetry. His writings are deeply spiritual in subject matter and tone. Much of his verse employs transcendental language and is rich in meaning and musicality. Eternal Verse, (2013) widely lauded as a poetic masterpiece takes the reader on an astounding journey through the beautific realms of paradise. It has just been published by Xlibris of Simon ... more »
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John Lars Zwerenz Poems
PURGATORY I went down into Sheol, where all my bones Were numbered like knots of whited rope;
I Ventured Out Beneath The Moon...
I ventured out beneath the moon, full, white and round... I ventured out beneath the moon, full, white and round. My boots broke the sheets of snow as I walked with the muse, my guide.
The morn is giving birth To the dawn- yet to reign, still budding, undone. Shall you play the earth, And me the sun? -
To My Future Bride
TO MY FUTURE BRIDE 'I am faint with love.' - The Song of Songs
Our love was an ivory boon, Which reigned with the angels in the night. We would kiss beneath the moon, Among the statues in the light.
Ladies And Men
LADIES AND MEN The window box looks down below To the avenue where young ladies pass
A Lady Fair
I ventured out one pristine night Beneath blue stars to a furrow on a hill.
The Rose Garden
THE ROSE GARDEN Where can we find a cove where love and lute Are married to the strains of cello and flute,
Le Jardin De Rose
, où pouvons-nous trouver une anse où l'amour et le luth sont mariées à des souches de violoncelle et flûte, à l'abri des pluies dans nos vêtements de blanc?
THE MUSE I shall leave the city, the bustling town. I shall walk to the outskirts of the wild plains,
An Angel's Song
An Angel's Song We ventured out in the gray of night, On amber furrows beneath linden trees,
Mary, The Mother Of God
The scenery of Mary's Court is green, white and gold. Green are her trees, white is the sun, And gold is of The Spirit, containing every other hue. There are brooks which run, of azure blue
SCARLET BREEZES Scarlet breezes swirl through the square, Beckoning us to come
Quotationsmore quotations »
''Poetry devoid of music is life devoid of air.''John Lars Zwerenz
''It is in the sacred realm of ethereal silences where secrets are revealed.''John Lars Zwerenz
''Air, food, shelter, clothing and water are the means of life. Yet, next to the love of God and others, it is art that we live for.''John Lars Zwerenz
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I went down into Sheol, where all my bones
Were numbered like knots of whited rope;
All of them were broken; Bereft of all hope,
In blackness I had awoken to a sky devoid of tones,
To a sigh deprived of light.
Yet in the dire dark of that good, sacred night,
Faith beyond faith sustained my flight
Through ghastly veils,
And starless pales,
Where shadows mocked my desperate plight.
Then came the gold and regal dawn,
As I raised my hands, tortured in torment,
Upon an emerald, icy, dewy lawn,
Hoping for the sun of noon,