John Lars Zwerenz

Veteran Poet - 1,044 Points (1-5-69 / Kew Gardens, New York, USA)

John Lars Zwerenz Poems

1. The Billowing Reeds 2/26/2013
2. To Rebecca 2/26/2013
3. The Lady Of The Garden 4/26/2013
4. The Courtyard 10/10/2013
5. My Love 10/10/2013
6. Paul (Ode To A Teacher) 10/17/2013
7. Le Chateau 11/16/2013
8. Rejoice! 12/11/2013
9. The Ghost Ship 12/15/2013
10. The Outer Darkness 12/18/2013
11. Passion 1/30/2014
12. The Baby Grand 1/30/2014
13. My Lover Is In Paradise 2/3/2014
14. Scarlet Gales 12/9/2013
15. The Grave Of Arthur Rimbaud 2/28/2014
16. Moonlight 3/13/2014
17. Your Gaze 3/15/2014
18. The Apollonian 3/15/2014
19. Your Face 3/15/2014
20. Dreaming By The Lake 3/15/2014
21. My Youth 3/29/2014
22. Fire 4/3/2014
23. The Grove 4/4/2014
24. The Infinite 4/5/2014
25. Sunset 3/13/2014
26. 'The Sky Is So Blue, So Pure, And So Soft..' 3/16/2014
27. Ecstatic Wine 3/16/2014
28. Wines 4/6/2014
29. The Conservatory 4/13/2014
30. June 4/26/2014
31. Eternity 4/27/2014
32. The Swashbuckler 4/28/2014
33. A Grecian Tale 4/28/2014
34. The Starlit Night 5/2/2014
35. By The Lake 5/8/2014
36. Par Le Lac 5/9/2014
37. Poetry 5/10/2014
38. The Lady Of The Bastion 5/26/2014
39. Asleep In The Garden 5/26/2014
40. The Graveyard 6/5/2014
Best Poem of John Lars Zwerenz

A Gypsy's Life

A gypsy am I, as I rove on the downy dale;
Aside from the taverns, the fields are my only vale.
I drink from my carafe a fairy-fermented brew,
And I dream of fair love, beneath a radiant sky of blue.

I carry within my satchel a book of romantic rhyme;
I wield it when I may, and write as I did of old: -
Of a sable-haired girl, whose gaze is of a raven-gold.
Her dress is white and long, and her hair is of an elysian clime.

I am struck by visions beside the lane,
On starry October nights, laved by the autumn rain,
And I sleep beneath the myrtles, musing ...

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A Voyage To Cyprus

A VOYAGE TO CYPRUS

I ferried eastward, leaving Cythera, her wine,
Her temples of ivory, her boundless plains
Far, far behind me, as Macedonian rains
Filled the vast Aegean's brine.

And in that flowery Ionian wake
I encountered wanton zephyrs of blue,

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