John Lars Zwerenz
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''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
''Most of my poetry was written on the road, far away from my boyhood home in New York City. I lived in abject poverty most of the time, depending on the generosity of strangers and friends. Most of my verse was composed in fields, in furrows, on beaches, in graveyards, in wooded lands and in between my returns to New York City, the majority of my rhyme was written in far away places such as Paris, London, California, much of New England, Florida and The Midwest. My first published book, 'Selected Poems' was written in Europe over two years. I composed a volume of verse never published to this day while I lived in Paris entitled 'Parisian Verse'. The majority of my poetry composed since I was in High School to the present day has never been published. In addition to 'Selected Poems' I have published over 500 poems in seven subsequent volumes.''John Lars Zwerenz
''Did you all not know that agony and sufferings are the path that is paved to Paradise? Did you all not know that every tear shed upon the earth shall be transformed into an eternal crown of glory? Have the courage to feel your pain, and an infinity of definitive happiness shall be your reward forever.''John Lars Zwerenz
''The goal of this life is nothing less than to attain eternal happiness.''John Lars Zwerenz
'''It is love Who created us. It is love Who has redeemed us. And it is love Who will judge us all on the evening of this life.'''John Lars Zwerenz
''When one enters the Kingdom of God, after the course of this earthly life, in an ineffable union with The Triune Deity, one finds there their own name, their true self, clearer than crystal and more splendid than diamonds. - John Lars Zwerenz''John Lars Zwerenz
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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 ...
I wove my verses in a cluster of purple stars,
While dreaming on the meadow in the tender, April rain.
A mendicant, I wandered to the outskirts of the plain,
And I slept in the glow of a campfire's bars.
I awoke to the vast, blond horizon,
To dahlias, daisies, roses, to aromatic fleur-de-lis;
In my black sailor's coat, I arose to symphonies;
And at night I roved the Acheron.