Biography of Nick Kasparie
Nick Kasparie Poems
A New Sonnet
I dare not say her name for fear that I'll Become consumed by long forsaken woes, Though maybe I've been happy for a while, It has been years since last this dread arose.
Place Of Dignity
Eyes of gold will seek what troubles the meek Those in the valley aspire to the peak It’s hard to get there with these weights on my feet I’ve been running forever on this hopeless street
Life's Cage (The Short One)
Life’s cage is true belligerence And ignorance, its Lock The young die bold The old die cold
To hurry passion is a fault, unwise To wait too long has led to my demise
Kelsey…Kelsey, my heart seems to say In the dead of the night Or the brightness of day Kelsey…Kelsey, the beat never stops
The Sword That's Sheathed I am not one who walks through desert storms I am no hero searching for the truth I walk down paths with those who misinformed
This Thing I Call Love
Had we a heart for the love we had shared God could have been kind and just left us a pair But maybe our senses got into the way; It had to be darkness that shadowed our days.
In one long note, the song is sung. The hopeful dirge has now begun. What started with a coward’s cry continues with an honest lie Would arrows shot in parallel bring forth an end to actions fell The first struck hard into the lamb, and soon the second’s sure to land
Relief to know these things that grow, Unconscious worries that come and go, Will soon subside and fear abide To rules they’ve made about suicide
The flower planted long ago Has reached its bitter end No longer is it beautiful It’s withered now and gone
Impatience with a body ever slumping and resisting That emotion of a moving, never-ceasing human being In the energetic body of a person caffeinated While this sluggish couch potato on his journeys fabricated
One Last Chance
I didn’t know then and I can’t say that now, I know all the ins and the outs or the how, But I’m living and learning while still missing you, And it seems pretty clear that you’re missing me too.
The shell lies deep beneath the sand It's hidden from the hands of man And long it lies without a touch Awaiting your elusive clutch
A letter on a paper is a pretty petty thing If just a few are added then some words will coalesce And from the words come stanzas as our poem starts to dress With similes to follow and a meter for the ring
A New Sonnet
I dare not say her name for fear that I'll
Become consumed by long forsaken woes,
Though maybe I've been happy for a while,
It has been years since last this dread arose.
Her charm and way of speaking have all gone;
My memory holds just a fading scene,
Her smiling face, which I must carry on
In waking dreams, it will stay ever green.
If I could see her once again, I know