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In a Romantic Mood: A Poetry


Val enjoys writing his own style of what resembles poetry, just hoping to catch someone's heart on the same page.


All Romantic Music Gone

Where is the music romantic and cool

the one long before heavy metal and rap

now played by every angry, hysterical fool

that pushed away finesse for this noisy crap.

Gone are days of romantic expression

with roses and lips on an album's cover

when lyrics displayed a gentle confession

so adding to the words of each hopeful lover.

Under dimmed light we would slowly dance

in embrace, as if blending with each other

hearts so resonating in a musical trance

nothing in this world that could bother.

Music that made you seek a mate

giving your dreams a new dimension

as you rehearsed words for that first date

those mellow sounds easing down the tension.

Music that helped memories to be made

for years to come crowned with silver hair

in so many romantic hearts it forever stayed

deaf to this crappy noise which can't compare.

Generations are coming with something new

each but expressing their own musical mood

but it's not meant for me, and maybe for you

those times are gone when music was good.

From the Lips of My Muse

Oftentimes she lulls me into a poetic trance

her whisper not always so easy to perceive

but enough for rhymes, their rhythmic dance.

and yet for another human story to conceive.

Wondrous is magic of words at their play

with mystery of where they are springing

and how they know what they want to say

like free flowing lyrics in carefree singing.

What in me insists on expressing my soul

lining every vibrant and meaningful letter

like in rehearsal of some theatrical role

stumbling at first, but getting better.

\if my Muse happened to be a human

she might look like Madonna with child

or like an angel disguised as a woman

with that mysterious Mona Lisa's smile.

I see her again as she is waving good-bye

reading this last verse from her smiling lips

I smile back at her with this trembling sigh

while ending yet another of my poetic trips.

An Incorrigible Romantic

Crystal dust of stars reflected in this heart

as they sit on horizon with their gentle touch

like a visual lullaby with its every dreamy part

and enchanting me with its spell ever so much.

Born a romantic, a romantic I'll die

blending into spirit of nature's delight

breathing with breeze caressed by its sigh

discovering all my purpose in every moonlight.

\i run out of words when heart wants to speak

and let it be all unspoken, just felt in my core

not minding to look like a sentimental freak

but letting it bloom in me forever more.

\for what's other sense of living this life

if heart is short of this magical feeling

this happens in absence of any strife

with a starry night as soul's ceiling.

My memories are made of this fabric so divine

and my future is basking in sunshine of trust

with present aromatic like glass of old wine

that, my friend, is often bordering with lust.

© 2021 Val Karas

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