BY LOVE BEGUILED, In Mood Subjunctive, rewrite

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BY LOVE BEGUILED,
In Mood Subjunctive,
Rewrite


Don't get me wrong.
If I appear distracted,
Look knocked out by the light.
You make a very strong performance,
A singularity round whose axis my mind spins.

I remember once, years ago,
When I landed in New York,
After living a year and half in Europe, 
How the neon of America,
It appeared so awesomely garish, and bright.
Yet, when I close my eyes and picture it,

All seem pale before the radiance of your face.

Two people meet for morning breakfast,
Look out the café's window at the steady rain,
Walk here and there along avenues of
Inviting store fronts, and before the day is over
Fall into hopeless passion one for the other,
As though there be something in the air,
Perhaps some electromagnetic charge.
So the occasional electricity might overwhelm us.

Or cupid steal behind fixtures of thoroughfares.
(That day I spied him crouched near a mailbox,
At start of our walk on Main Street in Point Pleasant!)

The winged child, he pull from his quiver, arrows;
They drip wet with potion. Once he aim
And shoot them, grievously they tear mortal flesh
To make for a ruckus extraordinaire
And expectations suddenly become great.

This romance presses hard upon me.
Its a love I am compelled to profess.

To gain your confidence,
To prove my mind sound, not at loss to reason,
I couch my verse in mood, subjunctive,
A grammar I use hoping to temper
My over-wrought affection and quiet,
Soften the immodest and elevated parlance.

Were I not to employ this principle of language,
One might believe my love for you be shameless.

The mood, also, provides proper relief
For the all, too-far-out attitude, the conceit,
Whose command animates my senses,
That I have come to possess a gift, as it were,
Higher power grant me prophetic mantle.

Understand. I solely express my own wish and desire.
All I say remain contingent
Of mind still hypothetical and dependent.

I do not use the imperative, I make no demand.
I have no special outcome in mind.
I dwell in fortress called Zion,
And come from it in the Pilgrims' coat and hat.
I look in the mirror and see their collar and tie.
And, like those passengers on board the Mayflower,
I know the Lord to be my helper. I fear not.

Who among your former friends has ever said it better?

And were you to live long and hearty life
As all actuaries predict, what future friend
Might ever phrase it near as well as I have put it?

And if you for a moment consider,

This lyric arrive, transcending everyday concerns,
That it join, Sentiment Supreme, Him, the real pilot,

When we drove in the white, Ford van and crossed
Jersey's North shore highways, while the soft brown,

Oh that magic, dream-like, living, pale, ethereal,

And somewhat golden light accented the downpours,
Whose constant unleashed falling, more
Like rain the Lord had promised Noah,
Than any explicable, temporary weather.

Wie es eigentlich gewesen war.
The carriage held but just us -- and immortality.

And when we drove that first time together,
Though it is months ago, and now amounts to years,
All the time past, it feel shorter than the day, the day
I first surmised the engine's mounts
Were tied to point, and we, too, were belted,
Hurled straight ahead in solemn league.

Mercy, let it be known, Mercy freely bestowed,

Not for this, the one earthly moment,
But for our childrens children,
Drawn and signed, delivered,
A grant for us and them, settled in this verse,
Sure as Word once promised Abraham.

I hear the text my grandmother spoke.
I picture her at work while she iron and fold,
I watch her nod the affirmative nod,
Repeat to you what she said to me,

And I will bless them that bless you,
And curse him that curses you:
And in you shall all families of the earth be blessed.

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[JoeLovesDo]

in the time of day there is a time of mind find the right time and your subjunctive poetry shall come

 the time for that can be soon or far but for now you must rewrite

[StanleyPacion]

Yes, indeed, rewrite, the motivating force behind my lyric . That has been the fantasy here. I attempt to show how I have developed these poems, some from forty years back. This poem, no easy task to develop the subjunctive in English narrative , since the mood's use in American English becomes increasing small. However, I have that poem now in the hands of a super editor, and it has been redone and I should upload it one more time early, January 2010. Thanks, Yours, Stanley

[Nicatroubadour]

the sort of thing id prefer to read in my armchair or listen to on radio 4 whilst driving, but even in this really sterile thing that youtube is i really did enjoy it.

[StanleyPacion]

Thanks for your continuing high estimation of my labor. You are a great pal. And I have the list of British drama, but of course, I have seen them all, and some more than once. But thank you, and make sure you get at least one of the black and white Bergman's I recommended. I am sure they will turn your head around.

[udiealot81]

Great poem Stanley! It was nice to listen to this, and listen to the past of the poem, and I can visualize being there due to your exquisite descriptions.

[StanleyPacion]

Well as I told one of my other readers I failed to get the Subjunctive right in between some of those lines of verse, alas. But you know me by now, I keep doing them over and over, again and again, tusting that eventually I might get the enterprise right.

[StanleyPacion]

Thanks you for your kind word.

[StanleyPacion]

That is a very kind estimation, but I appreciate your time and effort on my behalf. Love, Stanley

[StanleyPacion]

What more is there than immortality, hey? Well there is that covenant, also. Thanks my dear woman, Shhh, your good cheer always welcomed, but guess what, my editor gave me a grade of "A" for the poetry, but an "F" grade for the use of the Subjunctive, alas. So soon there will be another version.

[KitchenTableWisdom]

5***** by the way

[KitchenTableWisdom]

"The carriage held but just us-and immortality"

Ah,there was the beguiling!

[Poemsapennyeach]

Sweet.