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R.G. Williscroft
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The poems in this volume span nearly thirty years of my life. Many were written while I chased the illusive mistress on submarine patrol duty, and others in my expanding search from the Tropical Pacific to deep in the Arctic Ice Pack. The interludes are there, of course; and my former wife and son would tell you they aren’t enough.
Even now, I watch the sun setting behind St. Augustine
Volcano in Northern Gulf of Alaska, and the melancholy music is as real now as
it was when I wrote that poem as a young man in 1960.
Join me then. Share with me my loves, dreams, search, pain and—yes—my resignation. Not from life, but rather to the inevitable process of life which ultimately forces each one of us to reevaluate, to look again.
R.G.
Williscroft
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| I Don’t Cry Anymore | |
“Loving
you forever!”
On
these words we build
Vindicating
past expression:
“I shall love
“Never ceasing
“Giving always
You
gave-
On passion’s alter
Under
my embrace.
Ouzel’s
winsome songs
Rendered
less
Enchanting.
-Voiced
alone,
Evolved
thru tears,
Received
with joy!
Woman
is desire.
She
moulds worlds
And
breaks asunder
What
she cannot shape.
Her form enthralls,
Her
scent bewitches,
Her
flow engulfs
And
makes a man.
She takes to give
And
loves without
Recourse
to why a
Woman
is desire.
You are woman.
Love
you
On
my
Very
life
Everything
past and
Yet to be
On
my soul
Utterly
To
live is to love
And,
by God, but I live
For
I live and I love
With
a passionate zest!
In
you I have found
The
one thing that makes life
For
to live is to love
And
I love without rest.
My
Love, you’re my life!
For
to love is to live
And I love you, I love you
O'er all things the best!
0,
how I yearn to tell you all-
To
stand for one brief space
With
thoughts revealed,
With
open soul,
To
look you in the face and say with truth:
I
love you with a strength on par
With
all the universal power that
Flows
through endless space.
I
try, 0 God, I try!
But
with my final breath
These
hollow words ring through the air
With
disenchanting mock. I swear
On
death, I swear on life-
Just
words, no meaning there.
I
cannot say it, but
When
you need me, Darling,
I’ll
be there.
The
savory essence of living,
My Love,
Is
a beautiful symbol of life.
A
constant reminder of things that have been
And
shall be and are now made of love.
-Heady rapport and
A promise to stay;
-Sweet pain of absence,
The long, empty day.
This
essence of living!
A
mellow extraction from mortal resolve
Turning
inward to focus the outpouring flood
On
the pinpoints: The savory essence of love.
A wantonly turbulent river,
My Love,
Cups
the mellow distillates of life.
The
flesh and the fiber of beautiful symbols
The
past and the future, the present of love.
-Your open embrace and
The warmth of your eyes;
-The scent of your limbs and
The damp of your thighs.
A
gushing cascade!
This
sensuous geyser spawns living desire,
The
fiber of life on the crest of the flood,
Point
of the essence, sweet fragrance of love.
In
our own way
Not
simply loving
One another
Until
love
Runs
out.
Ours-not
Withstanding
force of time
Nor
any other
Wastrel.
All
is ours
You
and I.
my
head is full of Love
Woman
i
need
You
right
Now
i
will Fill you
full
of loving
Bloat
you with
desire
your
Passion
is
My
pleasure
Build
it
Ride
it
let
it Come
and Come
with me to Peaks of pleasure
ride
the
Crashing
Crest
of
Love
and
Squeeze life’s treasured
Root of plenty
giving
Love the
Most
you’ve got.
Brazen
creature-
Flaunt
your beauty!
Bare
your bosom
thigh
and belly,
high-flung
cheek bones
mystery
eyes,
delightful
dimples standing
sentry
by that spot
of
secret fire.
Flick
your tongue
on
moistened lips
and
toss your hair
across
those eyes.
Your beauty calls
Its presence loudly.
What enchantment!
What delight!
fundamentally
unchecked
i
have lost
now
my hope
lies in turning
over
to the
victor
everything
and keeping
nothing
drain
my
life
of
every
nuance
especially
my
love
i
keep
nothing
except
my
soul
which i
share
i
can
not
fail your
desire Woman
excitement
engorges
and
permeates
my
staff your
ambrosial
thighs
intoxicate
my
senses
and
fimbriate
my
acrocarpous
cane
torrid
inspiration
you
occlude
noesis
You
intoxicate
me
Love Vessel
i drink
Your
morning dew
and
evening essence
scale and plumb
Your
hills and vales
Your open
arms
and thighs
and
parted
lips
fulfill
and
satisfy
I
am not done with
telling of your tungsten
grasp. For time in endless
passing whispers still-
Forever.
And I must hear,
I cannot turn away.
Forever
Not
a word
An
idea we created
One
we kept alive
And
cherished
It
kept us
And
lives on
As
we
Forever
perhaps
there is something
out
there
not
god or angels surely
but
something
somehow
bigger than a
dollar
crisis or a
d-mark
plunge
perhaps
in all that vastness
something
or someone
wonders
about all that vastness
too
out
there is endless you know
down
here isn’t
just
maybe out there
lies
our
destiny
the
climb
yesterday
i was not
morning
came dawn
mid-morn
coalescence
noon
spark adrift
surging
and
then the climb
swimming
crawling
walking
flying
thru
the night
today
i am
morning
came i
again
the climb
talking
writing
formulating
(what
goes up comes down)
flying
(what
goes up comes down)
and
then toward even’
i
left up
when
i came down
and
I dream
thru
the night
tomorrow
i..
Ghostly
phantom, distance shrouded,
Shade
of mystery, darkly clouded,
Haunting
shadow, oft belouded,
Strangely
drawn, I grasp for thee.
Men of history, wisest sages,
Known
for honor through the ages
Gave
the present many pages
Telling
of their search for thee.
I search now, and with their learning,
moving
forward, never turning,
Backward
bridges always burning,
I
shall find my way to thee.
The
quiet creaking around us