New Poetry

Ron Koppelberger

Desperate Affection

The blessings of sunrise attentions

And indigo fray in tentative

Excursions of dawn, a vagabond flame

In magic charms of affected desire,

The yearning want of mysterious

Romance and enchanted allure, a beloved

Balance between the need of trifles and desperate

Affection.

Ron Koppelberger

A dream in Due

Each and all, beyond the time of interposed harmonies

In pact and unborn coquette, a bitter sustenance

In ash mix, in the tears of a phantasm, a dream

In due, a wafting will in eyes of shadow and certain admitted

Charge, the form in furious outspoken firth,

A complaisant court, overseen by the knights of evening-tide

                                                                              Charm.

Ron Koppelberger

Winged Trust

Easy in symbols of announced voyage, a gossamer

Veil, untold by the quest for liberty and love, by the minute

And wild diversions yet asleep, bred by charmed beginnings

And courses in cascading journeys of ethereal belief,

Rare havens’ in reflection and careful reward, a prayer

In deed, a summery in vaunt, the love of winged trust

                                                              In innocent shapes of sleep.

Ron Koppelberger

Mortal Passion

Featured in theaters of drama and castes of hearth fire

Home, spun in sane whispers of warm glow grain

And exhalations benumbing the woes

Of anarchy, an intimate vision of ,love, of honey

And crème, of songs sung in innocence and affectionate

                                                                  Shades of mortal passion

Ron Koppelberger

By The Edge

Rage and rouge lipstick, dressed in ash and silent

Seas of cotton down, by the gilded touch of passions

And angry eyed glances, the demure repose, the

Amended pulse of hearts in vaunt, in fires of tender

Release, by the edge between love and darkness,

Desire and silhouettes

Borne of unrequited

                                                                             Love.

Ron Koppelberger

Dreamy Mist

The discretion of secret hems and spinning beauties

In revolutions hold, a wilderness of tired dreamy

Mist, delivered unto the wont of aging

Castes and wishing wonder, brought forth by the need

Of ballroom grand and bridled passions, carelessly welcomed

By the arrival of ancient escapades and the ebb flow of

Emerald seas, discovered near the sparkle of diamonds

And gilded seasons in myth.

Ron Koppelberger

Today’s Dream

Turns by stone and bone dust

Dirges in bitter alms and sour alliance,

A defined perfection in poise and purpose

In lay and ways of worn sheer

Shorn sheep. A tomorrow for today’s dream

And what may seem to be the right of calm

Acquiescent wonder, in legends of sheparded passage.