Hi All
It's a great day to shine the light on someone I find highly talented. It is an honor to share with you - both on my page (here) and on my website (soon) - the poetry of Jared Christian.
I was first introduced to Jared's poetry only a few months ago - as part of the poetry group, "We the Carnivalesque". I immediately gravitated to it and read more. Jared was one of a handful of poets I chose to be included for my third anthology, "Ovation", whose work I hadn't followed for long. He's an outstanding poet - and, it's an honor to have his poetry within Ovation - and to share it here.
Here is Jared in his own words:
Jared Christian, AKA The Ever Paler Pauper, is a Georgia native and a recently heartbroken poet that refuses to give up on romance.
His passions include writing, board games, teaching, and most importantly being a father.
His heroes are Charles Bukowski, George Carlin, and Anthony Bourdain
Here are two poems written by Jared Christian - and, I'm certain you'll enjoy them as much as I do!
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Lonesome Gardens
Let me write you verses of the things my mouth won't utter.
I want to pick you flowers, see you smile, as I stutter
Attempting to explain how beautiful, this soul that I do see
Fiendishly craving a goddess that'll love me for just me.
Can I kiss you while you sleep knowing you're dreaming of us?
Can we make love without you being just another succubus?
I may not have a pretty face but I've got a kind heart to give
A desire to make someone happy in this short dark life we live...
Allow me to plant a growing garden in both of our love-sick souls
To nourish us through good times and bad, and eat love's fruit until we're old
Promise me you'll stay forever, for the Love Gods, they all know
That this poet's heart can't bear to be left again like another dying Rose.
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'Come Back to Me Tiny Dancer'
We dance in Circles
at this Masquerade ball
Pygmalion with his
Perfect lifeless Lover.
Deaf to confessions
of Love now absent
Praying to the gods to
breathe Life into his Galatea.
A masterpiece whose
smile only appears to others.
Is this how God feels
towards his rebellious creation?
The truth takes ironic form
a Shakespearean drama
For it was Her that died
breathing Life into Him.
Eurydice played music instead.
Orpheus emerges from Hades
Looking back at a Savior now stone.
Reverse and Repeat.
Your pirouette is wonderful but the
music box slows. The melody has
halted, an endless Fermata, my tiny
porcelain dancer.
But alas, we must dance
until the world collapses
and we are both left cold
like eternal Pompeiian Lovers.
Photo: Jared Christian.
