A Lady Fair And Other Poems - John Lars Zwerenz : Xlibris
A Lady Fair and Other Poems explores in aesthetic detail the manifold realms of the human experience. Infused with meter, measure and rhyme, the verse contained within this volume is impressionistic, rapturous and passionate. The themes within this book are varied, yet all of the poems are intertwined. Within this book is found the poetic diary of a sailor, who wanders as a troubadour through the countless gardens of a gilded world.
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Excerpt From Eternal Verse by John Lars Zwerenz (C) Copyright 2013
Mary, The Mother Of God
Mary, The Mother Of God
The scenery of Mary's Court is green, white and gold.
Green are her trees, white is the sun,
And gold is of The Spirit, containing every other hue.
There are brooks which run, of azure blue
Through her forests and her gardens, framed by regal eglantines
And gilded, holy, gleaming moss.
The brooks are of wines,
And gently toss
The reeds which play beneath the cloudless sky.
The Palace of The Virgin
Is heaven to the eye.
Her Kingdom is devoid of everything old,
And pertains to only that which is new.
The glistening gloss
Of the morning dew
Is found in her palatial field
Where her rosy bowers yield
Perfumes of marigolds, daisies and gems.
I met The Mother Of God donning diadems.
Her long, black hair
Is astonishing to behold,
As if all gold
Finds its temple there.
Her crown is studded with immaculate jewels,
Each the reward of a Saint's fidelity.
With a tender love she commands all citadels,
And all the angels glory in her beauty.
All the Saints are in awe of her dusky, Jewish eyes.
Her gazes outshine the bright, celestial skies.
And her skin is fairer than all of heaven's blooms combined.
Her song is that of such a charming sound
That it leaves a man blind
To what is all around.
Her fingertips are of a pearly-white,
And when she roves in her Court, beneath the purple stars of the gleaming night
She smiles at her sons and daughters in that vast and holy square,
Majestic and massive, made of marble and stone.
Her perfumes are of honey, and permeate the midnight air.
She rarely wishes to be alone,
Except for the times she converses with Her Son,
Pacing on the hallowed beach, where the streams
Of violets swirl around her feet
And run
To the tranquil sea, beneath the terrace where the vines meet.
She is often inclined
To find
Her desires
In sacred dreams.
Her passions are those of chaste, refreshing, cooling fires,
Guided by her reason
Endowed beyond the wisdom of every time and place,
Of every world, of every season.
Nothing, no one, save
For God Himself
Possesses such a lovely face
Whose expressions are light, yet sometimes grave,
Grave as in solemn,
For there are many souls she wishes to save.
She frequents earth and purgatory,
And in the latter, where the flames torment and lave
She wipes the sweaty brows
Of the suffering Saints.
And she often allows
Their punishments to cease,
Long before their time,
Ages before their due release.
She often graces the dawn with celestial paints
When cathedral bells chime in the western wood.
And she loves to say
When the consecrated pray
In their cloisters of rapture,
Clad with lindens, willows, yews and birch:
'God Bless The Holy Roman Catholic Church! -
Its eternal truths be praised! '
She cares very much for Jerusalem,
Where she was born and raised,
And she is anxious for Israel to acknowledge her Son.
She opens petals, one by one,
Merely by caressing them in her little garden-close,
In the corner of her spacious Court.
The scent of her beauteous body
Is of an immaculate, dark-red rose.
And the rhapsody of her flowing voice
Is bestowed to transport
The hearts of all the blessed,
Enraptured without a choice,
To the highest realm in heaven, of music, art and rhyme
Where The Magnificat is sung
Beneath the dome of God's Cathedral,
Far beyond the realm of time.
The scenery of Mary's Court is green, white and gold.
Green are her trees, white is the sun,
And gold is of The Spirit, containing every other hue.
There are brooks which run, of azure blue
Through her forests and her gardens, framed by regal eglantines
And gilded, holy, gleaming moss.
The brooks are of wines,
And gently toss
The reeds which play beneath the cloudless sky.
The Palace of The Virgin
Is heaven to the eye.
Her Kingdom is devoid of everything old,
And pertains to only that which is new.
The glistening gloss
Of the morning dew
Is found in her palatial field
Where her rosy bowers yield
Perfumes of marigolds, daisies and gems.
I met The Mother Of God donning diadems.
Her long, black hair
Is astonishing to behold,
As if all gold
Finds its temple there.
Her crown is studded with immaculate jewels,
Each the reward of a Saint's fidelity.
With a tender love she commands all citadels,
And all the angels glory in her beauty.
All the Saints are in awe of her dusky, Jewish eyes.
Her gazes outshine the bright, celestial skies.
And her skin is fairer than all of heaven's blooms combined.
Her song is that of such a charming sound
That it leaves a man blind
To what is all around.
Her fingertips are of a pearly-white,
And when she roves in her Court, beneath the purple stars of the gleaming night
She smiles at her sons and daughters in that vast and holy square,
Majestic and massive, made of marble and stone.
Her perfumes are of honey, and permeate the midnight air.
She rarely wishes to be alone,
Except for the times she converses with Her Son,
Pacing on the hallowed beach, where the streams
Of violets swirl around her feet
And run
To the tranquil sea, beneath the terrace where the vines meet.
She is often inclined
To find
Her desires
In sacred dreams.
Her passions are those of chaste, refreshing, cooling fires,
Guided by her reason
Endowed beyond the wisdom of every time and place,
Of every world, of every season.
Nothing, no one, save
For God Himself
Possesses such a lovely face
Whose expressions are light, yet sometimes grave,
Grave as in solemn,
For there are many souls she wishes to save.
She frequents earth and purgatory,
And in the latter, where the flames torment and lave
She wipes the sweaty brows
Of the suffering Saints.
And she often allows
Their punishments to cease,
Long before their time,
Ages before their due release.
She often graces the dawn with celestial paints
When cathedral bells chime in the western wood.
And she loves to say
When the consecrated pray
In their cloisters of rapture,
Clad with lindens, willows, yews and birch:
'God Bless The Holy Roman Catholic Church! -
Its eternal truths be praised! '
She cares very much for Jerusalem,
Where she was born and raised,
And she is anxious for Israel to acknowledge her Son.
She opens petals, one by one,
Merely by caressing them in her little garden-close,
In the corner of her spacious Court.
The scent of her beauteous body
Is of an immaculate, dark-red rose.
And the rhapsody of her flowing voice
Is bestowed to transport
The hearts of all the blessed,
Enraptured without a choice,
To the highest realm in heaven, of music, art and rhyme
Where The Magnificat is sung
Beneath the dome of God's Cathedral,
Far beyond the realm of time.
John Lars Zwerenz
Biography
John Lars Zwerenz (1969- ) is an American journalist,
poet and writer known for his romantic,
impressionistic and mystical works. He
owns a Bachelor's Degree in English from
Queens College at The City University
of New York, but at the age of 24 he left
his graduate studies in order to travel and
write poetry. His writings are deeply spiritual in subject matter and tone. Much of his verse employs transcendental language and is rich in meaning and musicality. Eternal Verse,(2013) widely lauded as a poetic masterpiece takes the reader on an astounding journey through the beautific realms of paradise. It has just been published by Xlibris of Simon And Schuster fame, and
comprises his sixth collection of poetry. His latest volume of verse, A Lady Fair And Other Poems,(2013) published on the heels of Eternal Verse, is a book of rhyming stanzas of varied lengths and themes, all composed with classical meter and with great attention to visionary detail. This seventh volume of rhyme has been described as the poetic diary of a sailor who travels as a troubadour through the gilded gardens of a wondrous world. Zwerenz is a mystical romantic, and his poetry has been recognized by many literary critics as the best and most original verse ever penned since the death of Robert Frost of The United States in 1963. Zwerenz is also the author of Selected Poems,(2011) a poetic memoir on travel and adventure, Mist and Flame,(2011) a book of lyrical, romantic poetry, Visionary Wanderings,(2012) an astonishing
volume of mystifying verse compared to the labor and results of Rembrandt, Sonnets of Dusk and Dawn,(2012) a collection of classically styled sonnets, many of which laud the poet's romantic precursors, and An American Romance,(2012) a novella which contains in its appendix Songs of Rapture and
Other Poems, an exclusively mystical collection of poetry which explores the realms of existential darkness and salvific light. Zwerenz is 44 years of age, and currently resides in The United States. ~ R. Canter
poet and writer known for his romantic,
impressionistic and mystical works. He
owns a Bachelor's Degree in English from
Queens College at The City University
of New York, but at the age of 24 he left
his graduate studies in order to travel and
write poetry. His writings are deeply spiritual in subject matter and tone. Much of his verse employs transcendental language and is rich in meaning and musicality. Eternal Verse,(2013) widely lauded as a poetic masterpiece takes the reader on an astounding journey through the beautific realms of paradise. It has just been published by Xlibris of Simon And Schuster fame, and
comprises his sixth collection of poetry. His latest volume of verse, A Lady Fair And Other Poems,(2013) published on the heels of Eternal Verse, is a book of rhyming stanzas of varied lengths and themes, all composed with classical meter and with great attention to visionary detail. This seventh volume of rhyme has been described as the poetic diary of a sailor who travels as a troubadour through the gilded gardens of a wondrous world. Zwerenz is a mystical romantic, and his poetry has been recognized by many literary critics as the best and most original verse ever penned since the death of Robert Frost of The United States in 1963. Zwerenz is also the author of Selected Poems,(2011) a poetic memoir on travel and adventure, Mist and Flame,(2011) a book of lyrical, romantic poetry, Visionary Wanderings,(2012) an astonishing
volume of mystifying verse compared to the labor and results of Rembrandt, Sonnets of Dusk and Dawn,(2012) a collection of classically styled sonnets, many of which laud the poet's romantic precursors, and An American Romance,(2012) a novella which contains in its appendix Songs of Rapture and
Other Poems, an exclusively mystical collection of poetry which explores the realms of existential darkness and salvific light. Zwerenz is 44 years of age, and currently resides in The United States. ~ R. Canter
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Book Description
With Eternal Verse the poet uses words in carefully crafted poems to express and explore what it is to enter and exist in heaven. In vivid language he engages the reader in descriptions of what was always considered by most western theologians to be ineffable. In this depiction of paradise the author presents a unique and personal point of view, yet he remains faithful to the Catholic Church's teachings on heaven in its Magisterium. This astounding volume of verse is a voyage through the fantastic realm of our eternal end.
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