Saturday, December 19, 2015

For R. M.

This winter's night a star is shining
Where no light had shone before,
Against the clouds a silver lining
Burning brightly evermore.

- c. noel 12-18/19-15

Saturday, November 9, 2013

Dismantled

at sight of you, sound of you
awaken dormant rebel fires,
dissident flames from immortal coals

resolve dissolves
lost in tides of ocean-eyes
eroding levees erstwhile laid

I am overwhelmed, overcome
heart dismantled in an instant
and how am I to reconstruct?


-- c. noel

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Missive

I opened up your wordless letter
Written silence, sealed and sent
For hours I only sat and wondered
What your empty missive meant

-- c. noel (2010)

Sunday, August 11, 2013

It Came With Age

Beneath these endless stormy clouds
The shadows veil and fog enshrouds
The remnant of the hope of youth
Which perished in the quest for truth.

-- c. noel





Saturday, June 15, 2013

Relapse

I dared to stare so deep into
     ocean-eyes so crystal blue;

now silenced love I buried deep
     screams in dreams of troubled sleep.


-- c. noel

Friday, May 17, 2013

The Fool


The Fool survives on naught but luck;
Most always, it's a waste of time
To reason with a man like this - 
Just let him wallow in the muck
Of foolishness, for all the grime
Of ignorance, to him, is bliss.

-- c.noel

A Tribute to Les Paul

Les Paul

in his arms, he cradles
Black Beauty, she sings
lofty phrases, poetry

his deft left hand strokes
her ebony neck, she breathes
polyphonic harmonies

and as her soulful aria soars
and fills the air with muted tones,
he lives forgotten memories…

and the crowd sways to the legend’s song,
the ragtime rhythm catching on
as feet tap, fingers snap
it’s a hit, and
everyone mouths the simple words
that tell the tale of every heart…

and as he plays the final note,
the call goes out again for more;
and so he smiles that knowing smile,
and strums another op’ning chord --

neon lights slowly dim
the spotlight’s his, and
every eye is set on him

he leans into the microphone,
names the tune -- this stage
is fully his, and his alone

and as the lively chorus breaks
and pours into the quiet streets,
the dormant city night awakes…

and once again it’s ‘53, and
he’s sitting on top of the world,
in his proper element
as four, five, maybe six generations
mix and mingle ‘round the stage --
‘cause he’s a legend, and they know
that in their fondest memories
this night will never die.

-- c.noel, circa 2010