Fum's Poetry Page

Poetry by Baron Fum
(David K. Schreur)

The following poems were written by Baron Fum or David K. Schreur and are his intellectual property. You may read them, you may even download and print them for personal use, but don't plan on printing them for profit or otherwise stealing them because that would elicit bad karma. Anyway, most of them wouldn't make you any money, they didn't make me any. Some were written in the context of the Society for Creative Anachronism, Inc. and some were not. Some were written for particular women and some were not. Some have political overtones and some do not. If you like poetry, read on- if you don't, do not.

REMEMBRANCE

Long before Tienamen
There was one time a line of men
Who stood beneath the shining sun
With bayonet and loaded gun
Upon the college green
Where youth with promise of long life
took their stand against man's strife
That shook with war a far off land
’Til weapon's fire would end their stand
And their blood would be seen,
The sacrifice of children's slaughter,
With loss of son and loss of daughter
Who once dared stand against the hate
Of armed men who stormed Kent State.
They stopped with flowers the smoking gun
And in the end their glory won
Upon the field red with their blood
Where once in peace they might have stood.
And in this awful, sanguine flood
I hope they gave themselves for good
And not for motives mean.
Yet now, when all that once they gave
Is buried in their silent grave
And time has given the world a turn
As in the East a new fire burns
The world forgets that you and I
Once saw our nation's future die,
And wept at what we'd seen.

LIGHTS

Oh, love, to sit and watch the lights
Across the lake come flickering on,
And in the window, winter's breath,
Our arms entwined to keep us warm.
The rose of sunset turns to rust.
I hold you there, and feel your breath.

We watch the moving lights glide on
Across the white December cover
Until our hearts become the lights
In hopes that one will touch the other.

TO LEE ANN

When the wind turns to come
From the north and the east
And the leaves all cross
The rainbow bridge
Between their rise
And fall,
I look to the sunrise to see your face
And feel the touch of the sun's embrace
And so, embracing all
I touch you in return
And in the warmth I feel your call
And for your touch I yearn.

TO AMY

Lost in a menagerie of broken dreams,
Shadows of wishes, fractured forms,
The future shines through tinted glass-
Tinted black.
There we sit in a funeral train
Of love,
Our love,
Stillborn.
The love of my dreams could have no life.
Silent and apart, you are with me.
We mourn.
Only a reflection in blackened glass,
The true image is hidden.
No future, no past,
Only myself-
Alone.

THE BASSIST

The bassist went wild,
His basis gone,
In scraps of song
That flowed from form to form
As the world boogied down mainstreet
Behind his strut-step.
Who could tell?
His beat was good,
His rap better still.
Yet what of those who didn't groove
To the new tune?
Their execution wasn't good enough.
He demanded perfection.
Harmonize, he said, and all will be fine.

(The end found him alone.
He never could play lead.)

A lady fair I'm sure shall be my bane
For of the ladies I am ever fond,
But never think of what may lie beyond.

From seeking ladies’ love I can't refrain,
Though in the end I know there grows a bond.
A lady fair I'm sure shall be my bane
For of the ladies I am ever fond.

A lover, as in youth, I must remain
As with each maiden's heart I must abscond
Be she of flame or raven hair, or blond.
A lady fair I'm sure shall be my bane
For of the ladies I am ever fond,
But never think of what may lie beyond.

My love, you lighten up the dreary hours
And lift the burden from my weary frame.
This love of yours I never would defame,
Nor cast you down upon a bed of flowers,
For patience is a virtue, wise men say,
And love that has been longed for is more dear,
So love, although I long to hold you near,
I'll wait the coming of the proper day.

For love, I know that hearts must ever bend
And follow after love's e'erleading hand
As my heart ever follows after you.
That we shall come together in the end
Is all that we need ever understand,
Then what else is there that our hearts can do?

TO AISLENN

Dear Aislenn, when together we did lie
In close embrace within the view of all
We turned to watch the dark and starry sky
And marveled as some golden stars did fall

I felt the sorrow of your wounded heart
And with my hand I brushed away your tears
As gentleness and beauty made their start
To take my heart your captive it appears.

For hearts that are too open shall know pain
But hearts that are too closed shall know no love
While hearts that bind together shall remain
As fitted as the hand is in the glove.

Now I shall be the glove upon your hand
And cover you with love at your command.

ALEKSANDRA

Again sweet Aleksandra graced my dreams
Last night, and I can still smell her soft hair,
And when I close my eyes I see her there.
And, oh, if all could be just as it seems.
My mind with thoughts of Aleksandra teems.
There is no time when thoughts of her aren't there
That let me fashion her out of the air
To dance before me brilliant as moonbeams.

So come my love, and stay with me a while,
Until the rising sun drives you away
And makes me once again long for the night
To come, so I can see you sweetly smile.
I eagerly await the coming day
When after the sun's rise I hold you tight.

SILENT STORM

I can still see the scream of her fingers
beating away at the heavens
like wings of frantic angels
knifing through a stormy sky,
a bitter language of delirious dreams,
with lightning flashing in her eye.

I try to understand,
but somehow I just can't perceive
the words held in her angry hand,
or did I not want to believe
the noise that filled her silent land
with daggers of the heart?

I start to see her in the light
of dangerous electric fire
that tears apart the quiet night
and fills me with a wild desire
to grab her wrists and hold them tight
and stop the screaming of her hands,
But then in silence there she stands.
Her tears fall down like rain.

I can always see her there
and relive every bit of pain.

JELLICA

Jellica shines,
Dines in my hall.
All see her beauty.
Duty calls out
Shout out her glory,
Story of fairness.
Awareness arising,
Surprising my senses,
Tenses my loins,
Joins us in thought.
Sought for as treasure
Measure her love,
Dove of the heart.
Part us never.
Ever as mine
Shines Jellica.

MYRDDIN'S LAMENT

Oh little pig, when first we found the hall
Of Gwendelau, the proudest of the kings,
We traded our bold songs for golden rings
Unknowing how our fates held us in thrall
When Rhydderch Hael to battle gave the call.
But now in Rhydderch's praise a new bard sings
Who with each song a searing madness brings
As I fly north, beyond the Roman wall.

Sweet apple tree, held up by heaven's nail,
Pray shelter us from Rhydderch's searching men.
Their eyes shall never penetrate your veil.
I live within a world beyond their ken
And haunt the realms of forest and of fen,
Where spirits of the dead are heard to wail.

HONOR AND GLORY

The price of glory can be very high.

The price of honor often can be higher,

As honor oft’ is placed upon the pyre

Of its own death to bring poor glory neigh.

Thus, I will let that poor vain glory fly

To save my honor from the funeral’s fire.

Against my honor let me not conspire

And on vain glory let me not rely.

But honor is itself a glorious thing

And its reward does magnify my name

So honor will I follow to the end.

An honor it would be to serve a king

And for my crown true glory I would clain

If both our honors I would but defend.

Who my lady is now none shall know

And it shall be the secret of my heart.

The things abound that keep us far apart

And fill my empty hours with naught but woe.

Oh lacrime, as bitter my tears flow

While I wait on her hour that will impart

Some spark of joy whose fire may never start

To warm our days with love’s sweet, gentle glow.

My heart is yours, though spurned my love may be,

For who shall ever end your wandering ways

And give you haven when your heart shall roam?

I cannot cage my love, she must be free

To chase her dreams across sweet, endless days,

Though I may wish my heart could be her home.

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