Thursday, August 29, 2013

A LAVENDER SOUND (2:28) - John Lars Zwerenz

Tuesday, August 20, 2013

You wore a ruffled, snowy dress...

YOU WORE A RUFFLED, SNOWY DRESS...

You wore a ruffled, snowy dress,

And the cool September breeze

Serenaded your every tress

With songs of sacred ecstasies.

The fountains and the courtyard below

Glittered like diamonds where a brook did flow,

As I kissed you on a terrace of white,

Beneath towers aglow

In the autumn light.

Later we roved among bowers in the night,

And a lovely refrain, wedded with the rain

Brought raptures from the skies above.

We walked upon furrows of sallow grain,

Dappled with roses, quivering with dew.

Then in the fields we confessed our love,

And all I knew was in the world was you.

Saturday, August 10, 2013

THE BOWERS

An archway of roses

That leads to the bowers

Redolently discloses

Scents of the flowers.

The immaculate ever-present light

Of the eternal, infinite, beatific sight

Is wherever we gaze

On our romantic walks.

Through the meadows

Which amaze,

Where our silent talks

Take place on furrows

Of yellow stalks,

Where the honeyed breezes graze

Through the garden and the square,

Where your mane and its glaze

Of raven, rosy hair

Accentuates the black brows of your eyes,

And your sunny, sable lashes,

You ravish me as vines do, climbing to the skies

Of our bastion by the sea,

Around the window sashes.

And all the fields in their resplendency

With their carmine blooms blushing

By the silver brook, singing, sighing, rushing

Are but perfumed sanctuaries to profess our love,

Beneath the cloudless, star-bejeweled heights

Which bless us from above,

Fulfilling our dreams,

As the courtyard gleams

Come the mountainous nights.

~ John Lars Zwerenz

Thursday, August 1, 2013

MY BRIDE by John Lars Zwerenz {Excerpt from "Breath," a new book of poems to be published this year.}

MY BRIDE

I am in reality from beyond the grave.

I rove among the cool, green fields

Where grasses autumn breezes lave,

Living for the potions a fall day yields.

I care not for the changing time of year.

I know nothing of pain, confusion or fear.

White billows race above the vast, dappled grove,

The courtyard and the manor, the lagoon and the cove.

I await my bride in a black, ornate carriage,

In the center of the spacious square.

She arrives with the sable look of marriage,

In her dusky eyes, in her raven hair.

We wander to the wild glades,

In the swirling gusts of October’s air,

Kissing in the dusk of mahogany shades,

Of ardors eternal, of passions fair.

~ John Lars Zwerenz

John Lars Zwerenz

Bibliography:

SELECTED POEMS (2011)

MIST AND FLAME (2011)

VISIONARY WANDERINGS (2012)

SONNETS OF DUSK AND DAWN (2012)

ETERNAL VERSE (2013)

A LADY FAIR AND OTHER POEMS (2013)

For book descriptions and pricing go to: http://www.amazon.com/John-Lars-Zwerenz/e/B007RHXDLM

Wednesday, July 31, 2013

The Queen by John Zwerenz / Author Bio

THE QUEEN

I roved among the fields and furrows.

I was tan in the sun of the golden day.

At the end of my trail, at the edge of the meadows,

I found a blue pond, enclosed with hay.

Tall, yellow reeds wavered and swayed,

And perfumed the wafting, summer breeze

Which sailed like honey through the linden trees,

Blessing the courtyard there where I stayed.

Suddenly a queen ascended from the rosy bowers,

In a garment made of carmine and glistening white.

Her mane was raven, slender, long and bright,

And her eyes were of a song which poured wine upon the flowers.

Her gaze was one of a statues’: deep, dark and grave.

Her lips were of Elysian woods, soft, red and glossy with scent.

I knelt before her, beneath the fronds, green and redolent.

She stood in silence; through her tresses did lave

Blue, caressing gales, which came from the ocean.

We knew naught but ardor and its every emotion,

And the pond was struck with a gust from above.

She took my hand in hers, and accepted my love;

And as if in a dream,

We passed through a curtain, an ethereal light,

By a silver dream,

Beneath the ascending, starry moon,

White,

Full, round and pale,

Which eclipsed the trees, the courts, the lagoon,

Leaving us to the breezy sea,

As we departed from this weary vale-

To a rapturous height of ecstasy.

~ John Lars Zwerenz

PHOTO OF JOHN ZWERENZ: COURTESY OF MICHELLE BRENT

John Lars Zwerenz (1969-) is an American poet. He was born and raised in Queens, a suburb of New York City. Zwerenz is known for his romantic, impressionistic and mystical verse. His schools include Saint Francis Preparatory High School, and Christ the King High School, both located in Queens, New York. As a high school student, Zwerenz was known as a kind of drifter, and at this time he discovered the works of Rimbaud, Verlaine, Keats and Byron. He later attended Queens College of The City University of New York where he earned a Bachelor's Degree in English Letters in 1992. At the age of 24 Zwerenz left his graduate studies to pursue poetry, travel and adventure. His few attempts at conservative employment were complete failures, due to his bohemian lifestyle and his fondness for alcohol. Zwerenz traveled extensively throughout the United States, and has published 7 books: six books of verse, and one novella. He wrote most of what he later published on the road in such places as Indiana, California, London and Paris. All of Zwerenz's books were published at his own expense. He frequently lived in states of abject poverty, and often depended on financial assistance from strangers. According to his schoolmates and teachers, Zwerenz was fraught with extremities in drama and change and exhibited erratic behavior ever since he was a teenager. In 2001 he was arrested for trespassing after crossing into Canada without proper credentials. In 2003 he was hospitalized in Paris, France for symptoms of manic-depressive illness, and his alcohol consumption, for many years prodigious, increased at about this time. His relationships with women have always been intense and stormy, although he claims to "idolize" women in most of his verse. He is a self-proclaimed Roman Catholic, yet his political views have not been expressed in any public fashion. His verse has been criticized as both "antiquated," and praised as "the best since the death of Robert Frost." Aside from being a writer of poetry and fiction, Zwerenz is also a classical composer, and a rock performer.

He currently lives in The United States and works as a journalist in New York City. He is 44 years of age.

R. Pocelli

Monday, July 29, 2013

John Lars Zwerenz (1969-) is an American poet. He was born and raised in Queens, a suburb of New York City. Zwerenz is known for his romantic and impressionistic verse. Although still single, he has been engaged three times. His schools include Saint Francis Preparatory High School, and Christ the King High School, both located in Queens, New York. He later attended Queens College of The City University of New York where he earned a Bachelor's Degree in English Letters in 1992. At the age of 24 Zwerenz left his graduate studies to pursue poetry, travel and adventure. He has traveled extensively throughout the United States, and has published 7 books: six books of verse, and one novella. His private life has frequently been fraught with extremities in drama and change. In 2003 he was hospitalized in Paris, France for symptoms of manic-depressive illness. His fondness for alcohol was for many years prodigious, and his relationships with women have always been intense and stormy. Zwerenz currently works as a Journalist in New York City, and is 44 years of age.

Rebecca Porcelli