Personification

A bit of a tiny letter “b”

Thought he could do any better

Than to just simply be

No bright future could he see

Why should “b” try and test his worth

Boldly asserting he didn`t have the girth

Barely knowing he had the ability inside

Blending in a sea of words, how would “b” survive?

But “b” met other letters

Some were his betters

Of others they had yet to show

“b” began to figure you can`t know

Still on an indomitable quest he began,

Honestly and humbly attempting his best

Through arduous trial he blissful ran,

And blitzed through strenuous tempering test

He felt so "blessed"

With other symbols beside, on right and left

At the masterful artists bequest

No longer belligerent, blind, and bereft

Till one day he looked back and felt glad

Deep inside of him a feeling grew

One he wasn`t accustomed too, yet still true

“B” saw he grew progressively – and wasn`t quite as sad.

Composed By: Andrew Drucker

A Tempest Brews

A tempest brews

A quiet storm

Reflections consider where nature went wrong

Quietly it comes to destroy

All happiness and every joy

Inflections in diction`s tone

Reflective refraction in a shattered mirror

In an empty lonely home- his face stares all alone

As the winds sound, playing a destructive song

The vortex growing, fear of being battered by her

Solitude already complete, still the storm does not retreat

But proceeds to lift mortal meat, from off his lonesome feet

The power she silently denotes, quite the awesome feat

Tossed and turned since the day two did meet

He stood no chance and was easily beat, accepting defeat

The reclusive man observed, offering a chance to un-do, but never did he perceive

The subtle deceptive air, and what brewed in what seemed so fair – he refused believe

Yet the storm brought him despair, un-reserved, dishonesty she would serve - two it did cleave

Separate and tear, none persevered, not even the man who once stood there

And what became of them, none but them seemed to care, a spark of honest love, exhausted like a used flare.

Composed By: Andrew Drucker

Confidently Quiet

I see you writing

Sitting over there

Curious about your composition

Yet in no position to say a thing - as if you`d care

My incompetent income means I can`t buy you a ring

Plus I`m uncertain about how you might react

If my humble words would have an impact

Times like this I wish I truly could sing

Beautiful doesn`t describe, adequately

Just how gorgeous you look to me

Words cannot begin to compare

"O How your elegance causes me to stare"

Talk to you, tell you what I appreciate about you… - if only I`d dare!

…Every inch of your body and each blowing strand of your hair

Spoken word is not the best choice

Cause only insecurity fills my voice

You`ll never know, cause the moment got away, but

Of all the suffering I`ve been through

I`d suffer it all again, if only to glance at you.

Composed By: Andrew Drucker

Exodus

Encompassed by grace

Though I`ve never seen your face

On this tumultuous night

When I struggle and fight

With what is wrong and what is right

A trifecta of peace

A new feeling finds release

I find a guide, in his glory I`ll reside

 Till I was by your side, I wasn`t truly alive

My darkest secrets in you I confide

When enemies sought to bring my down

And in friends only foes I found

Seeking to return me to the ground

I put my trust into your care

My soul I`ll continue prepare

And allegiance to you I declare

You cause me to escape secret snare

Fear no man, to you, none can compare

Though you I do not see,

Your divine presence actively

Resides within me, and frees the bonds of captivity.

Composed By: Andrew Drucker

In my Dreams

Thought I found Anabelle Lee so many times before

Thought I was Richard – and each she, my Door

Nevermore, Neverwhere, Lonely once more

Where is her embrace?

That warms my heart

And inspires pure art

Where is her face?

Warm and tender, comforting eyes

Each blink, a life of love it supplies

Where is her brain?

Understanding and pleasant personality

Intelligence and supportiveness in actuality

Where is She?

A woman of truth, not a fallacious fantasy

I yearn for her to be, to me, a reality.

Composed By: Andrew Drucker

Born from a Mountain

Writing a watery stream

The water is cool, but serene

Each letter exciting

Each word inviting

Comprised of pure emotion

Composed by pure devotion

Causing the audience excitement

And the author enlightenment

As these words progress

The water doesn`t regress

This verbal river is deep, blue, and clean

Trickling down, from a mountain-top called: Dream

Composed By: Andrew Drucker

"Committiur Scribens!"

A magician performs tricks of the mind

Using a wand, causing storms that blind

With excitement and joy

In every girl and boy

Playfully waving the tool

Innocuous in his hands

Deadly in the hand of a fool

Spreading joy in someone's heart

His magic will start with his chosen art

Many toy with this craft

One that should, for all its worth

And worthlessness; be given a wide berth

By people who enjoy being daft.

A magicians path

Is heavy with wrath

A cold sorrowful lonely power

Learned isolated in a dark tower

Enemies of his peace

Never critically cease

While a magical brew

He continues to stew

The runes lay down

Etched into wood

Of deepest oak brown

Evil - or - perhaps good?

A magician sees no right and wrong

Only within, if as he has traveled along;

He's given it all he's got!

Every ounce of will

Like sweat, starts to spill

A surrender is an option NOT

The wizard doesn't quit

He cannot remit

Adults, children, and one sewer rat

Asking "How could this be?

What is the sorcery that

Our eyes start to see"

"The mystical words captivate

Like an sieging army

Letters do not abate

In an instant, an end, I can create.

Itermittas scribere!" last words he does state.

Composed By: Andrew Drucker

Growing So Tired

Feeling so alone on a quest for perfection

Seeing nothing ahead, anger blinds with flashes red

Perfection has escaped me, in every cognitive detection

And an emptiness leaves this husk, absent and dead

But like leaves in a mid-summernight`s breeze

My soul and volition moves with graceful ease

The only beat that beats in my empty heart

Is the repetition that occurs - in my lines of hopeful art.

Composed By: Andrew Drucker

What`s Falling?

The waterfalls were crisp and flowed beautifully

The freshest downfall, anyone could see

The liquid, an azure pall, over the small sea

The splashes were "visually" described clearly

Each droplet, was a dream achieved - Almost, nearly

At one moment free, before back to a homogeneous-

Reality. (A Question? Is simplicity shrouded as skillfulness?)

The cold concept was created concise

The crescendo that concealed was precise

The revelation, never revealed; so others can always splice

(A Clue! The metaphor, a typical poetic device.)

Composed By: Andrew Drucker