Silent Enclosed Rhyme in the Rain

The beauty of a rainy night

Encompassed in a couple quatrains

Inside it`s dry, outside it rains

Beneath the warm moonlight

Each drop that falls to the ground

Ripples in still pools

Respecting gravity’s rules

With an unintelligible sound

Beauty is easily found

In the peaceful environment

That the rain did rent -

Is enveloped all around

On the streets no voice is talking

While the rain does fall

No one appears at all

On the streets no one is walking

A bittersweet solace

Can be seen

Like a dream

With nothing amiss

The world is totally clear

Not one single care

Float in the quiet air

No concerns draw near

While droplets so many fear

The rain brings what poets hold dear

Composed By: Andrew Drucker

What Is The Point?

Verse is constructed with humble hope:

To be a gift helping others to cope,

In this often harsh landscape;

With death the only true escape;

When personal painful despair

Is beyond all repair and compare...

...Hopes to reveal some beauty unto

All who upon these words view.

(With a momentary digression)

To remember happiness, bliss, and love;

And a combination of all above.

To relieve, though distraction, depression

To alleviate feelings of societal suppression.

So focus in each successive session,

Is movement forward with positive progression.

Achieved, by focusing all poetic expression;

On a singular and unyielding conception...

Sometimes aided by using collusion,

And other times with no illusion.

...Beauty is endless, timeless, and eternally profound;

Within sweet poetry, beauty can always be found.

Composed By: Andrew Drucker

The Prize

With poetic form enacted,

Thoughts are less distracted.

Coursing through each vein,

Consuming the entire brain;

Is a way to frame,

And hopefully claim…

The Prize

                                                

With meter well-constructed,

And diligently self-instructed...

… The prize which is sought

(The prize proper poets’ desire)

That visual artists require...

One that cannot be bought,

Captivated by perfect thought.

The Prize

The poets pray to capture,

Before the personal rapture;

This unseen treasure,

Without equal measure.

This prize has a clever disguise.

Can cause recognition to rise.

The Prize

The immeasurable treasure lies -

Behind each viewer`s eyes.

The Prize

Many artists hope for this, in vain:

To claim fortune or celebrity fame.

This poem must explain,

“While reading these words, know this is true:

To me, No prize is more beautiful than you.” 

Composed By: Andrew Drucker

An Unexpected (C)

On the page lies ink,  (a)

And beauty to see;   (b)

Standing on the brink,  (a)

Of this verbal sea.  (b)

The movements in the water,  (a)

Are unnoticeable to untrained eye.  (b)

Yet, each wave`s crest will falter, (a)

Underneath the clear blue sky.  (b)

Just like the ocean current,  (a)

It begins to slowly rearrange;  (b)

Meter and form, change,  (b)

Without evidence of a dent.  (b)

While optic vessels sail along  (a)

This humble bard`s song,  (a)

The destination once projected  (b)

Is no longer what was expected.  (b)

Instantaneously appears a sea  (c)

Where (a) (c) shouldn`t (b)  (c)

Composed By: Andrew Drucker

A Poetic Tincture

Once again combining paper and pen,

Daily mixing of the two -

In the hopes to

Use the gifts that were given;

To express the daily subtle beauty,

Seen within rhyme-

Seen within line-

The concealed sacred simplicity;

Is revealed most evident – implicitly.

With few miscalculations,

To this poetic calcination;

Ancients used fire, moderns – electricity.

Every single ingredient of the mixture

Is emotionally purest;

Must be the best,

To ensure a productive descriptive picture.

The cars pass gracefully by.

Pedestrians prance, some will glance.

Cyclists dance as they advance.

These sights are perceived in an eye.

The bluish-gray sky above,

Mirrors the concrete below.

A constantly new show!

The conclusion? None know.

The cool breeze is love.

Still alchemists toil away,

Hoping their potions,

And heartfelt devotions;

Will cause someone afflicted

Blinded, optically restricted,

To see the beauty of today.

Composed By: Andrew Drucker

Hope

I stood on a rock, fear filled my eye
In the distance a storm brewed in the sky
 I stood on a rock, which would not fall
Despite the torrential downpour of the squall
 I stood on a rock, which was ever strong
The immortal storm, in a blink was gone
Darkness engulfed my frail mind
Only the unknown, is all I could find
 I stood on a rock, near a distant shore
My spirit started to rock, addicted for more
 More answers, more peace, more sleep
Less cancer, and less sorrow-filled weeps
 I stood on rock, which comforted me
Lightning in the darkness, all I used to see
 I stood on a rock, out at sea
The sky so blue, birds flying free.
 Composed By: Andrew Drucker

An Apple

An under-developed apple; in simple rhyme born, hurt and scorn fallen, and landed on earth

Birth

Seasons ate away, at once recognizable form; until darkness claimed it`s berth

Death

Through decomposition, a re-composition of old composition, poetic core found new worth

Growth

Three, three, three

The mental imagery, that comes with this symmetry

Reveals that which created the new apple, to shine so happily

The darkness and light

Are both part of life, and both give insight

Words reveal what is pure, true, and right

The seeds of the Big Apple, and around this spherical tree 

Home to all humanity, all seeds are free

To be critical, or just being happy as can be!

Composed By: Andrew Drucker

Warm Embrace

Two hearts beating

A blissful sigh

A look from eye

To loving eye

A warm embrace

Hand gently moving,

From gorgeous face;

Soft beautiful hair, so soothing

In a bed of love, a scared place

Two lovers share

This warm embrace

Forever spent in moments

In each other’s arms

An afternoon in reality

The memory lives forever on

Composed By: Andrew Drucker

A World Created

A world created

Within a mind

The brown ground

Is a series of words laid down

There are green noun trees

And mountains of paragraphs

A blue sky of ideas

Not yet written

A deep blue sea

Filled with waves of creativity

Composed By: Andrew Drucker

Ever-growing Further Knowing

As we grow up, from seed to tree

And our nerves change

From soft Jello

To cold steel, we find where we need to be

We learn to conceal

What we need not reveal

Our minds disguise

What truly lies inside

Not showing what's true

Only a false image, through and through

And we create lies

That become truth

And where our self image,

A glorious tree, takes root.

Composed By: Andrew Drucker

Nutty Advice

A squirrel awoke in a gorgeous green tree

The early dark blue morning

Was a sight for squarely eyes to see

He ran down the brown bark

He was searching for food

With all his heart

The perfect breakfast, the perfect start

Some acorns that had fallen

From his home the tree

Provide a good meal

To keep our friend, squirrel, healthy

A start of a peaceful day

Content and full

What more could a poet say?

But

"This is the best way to start the day :)"

Composed By: Andrew Drucker

Skyrim

Watching the battle on screen

Wishing that someday - to be

Deep in this land of fantasy

Living among the wood and tree

To be wild and free

"O how that would be

The ultimate joy - truly

Wild and free, yet not nearly

Instead of a slave to concrete and technology"

Composed By: Andrew Drucker

Defeat

The feeling of being outnumbered

At that time - a feeling you shouldn't feel

Nothing quite so calm

Nothing quite so true

Nothing quite so real

At that moment - look inside

As defeat

You meet

One thing needed to survive

Through and through

Coursing and flowing

Evident and showing

There's nothing more amazing than knowing

That through it all

You stood your ground, battered, but still standing tall.

Composed By: Andrew Drucker

Inside

What could the world live without

That wasn't there before

What new creation will thrive and sprout

Something they'd adore

All that seems to matter

Is that you sell

To get that batter

For a comfy furnished cell

If you are honest

To what's inside of you -

To yourself you`ll be true

But also be poor too. 

Composed By: Andrew Drucker

Almost Empty

Embracing the time alone

A chance to create a poem

That describes an empty home

Empty as the blank space

On the page – words erase

The façade they deface

No sounds from within

Except for thoughts that swim

Around a mind, they swirl and spin

Every room is hollow

Ceiling above, floor below

Dust on trinkets builds up, slow

Dirty clothes strewn everywhere

Tossed about, without any care

Silence and an empty stare

Within a poets lost glare

A glimmer of despair

Even when there appears nothing there

Painful – forgotten – memories fill the air.

Composed By: Andrew Drucker