The Force Of Life

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I dream of rain drops suspended in the air
And strands of madness as thin as hair
Delightful dishes with pears and apricots
The force of life, and pulsating sun spots

I mean what I think and think what I may
Somewhere in the remains of the day
But galloping horses come to my rescue
Like Humpty Dumpty’s useless retinue

And butterflies circle playing house with roses
Fate spins a web, fortune limericks composes
Life is, and ultimately what more can we want?
Yelling at the injustice of it all we rave and rant

Yet dandelions still enchant and the wind worries
Life is composed of moments, not stories
The icon of everlasting love smiled at me
I saw a church in sunlight, Mass was free

Dreams are like proverbs, true to a cliché, they—
Work their magic slowly each shallow day
If I were a paperclip I’d clip some scribbled poetry
I’d be old and rusty, or better yet one of those coppery—

Old style square paper-clips they make no more
The kind you could buy at a paper-goods store
Back when the streets went unpaved
And a Model T was no better than a horse’s neigh

I’d hold fast to my paper sheet wards
Full of ink blots and slanted lettered words
Each scribble a human thought spilled, like blood
Staining the paper, a mating of mare and stud

See the clouds hanging low in the distance
And the dust raising from the surface, trance—
—like, it intoxicates and hypnotizes
All the carnival and country fair prizes

The wind blows softly, but it blows nevertheless
And her legs… when she lifted her dress…
Were like a promise of heaven’s paradise
And I smelled her perfume, looked into her eyes

My hand between her thighs, the kisses and heart beats
And the tired downtrodden car congested city streets
Electrical wire suspended mid air, alive, pulsing
Stop. Listen. Can you hear the lawnmowers sing?

March 2, 2005
Konrad Tademar

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2 Responses for “The Force Of Life”

Cyrien McCallister says:
Wednesday, July 28, 2010 at 2:52
I love it. I was reading it and really enjoying it and then I got to the part “And her legs… when she lifted her dress…” and my knees buckled. I love it.
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Sylvia says:
Wednesday, July 28, 2010 at 5:07
You are the Best. I always knew that.
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Konrad Tademar is the pseudonym of Konrad Raphael Wilk a native-born Los Angeleno of Polish descent. Rather than a nom de plume, it is his nom de guerre because "Freedom of speech is a war against censorship, and poets are the warriors who fight that war on behalf of freedom." – As a young boy Konrad Wilk spent five years living in Poland where he witnessed the rise of the anti-communist Solidarity labor union; he came back to the United States ten days before Martial Law was declared. He has lived most of his life in Hollywood and began to write poetry seriously while at Los Angeles City College while studying Philosophy and Literature where he was president of the Poet's Platform for two years. He went on to graduate from UCLA with a degree in E-Commerce and Business Management. – He has made occasional appearances in coffee houses (such as the Onyx, Ground's Zero in Hollywood, Magicopolis Theater in Santa Monica, and most recently at the Wilshire Art Gallery for the Polish Art Festival where he was also the M.C.). He has been writing poetry continuously now, for over twenty years. – His published poetry books are: "Agrest, and other poems" – "November Sonnets" – "Fifty Sonnets, titles like labels only get in the way..." – "Harlequinade" – "Hope" – "Rose Petal and other ballads." – His current project is “The Myth of Katherione” a philosophical science fiction novel. His first major novel-length work, finished on August 1, 2010 will be made available in 2011 is "Prometheus, the Diary of a Poet." – In 1991 Konrad founded the Witching Hour Poetry Gathering, and has been hosting it ever since. In 2002 Along with a passionate group of artists he founded the Pecan Pie Organization dedicated to art-house film production, stage performances and music videos. – Konrad’s directorial debut is entitled “Garden of Delights,” a film he also produced and wrote. His next films currently in post production are “Gloria Fuerta,” and “Converse.” The next film, currently in development is "Meticulous."