At the Pier
by Jonathan A. Goldberg
© 10 April 1997
I asked you out to a
night of games and rides at the pier.
Bright swirling lights,
pomp and glitter, and you would be near.
My nervous voice did
shake and crack as I asked you.
Then with a bright and
cheerful voice you said, "I'd love to."
After a few more words,
I hung up the phone, my heart filled with joy.
Never in all the world
was there, a more jocund exuberant boy.
I sorted through my
attire, I wanted to look the best I could.
Nothing, not anything
ever, did make me feel this good.
After dressing to what I
thought was best and right for you,
I ran down to Windor
Florist to by something for my love so true.
In the window I saw the
most red rose on all of the earth.
Seeing it, I thought of
you, and my heart filled with mirth.
I entered the store an
told the clerk of the flower in the window there.
The great crimson petals,
soft as velvet, sweet perfume filled the air.
The clerked plucked the
flower and wrapped it in red paper and foil of gold.
The great red bloom was
surely a sight to behold.
About an hour before the
excepted time to meet, I did arrive.
Under the great plastic
clown, which let out a mechanical laugh and did seem
I gripped the red wrapped
piece of Heaven and thought just of you.
Next to me was a rotting
wooden rail, behind that only the sea of blue.
My love was that ocean
crashing and breaking on the sandy shore.
I hoped the upcoming
night would have happiness only in store.
I let out a nervous sigh
as I leaned against the hard plastic of that silly
His body was big and
artificial and sent strange shadows on the ground.
Time passed like heavy
sap down a great Maple tree.
Seemed as if every second
lasted a pained eternity.
I got quite nervous when
the great Coin Castle clock's hands neared six.
The great lights all over
the pier switched on, the slots whirled and clocks
The sweet perfume of
cotton candy filled the night air.
Children laughed on the
rides, with out a sign of care.
I just stood there
clutching the rose wilting in the night.
The sea had hungrily
eaten the last rays of the sunlight.
In the dusk of night (it
was only five past six) but I still did fear.
Then I saw you weeding
your way to me, your gait steady and clear.
Your light brown hair was
tied back in a loose pony-tail.
Your tight jeans hugged
your legs, and your shirt boar a smiling snail.
Your beam was broad and
airy, your walk sweet and with grace.
Passing laughing children
to the clown, you walked with smiling face.
I handed you the flower,
the paper crumbled and torn.
But you took it gently,
pressed it against your breast, not scared of any
"What do you want to
do?" I nervously asked.
As I waited for your
answer, all stood still, even the ocean's crash.
"You pick," you did
simply reply the tight impish grin on your lips.
I turned my head toward
the sea and saw the foaming tips.
I looked around the
great wooden pier, and saw the mammoth Ferris Wheel
"To the Ferris Wheel," I
cried as I grabbed your soft milky hand, it was soft
as a dove.
We walked up the clanking
metal walk to the entrance of the wheel.
We handed the burly man
our tickets a bright and lovely shade of teal.
We climbed into the
bench that would take us high above the ground.
Into the dark blanket of
night we soared, as the wheel clanked and whirled
From the top the whole
pier gleamed as if a rainbow exploded into a cascade
But greater still the
roaring foaming ocean which reflected the colored
lights of night.
The great sky colossus
whirled us round more, as if it were turning the sky.
I took you hands in mind,
and I saw the stars that twinkled in your eye.
The great behemoth
groaned as it stopped, we were at it's highest peak.
I wanted to tell you how
I felt, but the words I could not seek.
Though as if in a dream,
the sleepy machine's ride did come to an end.
From it slowly we did
walk, my arm was around you then.
Why we decided on the
Black Death next, I surely don't know.
I was never to fond of
roller coasters, I preferred the slow.
Yet when I am with you,
I feel that I could do anything.
We climbed up the
platform, I held you tight to keep you warm from the
We reached the top of the
steel platform, and I saw one of the cars race by.
The swift day-glow red
beasts who around the tracks do fly.
We climbed into the
metal beast you and me.
They fastened our
restraints (put us in the first car, so we could see).
Then with a tired
old metallic groan, we where off on our trip.
Up and up, higher and
high the creature climbed til we reached the top
before the dip.
Tightly, I gripped your
hand as we stared into space.
Then quickly with a
whoosh we flew, like a dog on a fox chase.
The beast swerved with a
devilish speed, and metal clinks and click.
Up through the loop, I
was squeezing your hand hoping the restraints would
Soon though, we were
back and we climbed out from the speeding cars.
I had to lean against
your warm frame, because I was seeing stars.
You just laughed and held
me very tight and close to you.
Then you said, "next we
should go to the beach, that is what we should do!"
So we snuck off past the
mechanical marvels to the old oaken stair.
We snuck onto the moonlit
beach without a single care.
We flung off our shoes
and our quickly removed our socks.
Let our warm toes squish
in the cold sand and small rocks.
We ran along the beach,
until the noise and lights of the pier were very
I saw you walk in the
light of the moon, radiant and pure as a holy saint.
You let out the wondrous
laugh as you threw back your head.
"The stars are wonderful
tonight," you casually said.
I walked over to you as
you clutched the rose and stared into the dark night
I put my arms quietly
around your waist, and your arms did wrap around me.
My lips did kiss for the
first time, two young souls in front of the great
My lips parted from yours
and I looked into your angelic face, and thought I'd
At that moment all
around us was gone from the earth.
No more sea of waves,
bright glowing carnival lights, just our mirth.
"It was my first kiss,
and I did love it so," I did say,
"That moment in my heart
forever will stay."
Heaven Be In Waves Of
by Jonathan A. Goldberg
© 7 April 1997
I hear the great
crashing of the sea, against the long dead coral
The melodic runic tune,
like the immortal ticking of some ancient clocks.
Like the moon on the
tides, are destiny moves us and pulls us too.
That is how I came to be
with you, came to love you so very true.
Twas on this very beach
of pristine sand.
The grains of time which
formed this land.
How the sun does shine on
my life as you glide through my heart.
The wind eroding the
dunes echoes my heart, how you made my life start.
When we first met, I was
as cold as the fish in crystal blue.
Yet, you saw more to me,
said my soul was pure and true.
How the black-headed
gulls did soar high in the sky that day.
That day the squids did
learn love the eels did swim and play.
I wish I was that squid
from the ocean, so many arms to wrap around you tight.
And then in the dead of
night, I'd keep you safe with my bright bioluminescent
For my heart does glitter
more than any pearl of an oyster could.
For when you hold me, oh
so tight, you make me feel so good.
The soft sweet salty sea
breeze does fill my lungs with hope.
That sweet taste reminds
me of you, that night we did elope.
Do you remember that
night? The stars did witness our love.
Under a moon so grand and
great and white as the sweet dove.
I held you that starry
night, as much as you did hold me.
As we showed and shared
our love, by the boundless sea.
I did caress your soft
brown locks, pushed them behind your ear.
My hand did slowly touch
your skin, you did not show me fear.
That was the day the
Heavens stopped, the sea turned warm from ice.
It was the day I tasted
the sweet thing, we mortals called paradise.
It was a great union
aided by God above, us both a little unsure of the
fate at hand.
Both of us had not given
ourselves to anyone but each other, that night in the
Everyday that I do see
your face, shining so at me so near.
These moonlit walks that
we did make along the wooden pier.
We entered the ocean that
warm Summer night, two children becoming seals.
We danced, we splashed,
we swam, we played, as vivacious as Catherine Wheels.
The salty brine clung to
our matted hair, as we emerged with cheer.
The great white moon
illuminating you, my goddess bright and clear.
I thought that night I
could love you no more then when our lips did embrace.
But still my love for you
grew greater still throughout life, our long unending
O, the great love you
make me feel, a flower, a pure rose you are.
The great sea goddess of
my dreams, brighter than any star.
For you shine with a
light so great in my now burning breast.
That you are greater to
me, than the treasure of any pirate's chest.
I want to hold your
sweet soft warm frame, all of the day.
How I love to caress your
hair, tell you always to stay.
Our Kismet was sealed in
the stars, the day we were born.
My life was always like a
rose, it had many a thorn.
Yet you, my love, are
the bloom greater than any other thing.
That is why upon that day
in time, I did give you my golden ring.
We were wed that summer,
you and me, upon our beach.
Exchange our vows, said a
prayer, you know that man did preach.
Yet, I did not hear him,
my thoughts were only of you.
I only heard the crashes,
the waves of heavenly blue.
For our honeymoon, never
left our wondrous shore.
Why would we leave that
place we love, a place of lore?
We lived our lives of
middle age in the house that I built.
Made with love, strong
timber, and some of the sea's silt.
The great window we did
have that overlooked our little coast.
Many a night we held each
other, saw our love's first host.
Now, the time has gone
by, as many days as grains of sand.
The skin did wither and
weather on my once strong and mighty hand.
Though my body is weaker
than it was, my love is strong still.
It grows greater larger
yet, like dust gathering on a window sill.
O, my dear, were did the
time rush off too?
Why did age come so fast,
for me and you?
Then that day two days
ago, when your last breath did leave you.
It was a great sorrow for
me, to be without my love so pure and true.
You did leave me now in
the earthen realm to go to a better place.
One day in my time, I
will pursue you, will pick up that chase.
But still I love you, not
even the grip of death can ever end that.
Every day I comb the
beach, our beach, and in our spot I sat.
You did fly to the sea
so great up high in the boundless recesses of the sky.
To swim in paradisean
seas with dolphins, and dream of those days gone by.
Everyday I look up to see
you flying and swimming up there.
I see your face so true
and pure and your long flowing hair.
Soon, again, I will
caress your sweet auburn hair, my hands young once
We shall walk in the
beaches of the Heavens, make love on the sandy shore.
I see you in that sea of
blue, us mortals call the sky.
A bright star that
twinkles there, is your immortal eye.
Feel not a drop of
sorrow or sadness for me, that I have lost her now.
In the ocean of the sky,
I'll meet her again, soon, when I take my final bow.
Just hold your love, keep
it safe and never ever let it flicker or go.
For you will see all
those you love, in a kingdom more white than snow.
Dark Storm Sky
by Jonathan A. Goldberg
© 7 May 1997
Dark storm skies come
from many a thing, brought about on angels' wings.
During these black cloudy
times of sadness, doves dream of precious things.
Who are we to dream their
dream, to know of their ideas and hopes?
Mother natures does what
she does, without interference from the popes.
When a dark fog does
roll in from the eerie mountains in the West,
The doves do flap their
powerful wings and beat them on their breast.
The darkness is in us as
is the sonata of light's powerful cosmic rhyme.
We need only to look upon
each other to find the precious time.
For such is life and
such is death,
Divided only by the
taking of a breath.
For our world is ours and
their world is theirs to know,
For love is never the
same between people as different as every flake of
Oh, our dreams fly to
heaven on the back of doves' sweet white down,
We here lay on earthen
land, nothing at all is around.
We are all islands who
look across the seas of hope.
Looking for that safety
net, that eternal rope.
What we find we often
don't look for, and sometime that is love.
That is when an angel
comes to Earth in the form of a dove.
For even during dark and
stormy skies of night.
There is always hope in a
sweet dove's flight.
Death of an Angel
by Jonathan A. Goldberg
© 8 April 1997
She looked so very
peaceful when I saw her take her very last breath.
Her soft and ruby lips
exhaled, as she did deeply kissed old man death.
My sweaty palm trembled
as I touched and held her pallid white hand.
So small so fragile like
a porcelain doll's, non ever fashioned as grand.
I saw those cool pools,
that were her eyes, see the world for the very last
Her sweet scented perfume
wafted to my nostrils, like the smell of a green lime.
Her flowing blonde hair,
woven gold, lay glimmering in the brilliant sun.
Her soft beautiful frame
withering away, her earthen dance was too soon done.
How is it that angels
die? Her soft sweet immortal ruby lips parting the
Taking my sweet one to
Heaven upon a ray of light, for now even God did cry.
The cold earth she did
touch with her timid hand, did make the flowers grow.
Her soft red rosy cheeks
did contrast her face with her skin as white as snow.
by Jonathan A. Goldberg
© 8 April 1997
A mighty majestic marvel
loomed up from the end of the street.
I had waited a lifetime,
that this structure and I would meet.
The great circular
Coliseum embodiment of the blood of Rome.
But yet is showed the
splendor too, a great immortal home.
Twas in bright daylight
that I saw it first, the yellow sun was high overhead.
I walked to it on a path
so ancient, Hadrian could have gone in my stead.
His troops could have
marched down the very same path, so antediluvian and
But yet the whole Forum
seemed to glow as if each column was encrusted with
The vendors hawked their
daily wares, as their ancestors did in front of the
Never before in my entire
life did I behold such a sight, as beautiful as
I entered through a great
archway, a gaping mound of old brown stone.
The great arena did
envelop me, the grandeur of old Rome shown.
by Jonathan A. Goldberg
© 9 April 1997
I lay near sleep in my
bed, in an old oaken room, under soft blankets of
A soft syrupy-sweet smell
slowly slithered about, like a ghost in the gloom.
Not long ago the rays of
light died at the end of the bright twilight of day.
And to my old antique
bedroom I did go, to sleep out the darkness that is
But just as I was nearly
in Morpheus's land, there came a horrid bright light.
It came clear and pure
through what was once a closed door, wide open
And a horrid figure tall
black and grim did stand in the frame of the oaken
"What do you want?", I
cried, "How did you get in my room in the dead of
The dark black figure,
carved from ebony, moved not a hair, just stood there
Great rivers of sweat did
gather and cascade down my soaked pallid brow.
The dark figure I saw
there, aroused a dark horrid fear in me, scared me to
The light shone brightly,
but he was devoid of light, only black and empty
In his hand was a
devilish tool, a whip with shining sharp barbs
fashioned at the end.
I was frozen where I lay,
I could not move could only see the dark figure in my
He wore an attire from
the days of Victoria's rule, but I knew this thing to
be only cruel.
I clutched the mattress
tight, my heart filled with nothing but glacial fear
The Black Man, Lord of
Nightmares, stood as still as a silhouetted gargoyle
in the dark.
In his dark muscled
powerful hand he held that tortuous device of pain and
My organs under my skin
did quake and quiver and seemed to huddle together.
My middle was a pit a
bottomless one, sucking into all of my inside into its
I could no longer speak,
barely breathe, it was like a great snake was around
The desert that was my
barren throat could not utter a single cry or oralize
The Hellish light still
flooded into my room, almost blinding me now, in the
Dark demon man, in
Victorian dress, the embodiment of my death my doom.
I could not move
paralyzed with dread of his whip his whip with the icy
bards of death.
He took one step closer
to my bed, he moved at last, but now the whip was over
He held it up ready to
strike, as he walked two steps more, to the foot of my
A deep guttural bestial
laugh did issue from deep in his inhuman dark throat.
The bright Hellfire,
still seeping leaking crawling into my old antiquated
The old dark varnished
wood of the room did seem to close in all around me.
The Black Man's whip
with icy barbs gleamed and danced a horrid dance in
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His face now I could see,
what once was black masked by light was now a skull!
"Your soul is mine
forever more," the grinning ivory skull did hoarsely
Then the whip with icy
barbs came whistling through the dark must night air.
A small squeak of terror
issued from my parted lips, as the reaper's whip came
God, it was just a dream.
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