"An Approaching Storm" by Friedrich Wilhelm Pfeiffer ‘One Last Candle’ and Other Poetry by Angel L. Villanueva The Society December 29, 2019 Beauty, Culture, Deconstructing Communism, Humor, Poetry 13 Comments One Last Candle The angry storm approaches in the night, Its curdling howl is heard for miles around. The trees all flinch in fear of nature’s smite, Then cast their sobbing leaves upon the ground. No soul dare venture out to face the storm, For nature’s wrath is not so lightly scorned. The lights go out as winds in anger swarm; The frightened city now lies unadorned. Yet here I lie in rest with you, my love, As candles lift the veil that darkness brings. Securely sleeping like a peaceful dove, Your arms around me are your regal wings. I gaze at you when calm outside returns, And kiss your face as one last candle burns. The Cell Tells Unwise are those who spread unfettered lies, Who claim that life arose from lifeless ooze. They choose to see with Darwin’s blinded eyes, So fail to note creation’s many clues. They mock the thought that life had guiding hands, That God designed and breathed life into man. To boundless chance they bow as ardent fans, Rejecting truth that tells how life began. The humble human cell cries out to them To seek and search within its guarded halls, For there is found design that will condemn The lies retold and writ on wobbly walls. His wondrous work they view with blindfold eyes, While sipping barren brew from Darwin’s lies. Pawn You sneering king atop this lofty ground, Your army waits to hear your battle cry. The rooks and queen with might my pawns astound, As knights dare tread where bishops fight and die. The battle rages on, your lines advance; I hear the snorts of horses close to me. The end seems near despite my bravest stance, While you behind your queen now start to flee. But there where you take rest, my pawn has reached, And thrusts his silver lance aside your queen. You howl and see that your lines have been breached; A pawn has aimed a blow that was unseen. Your prideful laugh has ended at his hand; A lowly pawn now mates you where you stand. Bleu Cheese Blues Oh, moldy cheese, why do you tempt me so? Why call at me with rancid bluish lines? Your piquant bite makes my saliva flow, Your texture my aversion undermines. The raiment on your skin and scent belie The finest food the mouth can hope to dine. I am enticed to force my lips to try Your Bleu d’Auvergne to zest with finest wine. The Stilton’s bluish veins all Britons prize, And Gorgonzola shows Italian pride. Delighting in these blues may seem unwise, Until a piece defies the lips to slide. Despite the color of its moldy skin, I crave to try your Roquefort’s pungent sting. Its wafting scent will tempt my mouth to sin; Averting eyes as taste buds start to sing. Angel L. Villanueva is a religious man who resides in Massachusetts, enjoying a simple life with his lovely wife, Nina. Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) 13 Responses Sally Cook December 29, 2019 Yours are the poems of a man who knows life. And to write of cheese, as Chesterton asks! Thank you. Reply Angel L Villanueva December 29, 2019 Thank you much for your kind comment, Sally. I appreciate it. The poem on cheese is the first and only I’ve written on that subject, but hopefully it will not be the only one. Reply Julian D. Woodruff December 29, 2019 Thanks for these! All adroit and tbe 1st a real treasure. “Smite” as a noun is terrific. Reply Angel L Villanueva December 29, 2019 Thank you, Julian. Glad you liked them. Reply pat mulholland December 29, 2019 I have never read any of Angel L Villanueva’s work before, but will now. These have lifted my heart, thank you. Reply Angel L Villanueva December 29, 2019 Pleased to know that, Pat. Thank you very much for the nice comment. Reply David Paul Behrens December 29, 2019 Very fine poetry! Reply Angel L Villanueva December 29, 2019 Thank you! Reply Joseph S. Salemi December 29, 2019 English Stilton is one of the finest cheeses on earth. Having it with walnuts, dark figs, cream crackers, and a rich ruby Port is a paradisal experience. Especially if followed by a dinner of roast beef and Yorkshire pudding. Reply Angel L Villanueva December 29, 2019 Sounds like a wonderful treat! My wife introduced me to blue cheese in general, and has served it with our meals. A delightful addition for sure. Reply Mark F. Stone December 29, 2019 Angel, I really like the first poem, particularly line 10. Mark Reply Angel L Villanueva December 30, 2019 Thank you for your expression, Mark. I wrote the poem while recalling a summer storm we experienced in our area some years back which knocked out power for days. Reply Monty January 14, 2020 Pure class, Angel. All four pieces are impeccably written; and not a questionable rhyme in sight. I especially liked the first and the fourth; the first grew on me after reading your briefing in the above comment . . and the fourth for its sheer novelty. Regarding the second piece: Surely you don’t need me to tell you that you’ve got absolutely no right to refer to Darwin’s theory as “lies”. You’ve got every right to say such words as: “I believe his theory to be lies”.. or: “As far as I’m concerned, Darwin lied”, etc . . those words make it clear that it’s only your opinion. But to talk of “Darwin’s lies” as if it was a proven fact; well, one might get the sense that you’re just trying to convince yourself and/or others of another theory (which happens to be equally unproven). Being here’s good enough; it don’t matter how we got here. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.