Roaring River:Poem

A Night Such as This: Poem

Title: A Night Such as This
By: Bruce Hackmann

As I took your hand
We walked to the shore
We could still hear the band
Beach sand was our floor

Her well formed figure swayed to the tide
Darkness surround with a diamond laced sky
Curvaceous moves had us in stride
With each lapping wave you held your dress up to your thigh

Bodies together in an erotic move
Hips swaying to the sultry moon
Sounds of the waves and music in groove
Lost in seduction we could feel the swoon 

Your kiss so luscious 
The moment so enchanting 
Your curves so voluptuous
It was all so alluring 

One could only dream of such passion 
Dancing on the midnight shore ...
On a night such as this

Babbling Brook .

Rivers Edge Poem

Rolling River

Roaring River

Rambling River

Babbling Brook Poem

Rivers Bend

Rivers Edge: Poem

I was doing some video work for some of my poems at the Ocqueoc Falls near Rogers City, Michigan. I have a poem called Rivers Bend and I changed it a little and titled it Rivers Edge here and add in the Odawa Indian name.

Title: Rivers Edge

By: Bruce Hackmann 

The winding river softly flows 

As the eagle glides on the wind

With each twist n turn the river goes 

While the brook trout swims around the bend

The wandering river carefully circulates

As the turtle crawls back to the stream

With each curve n curl the river percolates 

While the Mallard floats around midstream 

The roving river rolls along

As the deer drinks from the river’s edge

With each zig n zag the river is strong

While the beaver sits on the rocky ledge 

The meandering river flows through the forest 

As the Chief of the Odawa stands ... by The Rivers Edge

Quintessence: Poem

Title: Quintessence
By: Bruce Hackmann

She’s the quintessential beauty that walks before me

O her eyes are precious gems
The cut so brilliant 
The color so valuable  
The clarity so luminous
The carat weight beyond compare 
Your eyes express such qualities
Your eyes are the jewels that glow

O her skin is soft as a rose petal 
The passion so tender
The purity so exemplar 
The enchantment so blissful 
The beauty measures beyond compare
Your skin embodies these qualities 
Your skin is the flower in bloom

O her hair is lustrous as silk
The prism so shimmering
The hue so radiant
The touch so luxurious 
The loveliness values beyond compare
Your hair personifies these qualities 
Your hair is the fabric of royalty 

Her quintessence fills my spirit 
Quintessentially, her beauty is my standard

Rivers Bend: Poem

Title: Rivers Bend
By: Bruce Hackmann

The meandering river gently flows 
As the butterfly glides on the summer wind
With each twist n turn the river goes 
While the brook trout swims around the bend

The winding river carefully circulates
As the turtle crawls back to the stream
With each curve n curl the river percolates 
While the swan gracefully nests with esteem 

The roaming river rolls along
As the salamander baths on the edge
With each zig n zag the river is strong
While the frog sits on the rocky ledge 

The wandering river slowly flows through the meadow 
As I walk along the rivers bend

Darkness: Poem

Title: Darkness
By: Bruce Hackmann

Darkness fills the day
Loneliness is your friend
How long the stay
The spirit descend

Negative thoughts in the way
Mind starts to befriend
Everything inside in disarray
Body feels the trend

As your life starts to stray
You just wonder …
When will the heart start to mend

Falling is Beautiful: Poem

Title: Falling is Beautiful
By: Bruce Hackmann

Falling can happen 
When you don’t expect it
Your heart feels the passion
It happens when you least expect it

Time with you is enchanting 
You seem so exquisite  
The mind finds you dazzling 
Each moment feels decadent 

Please don’t tell me it's illusional 
Because falling could be so beautiful

The Beauty Before Me: Poem

It's was June 2016 when I had this experience.

I’ll never forget the moment.

Her right hand was under her chin. She was talking about food and spices. But, I got lost looking into her brown eyes, the freckles around the bridge of her nose, and I swear at that moment I experienced all the good moments of her life looking deep into those eyes.

While finishing my wine I was thinking about the little girl within her. Then, the young lady inside. Then, she stood before me and asked me if I wanted one more glass of wine. I paid and went to the parking lot to write these words.

First poem to write in 30 years. It’s simple and cute.

Title: The Beauty Before Me

By: Bruce Hackmann 

Looking into her eyes

I see a world so deep

The little girl, the young lady, 
The beauty that stands before me

Her freckles on her cheek

Tell a story so rich

The little girl, the young lady, 
The beauty that stands before me

Her skin so soft

It speaks of a life so pure

The little girl, the young lady, 
The Beauty that Stands Before Me

Babbling Brook: Poem

I have a necklace line that I named Rivers Bend. Last month, March 2018, I thought I would try and write a poem for the necklace line.

Title: Babbling Brook 

By: Bruce Hackmann 

The babbling brook 

Plays a quiet melody

That streams between my ears 
While my inner spirits ascent

The cascading score 

Collaborates with my nose

With calming aromas of mineral scent

The bouquet plays 

To the timeless moment

Of tranquil time spent

The Rambling River: Poem

Preparing to do some video/photography work on my poem titled, Rivers Bend, I was thinking about the different types of rivers I will be confronted with. Each river could have a different characteristic which will influence the emotional tone. So, I came up with three different types: Roaring, Rolling, and Rambling. It's the same poem but set to each rivers characteristic.


Title: The Rambling River
By: Bruce Hackmann

The rambling river
Plays a riveting melody 
That streams between my ears
As my inner spirits ascent

The cascading score
Collaborates with my nose
With calming aromas of mineral scent

The bouquet plays
To the timeless moment
Of tranquil time spent