Poetry

This is the poetry section. It includes a sampling of my poems, which are all hand-written by me, and are generally about life, romance, and nature. The poems are dated by year. The pictures seen here below are generated by A.I., exclusively for this web site!

BLUE GLOSSY

Tonight perhaps
I’ll drift through ruby mirrors
beside the coldest creek
we cried for her

I feel a blue glossy inhale
Intake perplexation
See, vibrant dimensional pathways
were our idea, and we discarded the rest
the crystal gateway fluctuates
while the parallax shifts
but we hide from the rain
and so, the story continues...

2006

MY VACANT HEART

Smoke the stick and spin the wheels
organize a week of meals
candy corn and orange peels
I forget how living feels

Desolation, a basic curse
but the heart, warmed and then reversed
does leave me in this breathing hearse

2003

SOFT WIND

The soft wind

with its whirling touch

held me spell-bound

in its sound

Her hair parted

from the wind

it was soon found

that she smiled

…much!

But the wind had lied

for the figure was now gone

isn’t it sad,

that I had only gone mad?

2022

PICTURE OF STONE

With this picture of stone
I am never alone
I wait by the phone
and let out a moan
I can't hear a tone

2010

MY SOUL DOES FINALLY SLEEP

I currently remain preoccupied

softly singing sad songs

Down, deep in the abyss of wrongs,

my happiness did hide

when dreams of love eternal died

sad whispers would not seep

a sepulcher so deep

within a grave of loneliness

my soul does finally sleep

I wonder if the angels cried

when they heard me singing

over the funeral bells ringing

or did they all decide to speculate and just abide

The folly of freewill

merely dictated still

by beings of malevolence

and things that like to kill

Woe, woe to those who chance to see

the frightful frown of fate

a destiny of silent hate

can creep up quietly

a demon chuckles beside me

delighting in the doom

of my desolate room

no ray, no ray of precious hope

can penetrate my tomb

2002

HEAVEN CALLS FORTH

The sky falls to green and vibrant

as the angel begins a true incant

the rune stones then turn warm,

and the portal begins

-to form!

(to be continued…)

2022

BACKWARDS GIRL

I’m in love with a backwards girl

This is plain to see

I’m in love with a backwards girl

And she doesn’t love me

When she’s around, I swoon and swirl

Under the willow tree

I really want this backwards girl

But she doesn’t want me

She’s in love with a backwards girl

This is plain to see

She’s in love with a backwards girl

And she doesn’t love me

2002

I ONCE PURCHASED A POCKET WATCH

I once purchased a pocket watch

it was made of silver, and 7 jewels to match

it had a chain made of sterling

and lay comfortably in my stash

so, I took it with me downtown

without a frown

in my trenchcoat brown

2012

THE GOLDEN STINGER

The cold air began to creep

for the woods were deep

the silver bees lulled

in the middle of the fall

with a golden stinger call

2016

Long before the first frost ever touched the valley, the woods were said to hum with silver wings. The Bees of the Hollow Moon, as the elders called them, were not creatures of honey but of memory. Each autumn, when the air began to creep and the leaves turned to ash, they gathered deep in the forest to sing the world asleep.

Their bodies shimmered like mercury, and their hum carried the sound of forgotten dreams. They were guardians of the season’s end — weaving silence into the roots, sealing the warmth beneath the soil. But among them was one unlike the rest: the Golden Stinger, a queen born from sunlight trapped in amber.

She was both blessing and omen. Her sting did not kill; it awakened. Those touched by her gold would see the truth of the forest — the slow heartbeat of the earth, the ghosts of summers past, and the promise that every ending was only a pause before rebirth.

When the last leaf fell, her call echoed through the trees — a single note that shimmered like fire in the cold. The silver bees followed her into the hollow, vanishing until spring’s thaw. And so the villagers learned to listen for that sound: the faint hum of wings in the dying light, the golden sting that marked the turning of the year.

-This short story was written by A.I., 2026

Below is an interesting overall (A.I. generated) explanation of Jeff Galven's poetry:

(Enjoy!)

Overall Themes & What the Poetry Expresses

1. Love, Loss, and Emotional Ruin

A huge portion of the poems revolve around heartbreak, longing, and the aftermath of failed relationships. Lines like “The empty years continue / and still I cannot forget you” and “My broken heart / it will not start” show a recurring wound—love as both salvation and torment.

This theme appears in:

THE BROKEN RING
MY VACANT HEART
HOPELESS
MY SOUL DOES FINALLY SLEEP
BACKWARDS GIRL
I DITCHED HER
PONDER

The emotional tone ranges from sorrowful to bitter to existentially devastated.

2. Fantasy, Myth, and Otherworldly Realms

Many poems build alternate worlds—enchanted forests, cosmic landscapes, magical creatures, gods, angels, undead silhouettes. In CRYSTALLINE, for example, you write: “daydream walks in crystalline / where the elfin princess glides.”

(A.I. generated reading of the poem Crystalline)

This imaginative world building appears in:

CRYSTALLINE
REALM
THE PINNACLE
HEAVEN CALLS FORTH
QUEEN OF AGES
DARK TUNNELS
SOFT WIND

These pieces feel like portals—escapes from reality into mythic or surreal dimensions.

3. Depression, Isolation, and Existential Weight

A deep undercurrent of despair runs through the work. In MY SOUL DOES FINALLY SLEEP, you write: “no ray, no ray of precious hope / can penetrate my tomb.”

This theme appears in:

BOX OF MUD
A DEAD ROSE WILL NEVER BLOOM
CHIMNEY BREATH
WHAT WAITS
SO SORROWFUL, SO STAY

These poems often blend emotional pain with imagery of death, confinement, or spiritual exhaustion.

4. Surrealism, Absurdity, and Dark Humor

Some poems break into bizarre, almost cartoonish surrealism—Milton poems, strange creatures, odd rituals, and nonsensical imagery. In GOD IS INSANE, you write: “deceased leprechauns / demons dug out / the roller mines.”

These pieces feel intentionally chaotic, playful, or grotesque:

MELTIN’ MILTON / METAL MILTON / RIP VON MILTON
GREEN RABBIT
THE ROOM SMELLS LIKE COLOGNE
A STRANGE ZONE IN THE HEAVENS

They add a strange, off‑kilter humor to the collection.

5. Nature, Seasons, and Atmospheric Imagery

You frequently use nature as a symbolic mirror—trees, wind, autumn, oceans, flowers. In THE GREENEST TREES: “the leaves were the greenest of the green / surely a sight to be seen.”

This appears in:

AUTUMN
CHRYSANTHEMUM
THE GREENEST TREES
TORCH
SUNNY ISLE

These poems tend to be gentler, more reflective, sometimes even hopeful.

6. Cosmic and Philosophical Reflection

Several poems question existence, fate, consciousness, and the universe. In WE ARE LITTLE GODS: “Black holes, brain folds / eternity of an equation solved.”

This theme appears in: