I will never quite grasp the depth of your love and care,
For those around you, and for the world and its constant suffering
You understand more than you express,
You express more than I can understand…
Your sweet and playful spirit leaves an impact on my life and heart,
Uplifting me when I need it most…how can I thank you?
And your meaningful, romantic side,
Your poetry is priceless!
You care about the deep, sad and unusual,
Admiring the sentiments of darkness and light alike,
Inspired by the world around you, your canvas is infinitely painted in detail
Revealing colors that bring relief to the eyes
Despite the unimaginable hardships you have faced,
And of the trials and tests of the present and unknown future,
You remain resilient, good-natured and strong,
Never letting anything break you,
No matter how many demons swarm your beautiful garden of words,
No matter the careless and unkind words from the ignorant and afflicted,
The conflicted and the constricted…
You are aware of the sensitivity of each opposition,
Easily seeing past the nailing and jabs aiming for your mind and heart,
And you humble me with your meek approach of poetry
You must write when inspiration touches truth
Not to mention, when sick abuse yearns for justice,
You grab the evil source by the throat and shame him!
Even when wounded, when the voice can no longer speak,
When the tongue is bit for the better of all,
When emotions plea for more consistency,
You speak the loudest to me
You are The Silent One
And you mean ever so much to me!
My Tribute to the gifted and resilient Silent One
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal
I am crying yes crying
why I hear you asking
It is because I am moved
by a poem on here
So sadden by her words
how could it come to this?
a guiding light, a friend
an inspirer of fine words
Linda you were first to greet me
it was you who smoothed my way
gave me help and advice unselfishly
introduced me to contests and more
Poets should not fight like this
WHO THE HELL GAINS?
In The End NONE!! All LOSE
no sparkle left just matt dim and dull
Linda your words touch my soul
more far more they inspire
Never hang up your pen
Return soon we need your love and input
Always your friend and fan Shadow
written in 2013
Copyright © Shadow Hamilton
Ode to My Husband
What a wonderful, magical surprise!
Sometimes love arrives in disguise.
I never saw this coming,
Never anticipated such an awesome blessing.
I was at the right place,
When I spied your sweet, handsome face.
It was at the right time,
When you called me your goddess and I knew you were mine.
Until I met you, I was like a sad, little bird with no songs to sing,
With only broken wings, l had to work my way through some hurtful things.
But you came along,
A real man, unselfishly offering me strong, broad shoulders to lean on.
It was a long, slow process getting back on track,
But you were patient and willing to take the burden off my back.
When I was lost and alone, you showered me with loving attention,
Tenderness, kindness, and consideration.
You nurtured and cherished me each step of the way,
Building my confidence and trust each day.
Thank you for helping my fragile heart to mend,
Thank you for helping me become whole and to love again!
Entered in contest "Best love poem #3" sponsored by Poet Destroyer A
Copyright © Pandita Sanchez
Of the many stars I have seen,
Justin, you are by far the most exquisite
I love how you just mold into my heart,
Sifting the words we share part by part,
Lighting the path to inspiration,
Attaining your lightning connotation
I love how you relate to my struggles,
Allowing my feet to rest on your gentle wings,
How your loving eyes look in-between the lines,
To see inside such poetry, the divine intertwine
You do not waste your time in the sky,
Rising every moment in your heightening knowledge
You burn brighter for what matters
You hold tighter to the light with gladness,
And you are not afraid in the prowling wilderness
You are never afraid to express your genius
Long ago, I had wandered in the haze of many a soul
Closed and withdrawn in the strolls of dark foes
In your luminous presence, you awakened this dreamer
My eyes widening in the unity of word-weavers
To access your bloom was to shatter all doom
And in awe, I aspired to be a part of you
I love that you care of my virtues,
How you give and give tremendously
How we understand each other in synchronizing energy out of this world
I love that you will feel my heart, as I do yours
I will love these truths forevermore
A tribute to this burning star is never enough
You have inspired me beyond what I can see
Beyond what dreams a dreamer be
And for that, I must thank you,
As you persevere in your incomparable brightness
To illuminate my path, and our paths,
Into the extraordinary, eternal unearthing of fate, fervor and fortune
For the “Tribute: Poetry Contest”
Sponsored by The Silent One
August 4th, 2015
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal
Ah, sweet bonny flower face
That sits outside my door
Nodding in the eve time
Waking gently in the morn
Nothing so pretty as your pink-tipped petals
Nor as fragrant as you, my rose
Your very existence is poetry
Sprung up in a garden of prose
Ah, but my lacy lillies
Sigh enviously at your grace
And all my quiet pansies
Wish silently for your face
But only you are the queen of flowers
Beautiful now and forever more
You, sweet bonny flower face
Who sits outside my door.
Copyright © Anna Erickson
When I sit still and calmly read the works of Poets True
It is nice to know I'm not alone because of all of you
There are stories being told here in such different forms and ways
We have happy times, some joy and pain, and some for special days
There are some who write in Haiku, there are those who love Quatrain
We have those who write sweet Sonnets telling us about the rain
But we also have some Poets True who write as though they sing
With a Rhyme Royal or Limerick that will cause your ears to ring
How about the Free Verse Poets and the Funny Poets too
Those Acrostics and the Metaphors that can help the sun shine through
There are Ballad Poems and Lyrics truly wonderful to find
And the Epic Poems and Tanka's that will stir things in your mind
On a quiet night with softened light we'll read an Ode or two
Or a Villanelle or Couplet that someone has shared with you
What about those Nature Poets who can rhyme about the Earth
How the flowers grow in colors even different kinds of dirt
We have those who write of waterfalls; and sounds that fill the air;
Of deep mysteries and great mercies that reveal how we should share
Some are Kyrielles and Kwansabas that find their way to you
Those Alliteration Poets can help you think of things to do
We have Poets True from nations far that share the things they see
There are dreamers here with mighty words that say we can be free
We read Love Poems so sweetly said they cause your heart to melt
They will talk of Love lost or Love found that's truly deeply felt
Well, I could go on forever speaking of the Poems found
Here on Poetry Soup with you and these true treasures that abound
But I guess I'll stop and thank you all for sharing what you do
And I'll say right here that we are blessed - We all are Poets True!
Copyright © Neva Romaine
I find you in an old silent pond,
The imagery you've left will outlive all,
With nature,your immortal bond
You will stand like a kiri tree tall.
You, the gem of haiku,
Your name be echoed in Fuji's peak,
Mogami river shall chant your lines
Your praise be sung by the Cuckoo.
The rivers and the oceans shall seek
To preserve you in their shrines.
The Cherry trees bow in thankfulness
Pines remind of your gingko walks,
Spring departs,autumn smiles in happiness
The rivers, the winds and the clouds.
Though time fades away,deem all out,
You shall remain in greenness of nature
Forever alive and forever young.
This word-wreath be bestowed
Upon you and your name shall feature
In the valley and ocean shall chant your song.
Copyright © Kiran Bantawa
Dedicated to every young man bestowed the honor of wearing
the glorious Oklahoma Sooners' Crimson & Cream
Over sixty years, boy and man, I have been a Sooners fan;
And always hoped to be among the truest in the stands.
And while I don’t remember all the Players’ names,
They’re my Heroes, each and every one, because they play the game.
When they’re on the field of battle, my Sooners surely give their all;
And when they’re on the sidelines, just waiting for a Coach’s call;
Visions of Glory must be dancing in their heads;
The Glory of the moment and our cheers, the Glory of playing for
the mighty Big Red.
And for those Sooners who rarely played, whose names were
known only by a few,
Make no mistake my friend, each of them is my Hero too.
Like Soldiers waiting in the ranks, but never called to fight,
They ‘re ready and they’re willing, their spirit and their sacrifice
add to Big Red’s might.
I stand in awe of Sooner Magic. No, I never doubt it.
My Sooners could have never won so many Championships without it.
But don’t misunderstand when I say Sooner Magic won those games;
It was Sooners players who, once again, rose to the occasion and
glorified the name.
Sixty years of college football and my Sooners have won the most.
Their fierce pride and performance inspire this simple toast:
“My Sooners Team goes on and on, different faces, different names;
But my Heroes, Each and Every one, for win or lose…
They play the game.
Copyright © Robert Candler
You are simply a work of art.
I’ve known it from the very start,
But you won’t find me hittin’ on ya.
For I’m just an old guy
With a twinkle in his eye;
Happy just to gaze upon ya.
My old heart quickens it pace
Each time I see your pretty face,
A face that every man should see.
Sometimes, just for a while,
Each time I see you smile,
I imagine it's just for me.
And, when I hear your voice,
For just a moment, I rejoice.
Yes, it’s music to these old ears.
But more than a work of art,
You’re warm and funny and smart.
Simply a beautiful person, my dear.
Though with you I’m quite smitten,
My words are respectfully written;
And every word is true.
But, if I weren’t so old,
If I were better looking and a little bold,
I would simply say, “I love you.”
Copyright © Robert Candler
There is little difference between us.
It is as if Narcissus gazed again
to catch a glimpse of us for just a moment;
ourselves as echoes
Products of a common seed, divided.
Tiny ripples reflecting back at me.
Is this the way Narcissus felt, forever
gazing in a pool?
Living portrait of whom I see as me.
A perfect duplicate in flesh and blood
Where I end you start, and seem to be
my echo and ripple.
For Skat's Ode Contest
Copyright © Suzanne Delaney
Whether it's a shellcreeper or it's a freezie,
fret not, mes amis! you have Mario and Luigi,
"mama mia!","Let's go!" when you hear them say,
those plumbers in red & green are off to save the day!
Luigi is the slower one - but his jumps are far and wide,
whilst Mario, with his scarlet cap, runs faster than the tides,
always together, vanquishing ruthless enemies,
partners in time and adventure - for all of eternity!
Browser, the unscrupulous enemy, always kidnaps Princess Peach,
The brothers to the rescue! They sail across the seven seas!,
the boiling deserts, tiresome grasslands and the Koopa enemies,
they beat 'em all, with their fireballs and attain eternal glory.
the damsel is rescued, she hugs her noble men,
they escort her back to the Mushroom Kingdom, Yoshi too joins them,
Toad is there to welcome the weary, exhausted lot,
and bestow them with laurels for the demons they had fought.
And hence this way another tiring adventure is put to rest,
Mario and Luigi retire to their homes, waiting another test,
next morning, they hear the news "Princess peach was Kidnapped again!"
"Let's go!", "Mama Mia!" and another adventure begins!
(For Heather Ober's 'Famous Couples/Duos Free Poetry Contest')
Copyright © manek kohli
Can I have this hand in marriage dear,
Can you grace me with "I do",
Let the angels sing to Heaven,
Let my heart soar with their tune.
Let us seal our love for we two,
Let no others interfere,
Let Evil, with his one good eye,
Attempt to trick and snare.
Let Age pass on his cares to us,
For bound, we are as one,
We'll ride the heady winds of joy,
Until another song is sung.
Until another song is sung, my love;
We'll drink the drink of fools;
Let passion be our compass,
And a blinding trust our rule.
Let us plant the seeds of new life,
That through Time will resonate,
Let our names be always dear to those,
Who set them on their fate.
Copyright © Emmanuel Paul
I confided with The Jeweler
I want a masterpiece
A wonder to the modern world
Where joy will never cease
He said he’d start with umber
A rich, golden shade of brown
use it from the very start
create a special crown
Next, sparkle from His diamonds
He used them from within
Distributed them quite liberally on
Her eyes, her smile, her skin
Oh yes she will be special
A jewel the world will love
treasure made with so much heart
They’ll know she’s from above
She shall be known as Ceci
Because she is to be
perfection of a young lady
like your sister is to Me
He said I know just what I’ll do
To make your crown the best
I have special method
Pulled from the family crest
There’s never been anything like her
nor will there ever be;
I’ve taken the spirit of her aunt
Your dear sister as you can see
You know she was quite special
That’s why I called her home
but I wanted you to be blessed
so praise Me with a poem
a tribute to My creation
a gift to all the world
although I blessed you with 2 boys
I gave you just one girl
I did one other special thing
To set this child apart
I gave her something special
A piece of The Jeweler’s heart
I have filled her with compassion
She will be the downtrodden’s friend
She will always be a guiding light
Yes this is who I will send
Sometimes at night, you will hear her
As you lay there in the dark
this lil' Gem sing Me praises
A gentle meadowlark
A champion for all children
Inspiring, encouraging all
She embarked upon this journey
She already heard my call
So always, treat her special,
let her know I care
you see she is My masterpiece
A jewel that is quite rare.
A tribute on her 17th Birthday
Copyright © jeff eklund
Ode to the Madman
It was heaven in hell, both.
It was 115 degrees and I was in hell.
But heaven was in sweltering Palm Springs.
And I tasted nectar and ambrosia, both,
Under the dauntless palms.
I took in the majesty of the gods
As they bowed to each other,
Like kow-towing Chinamen in white robes.
I took in the flames and the feathers, both.
I took in the shadows and the spotlights of the stabbing sun.
The book was Women by Bukowski.
I lounged by the winking, blue-eyed pool,
Eyeing the half-naked women in bikinis,
Reading the drunken madman,
Sipping daiquiris on ice
Brought to me by the big-breasted beautiful girl
From behind the bar.
The way she walked as she brought me my drinks,
Was a Revelation and a turn-on, both.
It seemed, as I discerned from her big-breasted body language,
That she already knew the answers to life’s unasked questions.
That she had already traveled
To the farthest star in the galaxy.
That she had already tasted the wine of eternal wisdom.
Yes, it was the way she walked.
Bukowski would’ve smiled and said:
“Comon honey, let’s dance!”
I was in heaven and in hell, both.
It was 115 degrees, and I sweated.
But I saw paradise under the dauntless palms.
Ode to the madman!
“I sip this daiquiri in your name.”
Brought to me by the big-breasted beautiful girl
From behind the bar.
Copyright © stark hunter
Mother you so beautiful your are.
Sweet mother you are to me precious.
Mother you, Mother you are,
Mother you are the world to me.
Mother your gracious, Mother you are.
Mother you have always been my super star.
Mother you, Mother you are.
Mother you are now resting in the arms of Jesus.
Mother you I miss you so very much.
Mother you are my mommy, Oh how I love you so very much.
Mother how much in sorrow I am left in this world without you.
Mother you, mother you are to me.
Mommie you are, my mother you are.
Mother I will always love you.
Peggy Ann Chandler.
You are you.
God Bless You
I will always miss
and love you.
Copyright © Cheryl Chandler
sited down with his head, the chilled lonely table.
pen cries lovely piece of solemn lyrics, his head uttered.
last sky may be till tomorrow, no more other days.
I saw tears fell among dusty floor, a nail stroke my heart.
farewell dearly beloved, his first solemn phrase.
he dream for shiny beloved land, smiling at the sun.
where moon creates gold, for better own children alone.
he wish for a dream, where he wouldn't taste at all.
heaviest morning comes like a mourning cloud.
as counted journey flew to the end of sight.
he let his feet move, conquered the fear so dim.
as tied hands live the shadowed song, heart on grave.
farewell dearly beloved, his last dying words
before the guns vomit a deadly burning fumes
tears just fall, while smile been seen glowing
the hero just shout, set free my beloved land.
This is a story of the last day before the death of the Philippine National Hero, Dr. Jose Rizal.
From the night of the his last piece written the Mi Ultimo Adios, to the time of the firing squad.
Copyright © jett franco
Goblins and ghouls, we are.
Behind the paint,
Beneath the scars.
We tread the night,
So fright the stars, we must.
For an ode to monsters,
A worthy trust.
Copyright © Thong Tran
Son, for sure that was a blissful day;
When bawling you were passed into our arms,
To be creators of this fragile babe,
To hold another being's captive charm,
As no scriptures will record these miracles,
So let me pen some worthy notes of praise,
So in my age I'll look again and smile,
Re-living moments of fantastic times:
That you were born to us in perfect form;
That you had too been blessed with sturdy health;
That you did in your youngest years stay calm;
And did not seek to grow too soon to man;
That you did keep that loving child in you;
Who still would seek the comfort of our arms;
That you did hold that honest bargain true;
We, supportive parents of respectful child;
You, toiling consciously for our desires;
That you did heed those lessons that we shared;
Born from a wisdom of advanced years;
That you found time to light up hearts with care;
Whom fate had made less fortunate than yourself.
So that, on graduation day you did move all,
Who felt the artistry in your recital,
As black caps rained and cheers flew high,
Our hearts were filled with overwhelming pride.
Copyright © Emmanuel Paul
Ode to Miss Charlotte
I read about some verbal wars
That brew among some poets.
It’s fought between the ‘know-it-alls’
And those who just don’t know it.
I came upon your essay
On this sacred hallowed site
And after reading what you said
I am convinced you’re right.
Man, in his poetry must apply
Some elementary rules
Lest those who seek our legacy
Will think we all were fools.
Who makes the rules by which we write
May always tease our minds
But poets’ hearts will always be
The source of all we leave behind.
Haikus are a special breed
But we’ve known all along
That Japanese write differently
Yet sing their haunting songs.
So, let life stand and judge me
As I travel the poets’ road
While I’ve not only butchered haikus,
I have devastated odes.
Author’s note: Listed below are some of my posts that will clarify some confusion.. Jake
On Raisin’ Haikus, Haiku Hell, Haiku Shoppe, Haiku Town Dog, Haikuville, Haiku Hash, Haiku Omelet (1 and 2), Haiku Hound
Written by: John Posey 10/05/13
Inspired by: Haiku Fanatics, a poem by Charlotte Puddifoot
Copyright © John Posey
I come to you with love in my heart
in you I place all my trust
joining you in your nature walks
lying close by your side at night
I sense your tension and panic
and stand guarding you from danger
for you I would give my very life
I cower not understanding your anger
As you shout at me I cringe at your feet
all I want to do is to love and protect you
now as we walk you are so tense
so once more you I protect
Confused when you jerk me back
and scold me for I know not what
then a calm man appears and explains
it is not me but you, I just need a pack leader
Cesar shows you how to step up
to be calm yet assertive
love alone he explains is not enough
no dog is born bad I just needed guidance
Now when we go out for walks
I now bound along happily
the tension that was is gone
thanks to that wise calm man
a tribute to Cesar Millan and the work he does
Copyright © Shadow Hamilton
Green bark a prism creates,
Feel the pull of earth, you must.
Rotates, a slime of endless hates,
Can hold me not, this world’s crust.
Friendship’s ties, isolation Deflates,
Succumbs, my spaceship, to bitter rust.
Mist, my soul forever permeates,
Lift-off, booms the rocket’s thrust.
My spirit when light returns, elates,
Swamps swell, swallowed hope’s swirling dust.
Trapped, I am, until student from fate
Arrives to learn; Cloud City or bust.
Copyright © Dan Keir
Momma Has Dementia
I miss my mother so terribly
yet, she still walks the planet today,
still looking like herself, her smile and her laugh
but her thoughts are only on yesterday.
But, let me look back at her life to see
what I can find,
there is morality in the raising of her girls and
and courage when her loved ones were dying.
As a teenager when my heart would be broken
by some unfaithful boyfriend of mine,
daddy and momma would dance to break off my sorrow
wanting again to see my face to shine.
She has always been so independent
and such a hard worker to,
taking such care of daddy and my sisters and me
so in my heart I praise the Lord gratefully.
Then the fun we have had out shopping
and together going to foreign lands,
sightseeing and visiting and all parts of the trip
just having her with me made it so grand.
For you see, good parents are hard to come by
in this wicked world of ours,
so I know that mine was Heaven sent
and by the Father’s hand they were lent.
And when her earthly life is over
and her time to leave here has come,
I know that she’ll be with Him in Heaven
for she has trusted in God’s only Son.
Written by: Marilyn S. Jennings
Momma went home in 2012
Copyright © Marilyn Jennings
Salute to the ode of old
Be wary of the ghosts it leaves
The remnant and seeds of its wake
Salute to the whore of kings
Its corpse and stench reeks still
The wise and deep court still
Salute to the living dead
Frail but rears its head
With words than never bend
Salute, I say, Ode
For yonder when I die
In spite of the odium I hold
You’d still be lying there
Copyright © Kolapo Olapoju
Ode To My Solitaire
Oh lovely burst of fire, your tongues aflame
With splashing brilliance from your fiery glow,
You dance with whirling sense of movement that
Entraps the mind into hypnotic trance.
Or is it Sun that comes into my mind
With golden halo of your fiery ring.
Your center, molten hot, makes solar flares
Erupt to shoot and fly into the night.
On closer look, I clearly see you now,
Oh beauty of the fields, you gem of Earth,
A gift of God’s creation that inspires
Artistic view of you as fire and Sun.
© Sandra M. Haight
All Rights Reserved
Contest: Ekphrasis 12 Line Max
Sponsor: Rick Parise
My Muse: Oil Painting: Solitaire, 30”x30”
by Sandra M. Haight
Copyright © Sandra Haight
Love feast by Steven Hudson
I have looked upon too many scarred, sullen and hard faces these many days.
Loud, crude, gruff men who take and push and fight.
This ship has run its course, sleepless, tossed about,
Every port and harbor, sea and foreign land.
My companions smell and to look at them would make you turn down.
I’m pretty sure I have a tapeworm and my piss is the wrong color.
So my love, when here at last I see your face,
You’re smile, piercing eyes, and silky long hair,
To gaze at you now is a love feast to behold,
And from now and forever you will always be…..
The most captivating golden retriever I have ever seen.
Copyright © Angel fire
Loveliness that's deep and that's rare
is like a rose that blooms afresh
(like the rosebud that's new and fair);
lovely in aspect and in flesh,
it lives in sunlight without care
letting all the sky breathe and mesh.
Its loveliness is hard to find
unspoiled and as innocent;
and with its tint and with its rind
it quells my musing discontent.
As it sighs (softly and from behind),
my nose takes in its lovely scent.
Its beauty transcends its locus,
imbuing the eyes of my soul
with romantic, ideal focus
that makes the heart and the mind whole:
without it the world seems callous
and grace would not be in control.
Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen
Copyright © Ifeanyi Bob Ekechukwu
‘PURPLE NIRVANA JOURNAL’
Dedicated to the legendary Kurt Cobain—(20 February 1967—5 April 1994)
“What else could I write—I don’t have the right.....”
Words are a big pile of contradiction—split down the middle, sincerity and fiction
Feelings we have, sarcastic rebuttals—bohemian clichés exhausted and shuffled
Finding my nest of salt—every word an imperfection, fault, defected assault
Translated opinions an obvious search—proof of intelligence wasted besmirch
“I’m not like them, but I could pretend—the sun is gone but I have a light...”
An infrared light will stimulate the sun in winter—when darkness comes everything splinters
Infinity does not exist mathematics is based on ten—numeral variations create a retrogressive pen
To be forever positive ignores all that represents significance, value sanctified
To be ceaselessly negative threatens derision creating instant credibility nullified
“I wish I was like you-- easily amused... I’ll take all the blame... Aqua sea-foam shame...”
Talk to your friends, they will offer you lists--- remedies already tried, they don’t exist
Translated opinions are apparent attempts investigating proof of intelligence
Abusive, obscure descriptive words—a desperate expression, sincere but seldom heard
We stare at the sky with petrified vision—clouded images of a purple collision
Sunburn, frostbite, prevailing bronze star-- noteworthy disfigurement scar
All in all is all we are.....
Copyright © Kim van Breda
SHE glides with grace, like one in love
with love itself and all that’s lush;
and when the mythic sprites above
unloose her from the morning's blush,
she descends like the milk-white dove
with the notes of a singing thrush.
With golden locks, as light as air,
and liquid, limpid eyes most blue,
none is like her or can compare
to her beauty and lovely hue
which lift the humble souls that dare
come to her for her balmy dew.
As wind and air Nymph and a muse
with the nimbused crest of a saint
which no man can therefore refuse
or with mean words tarnish or taint,--
then let all Creatures freely choose
to honor her without constraint.
1.) Ngoc Nguyen; 2.) Nature motif; 3.) for "Impress me II ! ( Old/New )" Contest
Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen
O burgeoning soul of sweet things
mellowed to summer's surge,
with autumn's dim appraisal
loitered to a final song of ditties,
the oozes of eve ferment
my fewest keen-felt purges;
Apollo upon his throne spinning rhyme
wild and weary in his gilded city,
shall he sing thy posy prims
in deep delved halls
with lamenting love on his lips ----
stars his eyes,
moons his garland,
and zephyr, his breath
honeyed in Elven tongues?
How I faint to find my words
whistled in wind,
some blacker beauty in light,
some arrayed longing
begging from dark,
Mountain to moe-hill
in the shades of vales,
the swell of seas
soothed in tinge;
Mother Earth my palette ----
She of rainbow hues
and Bright Stars!
How kingdoms fall harsh,
lidless in forest dim
too barren, too ravished....
naked without even shadow;
shall I clothe thee with wisdom?
Sprinkle thy skin
with the canvas of the heavens?
Steep in the silts of rills
and the leavened soils
of bubbling brooks
drink thy vintage feverish
for the nectar of nightingales
soaked in song
the gods shall push thy pen
prancing, dark winged
as smooth-perched rooks
O wan child fettered and foiled!
thou needed a swifter love all along;
thou canst express with bitter deeds ----
idle words too sober without melody,
a better posy than Shakespeare's?
Copyright © Keith O.J. Hunt