Best Aeolian Poems

Now gather around, ye lusty lads, a tale I'll tell to thee
Of jealous Gods, monsters and ill-fated men who sailed the sea.
My tale is set...

Read more of this work...

The crew, thinking the Aeolian Gift was not Odysseus' alone but common property
Stole the bag, with avariced mind, curious to find, broke the seals -...

Read more of this work...

dead
bones rise
in ashes,
furnace spews clouds
smelling putrid smoke,
tongues consume bodies all,
aeolian whispers fan
Varanasi’s fierce appetite,
prayer flags wave like a wick of hope
while the ruddy Ganges silently...

Read more of this work...

~ At last! ~ At last! As 
a sweet rejoinder to Him my 
soul cried out aloud, at last, as I 
marveled in the benignity...

Read more of this work...

Musicianship 
(3 May 2014;  For my son Steven, an ACCOMPLISHED guitarist)

Real musicianship can truly drive you nuts—
There really are no “ifs”, “ands”, or “buts”.
Practice,...

Read more of this work...

We raised gourd houses for the Purple Martin
Atop a pole, against a fluid sky
Where late jet thunder spews
A raid cloud--ambitious wonder.
 
Intense, our Southern sky,...

Read more of this work...

As the screaming Sirocco swept the sands,
Suffocating the Shiekh's Sixth Sick Sheep,
It's sister, Simoon, soon sought to strike
The sweat-suffering Sultan's sweet sleep.
Then came the Khamsin,...

Read more of this work...

Warm winds blow
Their golden grain
The sands not in charge 
Off their own domain
 
These hills of sand
Aeolian processes form
Shifting at will
In any desert sandstorm
 
The...

Read more of this work...

A pendulum is but a slave of time:
What its trapped spirit wants is hidden where
The folding waves can find a friendly clime,
Far from the bloody...

Read more of this work...

~ (~) ~

   .
 ..
 ...
 ...
 ..
.

.
  .
.
.........
........
.......

...............
...............
...............

.......
.......
.......
.......
.......
.......
.......

  
""At last... at last!" - as a sweet rejoinder-
to Him my soul...

Read more of this work...

Only when the trumpets roar
Angels in chorus, enchanting all music
The day our creator calls.
I surrender my soul, O Holy One, to you
He who casts, out...

Read more of this work...

On a windswept hill crest by the sea there is a lonely ancient sentient tree that seems so 
figuratively familiar to me, I wonder why...

Read more of this work...

The stairway to nowhere:
The desert where you wander when you dream
That dry plane with cold marbles
Under the hot overhead
Where shadows have passed 
Somewhere close to...

Read more of this work...

~ (~) "Those eminent-depths yes-vast-those elucidated-and-certain-and-ever evolving; 
moreover-painful-voids — upheld beyond their exclusion-always plaguing-solely pledged 
avidly, admittedly pleaded each one... for the-other; their denial-indifference-once known...

Read more of this work...

"""Incontinent of self without the Lord I either am or am not it would seem always in some way, as 
it always in all ways...

Read more of this work...