Best Allegoryold Poems
My old friend struggles
with his life's meaning.
Familiar with dead cats, Newton,
Einstein and incredible fractals,
he gleans patterns instantly
and misses nothing
in his galactic surveys,
nor leave a clue unglued.
He can entertain the most bazaare
concepts in the fervent hope
that truth will emerge from under
some unlabeled rock.
But all such inquiry always gyres back
to herds and migrations,
lemmings and old habits,
and wave upon wave upon
an ancient beach,
simply maya and samsura.
Penny pincher,
Sleeps on the edge of time,
Dreams of ancient civilisations,
How old is he,
How old is he,
He thought someone in the modern world loved him the other day,
No she's baiting me,
They'll kill me for sure,
Where are his people,
Where are his people,
Why do they treat him so bad,
The modern ones,
He calls it another damned day,
When he wakes up,
Alone and the alcohol isn't strong enough anymore,
How poor,
How poor.
o, the young night’s roughening
palms solid upon
the drowsy faces of niger-lads –
the slow current of the stream
of sleep drifting
the niger’s world –
& we went a-stupor like old troy
besieged by fury greece –
then lovely maidens
frightened us with looks
of beautyful truthings
of the false brevity
as old priests flew
at noon doomsday-dreaming
beyond the niger-maid’s
hidden chambers …
A historians words
have often been heard
with wonder and amazement
Telling of wars, inventions, explores
everything memory can mintion
They are our eye's into the past
seeing events and reasons
Telling our ears
of triumphs and fears
of nations, kings, and religions
Scribes record the words
of their lords
on stone, papyrus, and paper
A glimps of the past
into mans hour glass
for futures information
Recording the facts
should never be laxed
with embelishments
prejudiced partition
Stories, myths, ledgends and fibs
told by polititions
There's always an old woman
a century old who can testify
to most of the truth
When the storytellers
tell the tale
she can recall it from her youth
One stops to wonder
that from their Savior
they are only twenty souls away
Faith founded in memories
of the old and gray
We were given a mind
that collapses space and time
And with it create wisdom
up to date
Civilization is the creation
of all things put together
architecture, agriculture
technologies new inventions
Hundreds and thousands
of historians
with all different kinds of stories
Of how the past
has made the future
Our present day glory
An Allegorical Sonnet
`Tis old man a husband of a new bride
His old tradition, the bride, young and new
Marriage precept sworn never to divide
Is young bride‘s, idea of life pursue
Earth wealth accrued is old and moth eaten
Her youthful grace, to him a new potion
Old man with old notion is soon beaten
Her sweet spirit to him a new lotion
The old habit of having something blue
A member of earth marriage tradition
The old man is blue, young wife is quite new
Her grace must replaced his old position
Her notion, new lotion, soothed the old blue
Old becomes new, by grace of love’s pursue
For Brian’s contest
Some bigot under cloak of conceit, bids us sit
Around some common table to dialogue again
About my tired tongue, and the iron clawed bit
Bringing my freedom to rein. Your scheme is vein
Do not saddle me with the burden of your guilt
That son is too hot, I will not let you mount
My need, while fragile as a flower my manhood will
Under saddle, boots, stirrup and void account
Of history. Take off the riding habits, Sir, yield
Rising torrent of old fears, for those who are humble
Shall find grace. Your words your hidden daggers concealed
From the eyes of the young, I am old to the jungle
And have ate sweet cane and tasted its bitterrness
Of beginning. Love florishes best beyond all duress
And time and numbers speak for me, you so late
Cannot again close opportunity's cringeless gate.