Best Wanes Poems
a candle wanes
the old man sees
his last sunrise
coins ring laughter born of war babies buy bombs
liquor in a dying bum’s throat chocking on tears heaven
is a wink and a dollar-bill rabbits in the dark sex in the park
chessmen move in minds of shadows dressed in suits with gin
in hand the mice run cheese severed tales of another rabid blessing
the worm-hole moves through your eyes a ghost runs fingers through
your hair dangles in the still mid-night wind exploding generations of
soldiers painted green with philosophy plastic guns painted children modern
mother earth awakens visions drum smoke into the storm of stares glancing
choruses cracking churches changing shattering showers of sun slipping acid
-tears tear rain music hears ears gasping deaf white winter birds flap red death
-bed angels leading hands crying glory with glowing lips sealed the wax wanes
Silence has fallen
but we have been tricked before
Don't let your guard down
Finishing life's rare found treat, at her Chinese restaurant's
All which one may eat with a bowl of neopolitan ice cream
Gazing upon neon tides, bright lights; Hong Kong in the night
An innocent baby girl of around five, pehaps native's child ?
Beauty's eyes amid such their purity glancing at myself; curiosity...
Her waitress or his cooks daughter possibly waiting out another day
While I sit to enjoy the city scape never turning yet knowing she is there
Entering my mind these two whom twine; touching this Spirit escaping, the dead.
I never felt to push or shove
People toward the God of love
It seemed that it was not my place
“Just give them time and give them space”
But then I came to understand
When vision of a failing dam
Appeared in revelation’s dream
And as I dreamt I looked to see
A town that lay downstream, below
In dead of night, they did not know
That little time remained until
Collapse would come and floods would fill
The valley, bringing death to all
The sleeping souls, and so I called
As loud as I could raise my voice
I ran the streets, I had no choice
I beat upon their glass and doors
I told them what things lay in store
If they would not rise up and leave
But many simply looked at me
As though I were a crazy fool
Some slammed their doors and some were cruel
They mocked me as they turned away
And I had no more time to stay
For in the distance I could hear
The raging flood that now was near
And all that I could do was flee
To higher ground for my safety
Then as I turned and looked back down
A wall of water swept the town
With total devastating force
I cried out loud, my heart remorsed
If only they had known the cost
But they are gone, so many lost
And so I learned from that night’s dream
I do not have the luxury
To sit and let the time wane thin
The time is now, I must begin
To warn as many as I can
For soon shall come…The Son of Man
When did the moon first emerge on high?
A cup of wine in hand, I ask the blue sky.
The lunar palace is fairly bright;
I don’t know what is the date there tonight.
I want to get there riding the wind,
But fear that the heavenly jade palace
Stands too high above and excessively frigid.
I’d rather dance with my shadow in the moonshine;
It’s more enjoyable to live a mortal life of mine.
The moon hovers over the vermilion pavilion,
Hangs at the carved window,
And shines on me.
It shouldn't have any resentment.
But why does it wax full when we are separated?
Mortals are bound to experience joys and sorrows,
And the moon waxes and wanes.
Since ancient times things have been far from perfection.
Living far apart,I wish everyone good health
And a good view of the same full moon.
(Tran.)
Aging baby boomer
no longer fit as a fiddle
accumulating extra adipose tissue
around the middle
ain't no impossible mission
whence thumbs I twiddle
to shed unwanted
weight methinks exorcise to unriddle.
Call to action necessitates
yours truly to acclimatize,
calling fitness trainer
whereby honed toned physique
(tubby synonymous with Adonis – ha)
benefits begetting courtesy to aerobicize,
nsync dumbbells compliment exercise,
whereby brutal daily grueling
regimen will also comprise
boot camp rigorous discipline
strength to pilot (minus paunches)
shouldering, managing, hoisting crucifix sunrise
to sundown will non verbally advertize,
verily intolerant to chastise,
hence no bully best better mess
mine mean mien guise
will enjoyably capitalize
zing might equals right to authorize
self defense without need to apologize.
Back in the day, I
presented pitiful sight
self worth equated on
par with botanical blight
buffeted along boulevard
of broken dreams
depressed body language
bespoke head to foot
encompassing enfeebled edifice complex
scrawny measly gumby,
hokey pokey height
how I presented such sorry spectacle
courtesy excellent twenty/twenty hindsight
analogous to an emotional black hole,
never exhibiting courage to fight,
rather yours truly immediately took flight
and/or stood dumbfoundedly
in imitation of deaf mute wishing to alight
bajillion miles away, versus
active stance to fight
preferring the incognito
guise pitch dark vested gentry
donning luxury invisible
accouterment shade o' midnight
proffered, though natural camouflage
infrared crosshairs nonetheless did sight,
when scaredy cat sacrificial scapegoat
experienced his sealed fate, a heavy smite
upon me noggin scrambled outlook
seeing stars courtesy topflight -
(bare in) strong arms hoodlums
brandishing razor sharp dagger
type like fangs able, eager,
(think) bloodthirsty 10,000
homicidal maniacs
ready and willing to bite
simultaneously trumpeting
hate speech to excite
curious madding crowd
glomming to render airtight
any possible safe escape,
yours truly turned white
as a sheet.
WHEN THE MIND WANES
In jeweled sky he doesn’t count stars’ grain
Asks why for whom in dark void do they glide
On starless nights he searches sky in vain
Finds them in child’s eyes, asks why the stars hide.
On the beach he doesn’t count the waves’ row
Asks why for whom in open air waves break
In the ebbed sea he doesn’t find waves grow
Finds them in broken hearts, asks why waves wreck.
Rain drops dripping from leaves he doesn’t count
Asks how big drops should grow for them to fall
When the leaves dry he calls clouds to dismount
Feels the eye lash wet, asks why do tears crawl.
Deep in psychic space he sees his mind wane
Blind in his world, they say he is insane.
January 11, 2018.
words spoken
fantasies sought
feelings touched
memories brought
time slips
heart's strain
cutting deep as
love wanes