Bow Poems

One Final Bow

The last curtain came down
one evening at nine
its drapery falling
to signal ‘it’s time’
The theater dark
all stagehands have gone
alone in her presence
my final swan song
The exit door opens
a new crowd appears
applauding me onward
past laughter and tears
With one final bow
but never so sure
eternity clapping
— forever’s encore

(The Bryn Mawr Theater: August, 2025) 

Where Light Refuses to Bow

We never asked to be different.
We only wanted to walk
without folding our souls into apology.

To laugh
without someone measuring the pitch of our voices
and deciding if it was a boy or a girl.

To hold a hand
without scanning the street
like love was a dealer, and we, the addicted.

Some greet your heart like a stray:
smiling,
until it dares too

How should a man bow?

Do insects kneel at the mire of a stronger foe?

Do pages turn themselves in fear of the readers will? 

Do the stars flicker in panic from the watcher? 

Does time relieve itself at thought of the forgotten?

Why then should a man created with the same flesh, blood & strength of the savior bow to such

Fiddlesticks

There was a young man bought a pangolin
but thought it was a mandolin
to be played like a violin
he tipped its scales 'til they creaked
tweaked its tail so it squeaked 
and named the bow Anne Bowleyn

You entered my silence like a violin bow dragged with blood

You entered my silence like a violin bow dragged with blood through shattered stained glass
I sewed your laughter under my eyelids and lungs, and the light transformed into myriads of fragrant wounds
I coughed wild moon petals for weeks, my mouth full of the echo of your ever-burning footsteps
There is no cure for you, you are

Easter

Easter egg hunt for little ones
In green grass under yellow sun

Laughs that grab hearts red sonnet 
Bow ties brown eyes and pink bonnet

So cute toddler who picks up a rock
Doesn’t want the emerald egg on top

Another girl seems to fuchsia fear
Easter Bunny with floppy brown ears

Every one excited taking peach photos 
Easter memories as valuable

Bow Rider

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The natural of the beast
in it's

IN THE TIED BOW OF LOVE

Yesterday, you were two,
Today, you've become one;
A single string, knotted
Into a bow of eternal love:-

As trials and tribulations
test and tease your string,
The tighter the boe-knot
Must bind itself:-

An ocean's salt and its water
Do not flow in separation; 
Rather, they flow as one wave:
Yet, the water remains water
And the salt remains salt:-

Thus must be the flow
Of the

The Pitbull of Existence

In boundless realms,  where thoughts collide/
A force emerges, unmatched in stride/
A single grain, a spark, a flame/
Perfection crowned by its own name/

Flawless, fierce, it dares to rise/
An awe struck wonder beneath the skies/
In defiance of limits, it carves its place/
A sovereign spirit, a boundless grace/

No hate resides where pride takes seat/
A heart unyielding, steady

IN THE TIED BOW OF ETERNAL LOVE

(Apropos Of You And Yours)


       Yesterday you were two;

        today you’ve become one—

        a single string—knotted 

        into a bow of eternal love.

 

    

Her Bow is Blue

Romance commenced with quiet strolls,
with pleasing smiles, to ball commits.
There’s a tango of scented souls.
Ascent of a fantasy spritz.

Bright pretty skies; her bow is blue.
This coolish day, with yellow rays.
Serenity; a splendid view;
slight freckles and her hair ablaze.

Fresh air frenetically vaults
with sweet talk like a lullaby.
The pitter patter of hearts’ waltz.
Affair tonight - a gown,

STATUE OF LIBERTY BOW OUT

Let me get out of New York
Bags are packed
Deportation fact
It’s time to leave
People of New York, don’t be deceived
I stood for come and all
It now is no more
Leaving the New York City shore
Enough is enough for sure
Getting out while I can
If I was deported, I would probably be sent to France
Fat chance
Hudson River is my

HUMILIATION

People will humiliate you
People who don't want your best
People who are against you
People who don't know your worth 
People who don't know who you are
People without humility.

People will humiliate you
People who wants applause
People who wants attention
People who wants power
Some for fun 
Most for belittling
Others just because of their inexperience.

People will humiliate you
People who wanna be

Sense

• What's a pretty pink ribbon doing on this rickety, old fence?
• And what looks to be a purse on the dirty forest floor?
• This doesn't make much sense
• For what reason are they here?
• The more I think about it, the more I feel tense

Humbly I Bow

A star shown above his birth for two years;
A star that only those of faith could see.
He left His royal court and majesty
In humble exchange for a trough and tears.

Because of my sin I could not see Him,
Even though His star shown brightly around.
Then His holy hand reached out and touched me
And pulled me back

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