There were four men
searching for truth
They all knew
that sixteen hundred years before
Someone was asked
by a washing hands' man
to say what was the truth.
One of them
is on the tower of Pisa
which is still bending
since then
'cause he refused
to declare the earth is flat
to the clergy men
to the rappers of truth
Several miles away
another one is convicted
by other false truth holders
he has lost his wife
he's lost his goods
he's lost his freedom
and he's Lost Paradise
And Torquato
has been serving
for seven years through
in a madhouse
for his poetry was full of truth.
The fourth man lies
straight and tall
in the middle of a square
where his unfortunate harsh
took the place of the flowers
He seems to warn the passing-bys:
"Please, mind the truth!"
Categories:
bruno, allusion, analogy, assonance, bible,
Form: Free verse
”to burn is not to refute” ~ Giordano Bruno’s last words
Burnt alive at the stake for mere dissent,
Bruno’s soul returns to question the church,
why he was killed just for his strange accent,
which but explored a new path for God-search,
stating love’s peace dove, in all hearts does perch.
Hymns of psalms and music from Krishna’s flute,
both whisper love songs that soul may reboot
and so path any, does not God’s light shine
on all of mankind, that hearts contribute
to align souls under the oneness sign?
Categories:
bruno, introspection, religion,
Form: Dizain
Crystal glass in hand,
SelvaRay roars and runs wild
in gold Versace.
Categories:
bruno, adventure,
Form: Haiku
Whilst Bruno Mars ascends new stars
Elvis Presley haunts old boudoirs
Second to none
They both have fun
Just strumming their gutsy guitars.
Categories:
bruno, celebrity, change, culture, guitar,
Form: Limerick
german shepherd dog
my own big wheel bodyguard
loyal till the end
Categories:
bruno, devotion, dog, remember,
Form: Haiku
This is something I wrote after the death of my daughter (1995). Bruno was her pride and joy and he sat in a rocking chair in her room for many years after. I've revised it somewhat. Unfortunately, my husband has also died since, so now we're down to two. Now Colette's little girl, Grace loves Barbies
Bruno Sits
Bruno sits in a rocking chair
as though she’s coming hither.
He's just a battered old Christmas bear
but I remember that winter.
Our girls didn’t know
we searched at night
as Santa’s helpers
filled with delight.
Jeannie, loved bears.
Barbies delighted Colette.
We bumped into Ken
driving Barbie’s corvette.
Suddenly looking at us with
two beady eyes, was
the biggest toy bear
we'd seen in our lives.
On Christmas day,
Jeannie gasped at that bear
Colette loved her vet
We were all there.
Now Bruno sits
and sit so do I.
I know Jeannie’s not coming.
Bruno can’t say goodbye.
Bruno will wait
and we'll not forget
Not I. Not papa.
Not our darling Colette.
We’ll see her again
wherever it be.
Now Jeannie’s adieu.
We’re lonely as three.
©June 5, 2001
K.McL.Collins
Categories:
bruno, childhood, daughter, death, christmas,
Form: Rhyme