Easter Reading
In Lima – Peru- a hippo was pulling the tram car with
its best friend, a water buffalo. They had ended up
here, far from Africa, after the great flood ebbed and
had been blessed with eternal life, only being mere
animals, they didn´t know this. In Lima, no one made
a big issue of this, but when the wider world knew
and some adventurers set about trying to kill the pair,
in vain, the Lima people took another look, especially
since the church thought they were the devil´s own
handiwork, god would never have allowed beasts
besting man. Angry people took to hurling mud and
stones at the animals, also calling them rude names.
From the mountain came a man dressed in white
burnoose, and spoke to the people:
“For years, you respected my creation, the hippo
the water buffalo, with respect and care, I thought
well of you and decided that the archbishop of Lima,
when the time was right, would be the new pope, but you
have disappointed me greatly, hence the new pope
will be the archbishop of Buenos Aires, Argentina”.
The man, in white burnoose, paused and said
“It is also the time you electrified the tram system.”
Categories:
burnoose, art, best friend, blessing,
Form: ABC
Symphony for stringed Instrument
Grey mist creates a smaller world the eye strains
To see beyond the possible, where only the inner
Vision can see the unseen for which it can´t blink
Close an eye, or turn away from disgusting truths.
Dull miasma dreamy as passing melancholy, turns
Angel white burnoose at dawn, with a hint of rusty
Harp strings, a whiff of green straws, full of tears
That will be handed out to children under five.
Aurora, the Roman Goddess of daybreak, when
Natural light puts night in a sack and throws it down
A well where nights of horror dwell but refuse to
Be still forever trying to escape its own darkness,
Longing to be back in some ones head, pining to
Be formidable and strong, but the day will not let it.
Categories:
burnoose,
Form: Sonnet
Easter Reading
In Lima – Peru- a hippo was pulling the tram car with
its best friend a water buffalo. They had ended up
here, far from Africa, after the great flood ebbed and
had been blessed with eternal life, only being mere
animals they didn´t know this. In Lima no one made
a big issue of this, but when the wider world knew
and some adventurers set about trying to kill the pair,
in vain, the Lima people took another look, especially
since the church thought they were the devil´s own
handiwork and god would never had allowed beasts
besting man. Angry people took to hurling mud and
stones at the animals, also calling them rude names.
From the mountain came a man dressed in white
burnoose, and spoke to the people:
“For years you respected my creation, the hippo and
the water buffalo, with respect and care I thought
well of you and decided that the archbishop of Lima,
when time was right, would be the new pope, but you
have disappointed me greatly; hence the new pope
will be the archbishop of Buenos Aires, Argentina”.
The man, in white burnoose paused… and said: “It is
also time you electrified the tram system.”
Categories:
burnoose, adventure, animal, humorous, people,
Form: Blank verse
Within the alleyways lay death.
The burdened bureaucrats on their lunch break
lounge in front of an orange stand
ignoring the masked face within the burnoose
snaking through the stalls.
Frankincense sticks and coffee beans
purfume the tumultuous aisles
as the figure moves the belt loop
toward martyrdom.
Heavenly maidens await
this jihad ghost
while figs and pomegranates
fly through the air and
televisions show bloody faces.
When will it end ... this mayhem,
this obscene use of beings
meant to dance and sing,
paint and create rather
than obliterate
in plastic.
Categories:
burnoose, history
Form: Narrative
A curio shoppe on the edge of Khartoum
on the edge of the world
on the cusp of our doom
smouldering incense
bade us come in
a cornucopia
whispered my friend
an aura of daydreams
dappled the air
a cyclone of chaos
strewn everywhere
antiquated cast a ways
cadence from a bygone day
a cossack in a dark burnoose
offered potions
swirled in juice
pomegranate grated fine
adrift in elderberry wine
the phantom laughed
a banshee sound
a scarab scuttled
'cross the ground
a bouyant vapor floated past
ambergris,a glowing glass
carousel of fantasy
castanets inside of me
I don't know how you found the door
wicker splintered
something more
then the wharf,
cerulean sea,
the coral moon
and we were free
in the boat I breathed a sigh
until I caught the
scarabs eye.
Categories:
burnoose, adventure, imagination,
Form: Couplet