Chronicle Poems

Waiting for the Third Day, A Muse Chronicle

Muse - Day 1, 2016

For years I had read
Not realizing what I too, had given…

I had given, just not sure what I received in return.

So, in these, my later years thinking on this...
I approached morning’s-day Muse
Fresh with the Sun.

From all I had become in the Sum of Days 
Muse asked gently of me...
“Who are you?”

I

Chronicle Of Ends

The culminating azure ecstasy of the glistening autumn sky 
fades away at last with the blizzard of the arctic blast.
As on the wings of winter the golden leaves fly
at the end of their verdant time on the lost canopy,
their rustling tune completes the music of my delight.

On the canvas of hazy horizon rainbow dreams gleam

Chronicle a Freed Verse

CHRONICLR
a romantic
  advance
insisted
 .discerned
catalogued
  unstated

an elegant
  treatise
formal
& artificial
intricately
   disposed
in
a natural
circumstance
partial
& uncertain
smooth
uniform
& unconstrained

Wildren Chronicle

There are tales of the Old Days
Of a time of trial and glory
So we gather around the fire as 
The Old Ones tell their story

Wildren Wood may be dying.
For the last few weeks it seems
We, it’s children, are haunted by
Shrieks and moans and screams.
The invaders have returned
Ringing it with machines of awe
Slowly reducing its perimeter
Each

Chronicle of a Finite Love

Over our dead love
all leaves of cosmic time fall
eternal tears too

Chronicle of An Expected Rain

I have Already past 60
now it pleases me
bow to wisdom
of those who secure
that it will rain
and that will it deliver me
sweet memories from
the one I loved so much...
are memories
from 30 years ago
when in the green years
I threw myself to love !
I am glad to realize
that the rain turns,
even if she does not come together 

Satan's Chronicle

Lucifer is his name, 
Full of wisdom and perfect in beauty 
Dazzled with brightness like a burnished gold 
Holy and undefiled, he was first of the covering cherubs, precious and magnificent. 
Stood beside the great creator.. 
Almighty God rested upon him..

Honored above the Heavenly host,
Not content with his position, 
Disposition and dissatisfaction, 
Clouded with envy

The Epitaph of An Abdicator

    There sat in opulent xanadu, the 
 demagogue of empirical hedonism, 
his granary once fuelled regal reign of epicureanism:

gregarious, restive, much-awaited successor of imperial dominion, 
neurotic, obstinate, was the cynosure of cynicism. 

The eldest child of Duke and Dutchess of York, erstwhile Prince of Wales, 
the proclaimed young heir, stood far

The Office a Chronicle

the class
   of summer fifty five
left to ply
   their business lives

the office     partners just two
pens   pencils nearly-new

clerking the lowest
                of the low
daily drudgery
  reality soon shone thru'
down the cellar

The Inside Out Chronicle of Golgotha

Ummm...
.
Sometimes when I linger in between the absolutes,
I look toward Heaven for some kind of cue,
But it seems as if Heaven is reluctant to move.
I’m impatiently waiting not sure what to do.
Again it seems like I’m the only one in the room,
Who hears the hushed whispers
Of the unseen Truth.
.
The frenzied crowd cries out for blood,
And

The Inside Out Chronicle of Golgotha

Ummm...
.
Sometimes when I linger in between the absolutes,
I look toward Heaven for some kind of cue,
But it seems as if Heaven is reluctant to move.
I’m impatiently waiting not sure what to do.
Again it seems like I’m the only one in the room,
Who hears the hushed whispers
Of the unseen Truth.
.
The frenzied crowd cries out for blood,
And

The Inside Out Chronicle of Golgotha

Ummm...
.
Sometimes when I linger in between the absolutes,
I look toward Heaven for some kind of cue,
But it seems as if Heaven is reluctant to move.
I’m impatiently waiting not sure what to do.
Again it seems like I’m the only one in the room,
Who hears the hushed whispers
Of the unseen Truth.
.
The frenzied crowd cries out for blood,
And

Chronicle of Change

Time then had facile fluidity,
flowing like smooth autumn breeze, 
touching the somber edges of indolent life. 
You walked in a slow pace, gladly let me pass, 
held my hands with passion for a long while, 
waited to listen when and what I spoke.  
Your tolerance showered cool rains of empathy
on my blazed mind in

The Chronicle of the Coronavirus

Double Haikus

This warm CA spring
The exaggerated fears
Flu kills more every year
.

All fear death blood sells
All God's goodness forgotten
Sucked in by media hell


       February 28, 2020
          7:30am PST

The Chronicle

pillow
      words
       and
epithets,
legends
       plays
surround
    the saints
    of
      poetry:
long songs,
      little
           songs,
collected
in verbal

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