Long Enmeshed Poems

Disciples: How will we know True from False Prophets?

Teacher: You will cooperatively discern them
by their polyculturing love.

When does fear that disasters are becoming too relentlessly true,
masquerade as anger that such events and facts and trends
must...

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Once wars were fought with sticks and stones
to flog the flesh and batter bones
and conquer lands, defending thrones -
though gods provoke, not one atones. 

The multitude (by hordes beset
with battle-ax or bayonet)
braved blades, dyed red...

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oh youth in all its callow shades
               is from our hope, precisely made
        ...

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Through shadowed trails beneath the moon’s cold stare.
     Its Amber gaze: a burden hard to bear.
This feathered prize found peace in my gut
     No slumber dreamt; no...

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Your time worn hand rests on my shoulder
A gentle firm touch
Ancient fingers stretching awake
And for that moment in time, I receive you
My body marinates in your history,
Delicacies, trauma, and wisdom

I sense you riding within my...

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END TIMES : ONE 

[Poet’s Note : This poem arose out of a play on quote in Bible by Christ : “I will open my mouth in parables. I will utter things hidden since the...

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A thick, white smog crept through the park that night,
that one color besides black.
Occasionally, street lamps would beam around like wheels
but the lights burned strangely dim.
 
"Let's shoot the breeze, " he said. And so...

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These are modern English translations of poems written in Middle English by Geoffrey Chaucer. 

The Canterbury Tales: General Prologue
by Geoffrey Chaucer
translation by Michael R. Burch

When April with her sweet showers
has pierced the drought of March...

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I’m with you,
I’m without when not.

That’s how much you’ve become.
Plastered fabric enmeshed into me.
Like drywall, yet to crack, but firm and white.

Bare bones make us who we are.
I can feel yours now, I think.

The way...

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1.
God, how I hate (when I can't go to sleep),
HATE the feeling sleep never will come.
In moments like this, I wonder if my death
Might be a lover with real potential,
Though the possibility of soul being...

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When an expanse of sands comes into view
you’ll see sparsely dotted weeds lying flat on the ground.
For soil is sterile and weather is harsh the weeds are not only unable 
to grow tall but struggle...

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Indignant, his head hung low, eyes glassy, all he has is his memories.
Within the pain he can no longer tolerate, within the hundreds of enmeshed bodies…
Stinking and rotting.
All he has is his memories.
Escaping the frightful...

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A horrendous act
that could only be imagined
as Insidious and contemptuous
Many were massacred
Thousands displaced
The Hausa Militias took over
Zaria was in their palm
A horrendous act
That could only be imagined
As Insidious and contemptuous
Many were massacred
Thousands displaced
The Hausa Militias...

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15.8
“Have faith, my son, have faith
You are Awareness alone
the Self, the One
You are the Lord of Nature”

15.9
“The body is made of worldly stuff
It comes, it lingers, it goes
The Self neither comes nor goes, yet remains
Why...

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Kansas Poem #4

Hey Hoss, slow down there!
No need to go so fast. Besides,
I don’t want to go 
to where you’re going, and
I don’t want to be seen 
to where you’re heading.
Hey Hoss, please turn this...

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You ask me now to sum the beauty in sun's eyes
And make of love the distinction that love despise
And all figures come only to my praise of the gift
God gave to Adam, when he unreplenished,...

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10.8
“For how many lifetimes
have you done hard and painful labor 
with body, mind and speech?
It is time to stop”


Ah! This entreaty
It has this ring of compassionate divinity
Emanating from a true seer moved by our plight
Enmeshed...

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The sunless evening is deprived
of its ardent and vivid colors,
the mischievous clouds
in their hastiness extend
their thin and tenebrous veil 
increasing my body's chill.

They intensify the dreary darkness
invading the lively landscapes under
a silent universe so distant...

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In verdant refuge, I've concealed,
Whispered of your grace, in veiled tongue.
Unveiling passion, dread abounds,
Sleep flees, with love's throb throbbing.

From the instant our gazes met,
A nexus formed, ethereal thread.
Emotion's haze, unsure, elusive,
Yet, within, a fervent ember.

This...

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Didactic old man
Fiddling with fright
As tears curled down 
From a bemoaned and fretted face
To his foaming lip
The tears thirst bitter taste
Spiced with desired regret
Of an action already finished
Crime begets an accidental skirmish
~
His hands
Those quivering hands
Protective...

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Why do you read me?
Surely not for the artistry of the words
They are not flowery
Or veiled in mystery
They speak in tones of mediocrity
For profound they are not
Simple, simple words 
Honey coated, perhaps
Is that why you...

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It being a holiday, with friends, I went to chill out
In a gregarious company, partying was sheer fun
After a heavy booze, my first-time experience, 
I fell flat, plunging into deep sleep and dreaming away ...

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IDEA TRAPPERS

I take a semblance of a hen
A hen conceives an egg
And brings forth an egg
The conditions have to be right
Or else there could never be eggs or hens
If that be the end of a...

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Oh, majestic city, where time cradles its wings,
In a moment of the world, where the dream of star cascades is a timid seed,
I wander, a phantom of grace, beneath the moon's silver imprint,
Meandering through alleys...

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Before they silence my voice
Under jackboots and bone crushing dogs
I must set fort before dusk
As I am shielded 
By his gore
And crafted like Daniel
In the lions den
And Jonah in the whales gut

I must scurry to...

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