Long Uncreated Poems

When does ambiguously free verse
also become emphatically political verbing verse?

I was emphatically reading pieces
ambiguously written 
about my sons,
to my oldest son's girlfriend.

The longer I read
the more she cried.

Now it had been my hope
and passion
to become...

Read More

As climate pathology peaks
toward climax conditions

LeftBrain privileged blindness
and deafness,
tastelessness
replacing savoring,

Absence of green
and sea salty blue
fragrance,
bereft of internal robust feelings
and external wellbeing touch
drop unhealthily
unwealthily away
from enabling organic integrity
to know 

Empathy is to spiritual consciousness
as sympathy mirrors...

Read More

I preach to others to write and sing,
to soothe the pain that rises like fog over a mountain,
I lend them my ears,
baptizing my tattered sheet of paper in their crystal tears,
their poetry and music whisper...

Read More

Wave a sea softened
                  and a pain and a tenderness
        ...

Read More

In waiting for you, my love, the seasons have snowed in black and white,
The landscape of our time together has been painted in trenches of lingering silences,
And every moment without your voice, an eternity crystallized...

Read More

In the twilight of suspended star thunder
where the waking jungle and broken Temple of tradition meet one another
she moves with a panthera prana, pranayama of precise paradise, air of spaceless pleasure,

A lavender Tigress of effortless...

Read More

their bodies were present but
their eyes were scanning a screen,
their faces devouring the blue light,
of the small machines in their hands-
they were nothing less than walking zombies.

they typed in caps and illegible words,
tapping continuously without...

Read More

GOD  MY  LORD


God my Lord:
Transcendental reality
Uncreated creator
Supreme Goodness
Dwelling of eternal wisdom
Everlasting source of my being
Shield of my life 
Refuge of my soul, 

Although THEE omnipresent are
To see THEE I am unable

While THY name...

Read More

Your love for me is invaluable,
When I flash back I dwell in wonderland,
Your grace upon me is immeasurable,
I have nothing to give but praises and adoration;
My tongue is faster than my pen;
Thank you for being...

Read More

They were and are always there and here and just are.
uncreated, unworldly Light, brighter than brightest star.
too complex for our proud little minds to fathom.
The Person of the Almighty Father, the Generator always was and...

Read More

The meditation of an unslept night,
dancing to the music of silence. 
Waiting for that unseen sight
and my visions to form an alliance. 

To create the uncreated art,
searching in worlds unexplored. 
My mixed up ideas to...

Read More

A blank mind, focusing on disappearing pages. 
A pen looks for a rewind, taking back mistakes of the ages. 
Yet nothing is swirling, nothing comes to thought. 
An empty hand curling, with words that get...

Read More

THE WAR


Rule was made to break
Being were made to be death
But war was uncreated
Which came in vain?
And make his destiny
Oh….war….oh…war
Why you came among us
And make our earth red
Now you are imperishable
You go to a place...

Read More

INEVITABILITY

  I saw the lines;
  Those trails of broken dreams;
  Marking the disappointments in my life.

  What once seemed perhaps dangerous
  Reflects back now as worn, withered;
  And altered.

...

Read More

You are the last born for me
no daughter of earthly woman
even the lily of best of the lilies
can rival your glorious heart

You are mine as the last born
my heart trembles before you
I do not see...

Read More

When I peer through the windows of my eyes,
so desperately I want to know who I am.
What is the cause of my being?

At times I feel formless and empty,
a collection of memories. Maybe, 
no more...

Read More

All unknowingly we cultivate,
create wild flowers and garden escapes
from all those restless hours
of an ambiguous life.

Tomorrow happens,
it picks up our discarded clothes
dresses sloppily
shuffles into a daylight
visible only to hermit crabs
and night-wounded owls.

And yet the uncreated...

Read More

When I Peer through the windows of my eyes,
So desperately I want to know who I am.
What is the cause of my being?

At times I feel formless and empty,
A collection of memories is that all...

Read More