FOR IX : EMIGRATING FRIEND
Fly lightly IX within Merlin’s wings
may your Mohican pony-tail
grow thick and strong
may Africa kiss America
with gentle sensation long
may salty breath of Cape Town
mingle with New York ~
may clear sub-atomic particles
continue to dance in humble service
with harmonious Awareness
may two crows and all Duality
dissolve into Unity
via your Trinity
We release you into
Big Apple arms beguiling
knowing you will not be
swallowed at an unknown core
as dual citizenry is but a feeble
stop to Total Dissolution’s door
the Truth is IX
your disposition is
Pure and your belonging
is everywhere
sure
Categories:
mohican, character, city, emotions, friend,
Form: Free verse
My gran doesn’t ‘get’ this woke society
I told her that there’s a new sobriety
We went for a walk to see what we would see
And show her we all can be what we will be
Men can be women and girls can be boys
And most men in showbiz have that certain poise
I’ve seen a guy wearing a little black dress
And people whose gender is something to guess
But live and let live is the latest doctrine
Though sometimes I wouldn’t know where to begin
Someone approached us in pink dungarees
And Doc Marten boots and a beard to ‘their’ knees
With glitter mascara, diamanté tiara
A dog tag that said nothing more than ‘Tamara’
‘Their’ Mohican hair style was quite a strange sight
Twas dyed rainbow colours and went left to right
I tried not to notice ‘their’ tightly strapped breasts
But bits were protruding from her (their) string vest
In an unguarded moment I said, “Evening Miss.”
He/she/it/they gawped and said, “That’s remiss.”
I told he/she/it/they, “I’m not of this age
So don’t take offence, please don’t get in a rage.”
‘They’ strode off and snarled like a pantomime cat
And my little old gran said, “What The F*** Was That?”
Categories:
mohican, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
Hardwood floats on
river ever flowing
Deepest roots hold still
12/29/21: '60s Grand Banks 42 - Village West
Categories:
mohican, native american,
Form: Haiku
cold moon horizon
omniscient orb delays dawn ~
snowshoe hare shivers
(December Full Moon – Mohican)
Categories:
mohican, animal, imagery, moon, native
Form: Haiku
Reading by the light of a flashlight
With the covers pulled over my head
Captain Nemo battled an octopus
Robinson Crusoe was thought to be dead
Gulliver went on his travels
Charlotte spun a new web
Jem wouldn’t kill a mockingbird
Oliver wanted more to be fed
Old Yeller had to be put down
Black Stallion ran faster than wind
Chitty-Chitty-Bang-Bang flew over the ocean
Tom talked with Huckleberry Finn
Mary Shelley constructed her monster
Natty Bumpo helped the last Mohican
When one adventure finally ended
I couldn’t wait for the next to begin
Categories:
mohican, childhood,
Form: Rhyme
I can hold me breath for years on end
I can fly as high as my feathered friends
Been to the moon, the planets and my home on mars
Without a spacesuit I’ve touched the stars
I’ve walked through the flames that burn in hell
And come out the other side without it’s smell
Have seen heaven and the angels there in
It made me rejoice and shout and sing
I have stood on the edge of an erupting volcano
And played Beethoven’s 5th on the piano
I have brought peace to all the world
And passionately kissed every Soup girl
I am a cowboy and a Mohican
A villain and even a policeman
I can wrestle a croc and kill a lion
Around me waist I have the belt of Orion
I’ve leaped from the top of sky scraping buildings
Without feeling pain I can pull out me fillings
You may ask me how I can do all this
Well I have to tell you my mind is limitless
Categories:
mohican, adventure, imagination, inspirational, love,
Form: Rhyme
Just like the last grain of sand that flows into the bottom of an hour glass…empty is how you
have left my heart. Just like the last drop of coffee in the bottom of the coffee pot…empty is
how you have left my heart. Like gas gage of my car which flashes E for empty… empty is
how you have left my heart. Just like the last baby bird that left the nest…empty is how you
have left my heart. Just like the last loaf of bread on the grocery shelf… empty is how you
have left my heart. For just like the last Mohican that was left standing in the battle field
battered and beaten…Alone and mortally wounded is also my heart, on the day you left me
and drained the blood from my heart.
Categories:
mohican, lost love, love
Form: Light Verse