And you walked with me
in drear-nighted February
through the smell of petrol
in the farmer's yard.
Your song is a piece
of global clay
and clay grows wild
magnetic Gael roses.
The splendour of colour in this life
is as rare as holding a symphony
midst the siren's wail
and shockheaded metal violence.
Light of my eye
hazel and sallow flower
You were imprisoned by a bit part
in history--
granted a proletarian choice
by dawn gryphons--
denounced what you loved
with dignity.
Victims and riots
in so many parts--
Peace may yet be possible
in this moment,
as you lead me up the creaking stairs,
gently by the hand.
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past passions passed parting
present pains pleasured prolonging
love's longings lowered lingering
world's weight winded waiting
sadness's solo silenced singing
freedom forgotten feared freezing
brittle bones bruised breaking
taciturn tears tattered tumbling
mind's memory mangled melting
reason's remnants ruined remaining
kneels nobody nighted knowing
gutless ghosting gathered grimacing
careless cacophony caged constructing
mammon millions murdered meandering
demons divinity damaged dividing
hearts heads hooked hungering
chastised children chunked chasing
betrayed bought banned burying
jingo jeering jaded judging
kindness kisses kindled killing
quiescent quakes quieted quivering
vapid verses vanquished vaping
words' world wearied wounding
zealot xenophobe zeroed zooming
past passions passed parting
present pains pleasured prolonging
love's longings lowered lingering
world's weight winded waiting
sadness's solo silenced singing
freedom forgotten feared freezing
brittle bones bruised breaking
taciturn tears tattered tumbling
mind's memory mangled melting
reason's remnants ruined remaining
kneels nobody nighted knowing
gutless ghosting gathered grimacing
careless cacophony caged constructing
mammon millions murdered meandering
demons divinity damaged dividing
hearts heads hooked hungering
chastised children chunked chasing
betrayed bought banned burying
jingo jeering jaded judging
kindness kisses kindled killing
quiescent quakes quieted quivering
vapid verses vanquished vaping
words' world wearied wounding
zealot xenophobe zeroed zooming
There are many secrets tucked
Carefully away at the North Pole;
Santa hides them on purpose, so
You’ll never find them.
Things like the special camera
He uses to check on children, so he
Knows who’s been bad or good.
Then there’s the mind reading
Machine; he can use it to see what
You want; just in case you forgot to,
Write a letter or visit him at a mall.
I know, I’ve seen him going into his secret room to use them, when I vacationed there, one hot summer.
He keeps spare sleigh parts in a room
Under the ground, just Outside of his shop;
The only elf who knows about it,
Has been sworn to secrecy. He rarely has
To have any parts, over-nighted.
The last secret is very heavily guarded by his reindeer; so heavily guarded that, I couldn’t even bribe them to tell me what it is but, I think it has something to do with outer space. I did see a half-burned letter in his fireplace, from the Milky Way. (Is Santa an alien from some other planet?) Oh well, if he is then Aliens must be friendly because Santa is.
Lullaby 2
wind voices speak wild words
above an eider down of dreams
and nighted owl sleeps close to the trunk
when November rends our sky
rain changes from her silks
and whitened raiment wears
as winter casts its nets of frost
across the naked bowers
lighthouses; beam dreams asleep, awake, between
weighted muses surface from jade pool depths
breathe gasps of fresh love, beautiful, dark
what’s born of dark often comes to light
funnel cones shine on nighted ships
shore swept or safely harboring
flags parade by watch mills
free to wander streets
vie, fly then die
living poetry
burning
lights
Alone- wandering in Earth’s bowels-
Nighted caves heave and bellow
clammy, cold sighs.
Within their antediluvian cores-
I seek the Solace of Despair.
Murky phantoms enchant disturbed minds
Those raped of sustenance, deprived of care
Finger traces in silted thoughts-
Apparition of
corporal artifacts yet remain…
The wandering envelopes me…
O’ lover, my lover
caress me
Caves of loneliness-
Ceaselessly-
Coupling satiety.
Moldy boughs touching degenerately-
embrace me
For wicked abandon I yearn
Unrestrained anguish I’ve earned.
Clothed in robes of shining light,
That billow in the wind,
She flies across be-nighted skies,
From even to night's end.
Sometimes silver, blue or gold,
Sometimes rainbow hues,
Always glorious to see,
She leaves me so enthused.
Her hair a mane of silver,
Flowing wild about,
With streaks of gold and sparkles,
Surpasses without doubt,
All the beauties sung about,
Of goddesses of old.
She's Autumn's princess, Winter's queen,
Seen when the air grows cold.
Floating just below the clouds,
She sips from God's own chalice,
Crystal nectar, pure and sweet,
Aurora Borealis.
Insanity of the sane mind
A clarity of that which is bane to light
A broken mirror in the night where ravens take flight
A cloaked shadow over the moon's nighted sight
A shade within a shadow cowered as we plead
Who art thou which comes within our presence to feed
We twist and turn to catch the screams which breeds in surprise
We scatter in plight each with hopes of freedom in sunrise
Each scream rises to zenith then silence.
All that is left is my own,
My plight and fear of this very night
I feel its eyes as it bears down on me with relished delight
Feeding my fright with it's blighted light
All I feel is it eyes,
Watching me, its plaything
I have no where left, no light, no friends, no Family
I know it now there is no Light
I wait to see,
To take this killer to stop its glee from my fright
I wait and see
And wait
I hear a sound behind me and feel hands upon me
Then sit up in bed, wet and white with fright
Fingering my neck where it held me I see red water
And curse at my stupid cats......
When crashed to earth that mightful Oak
O'er that long. a'frighted night,
His tears did so high homage speak
As to slumber passed his Light...
Shoulders small, no more host to hands
Whose tender firmness helmed
Their little lad, and life, and joy
In eternal love enrealmed.
Trudged he stoic, that deserts waste
With heart beset and stormed,
His soul a stone-turned edifice
Then from parched dreams was formed
A kind but spectral silohette
Up from the nighted sands,
As boyish eyes enlivened gazed
Once more upon old hands...
They held a heart which yet did beat,
"For you, my bonnie Dan!
I'll love you from Forever, boy,
And in Love, live as a man..."
Ah, but dream, for now he wakes-
But so curious a thing!
For in his grasp there rests some sand
Which waking did not bring!
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