Cycling as usual,
Along the road
By the river bank
In the countryside.
Old songs of the birds.,
from the woods
at the river banks
Rarely heard today
And some not heard again.
Yet,new tunes heard,
As fresh melodies unfurl
From birds newly arrived.
Oh Love! Throb and thrill of my life
Why you desert me in my strife?
Why stay far, giving no delight?
Don't fade like a symphony sweet.
Won’t you come near and ease my pain
Can’t you see me in sorrows lain?
Be with me as my guiding sprite
Don't fade like a symphony sweet.
Help me set goals when I am dull
Hold hand when I'm about to fall
Infuse strength when I face defeat
Don't fade like a symphony sweet.
Make me happy when I’m in gloom
From silence, what should I assume?
Please don't be stubbornly quiet.
Don't fade like a symphony sweet.
Musical notes in sweet refrain
Sentimental rhythms soothe the soul
Nostalgic song in hearts remain
Musical notes in sweet refrain
Rhapsody of joy to attain
Sing along as the lyrics roll
Musical notes in sweet refrain
Sentimental rhythms soothe the soul
11-4-2024
Hokey-pokey
rhymes with Skokie
largest village in the land
New York's a city
'tis a pity
still inhabited by man
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Skokie, IL -- population ~ 75,000
Strolling down memory lane as a saxophone plays
a haunting melody, notes floating like ghostly dreams
as time meanders like a river through eternity
Love etches its way into the heart of eternity
With melodies of a violin, so bittersweet it plays
For sometimes it ends in broken hearts and dreams
Musical refrains take me farther into surreal dreams
As I try to decipher metaphors flowing into eternity
But the tune still echoes through my memory as it plays
Melodic memories plays into the rhythmic dreams of eternity
2-13-19
A Tritina For Messina Contest
Sponsor: Charles Messina
Dawn spills hues of honey-tangerine
and leaves its sweet dew on the rose,
Sunbeams sweeten the morning,
With warm caramel glows
A dulcet bird song floats
and sugar coats the breeze
awakening all the flowers
Which give nectar to the bees
I sip a cup of coffee
As a song my heart retains,
The morning is a melody,
That comes with sweet refrains.
- -
I open my book of memories
As I travel back in time
I see us embracing 'neath palm trees
Our hearts as one do chime
Dulcet refrains of the violin
The fragrant scent of the rose
Notes from the piano now join in
a melody only our hearts know
We stroll the beach 'neath starlit skies
and kiss in the glow of the moon
Our hearts aflutter like butterflies
Will dance to love's blissful tune
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1/22/17
(a poetry collection)
for The Beloved and in honor of Mevlana Jallaladin Rumi
~~~
Third Leaf: "Mavi" (Turkish for 'blue')
We love dreaming hallucinations
of ivory towers out of fear
of tumbling truly asleep into visions of
doghouses and nightmares of
Tinseltown-Princesses
falling in love with the dog in the backyard…
* * *
Alexander… they called him Great,
loved a beautiful soldier and a beautiful horse,
kissed one
and the riddle is: Did he kiss both?
which one first and with the most ardor?…
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… pulsing…
… our blood thick
with us together
oceans of each other
in the salted mist,
rapt, I hear your thunder and hiss
am at sea in your siren call
beckoning my shores
cleansed of all else…
… our anchor rocked
in the umbilical rhythm
washing through us
ceasingly pulsing…
* * *
… my vision of you blinded me
when you came to live
in the irises of my eyes…
… the ultimate,
marriage of illumination and lustrous darkness…
… perfection of vision – blind, yet
still seeing irises…
(a poetry collection)
for The Beloved and in honor of Mevlana Jallaladin Rumi
… the mind within mutely knows that much of love´s pain is not surrender, but self-infliction,
yet willingly surrenders to a blindfold worn above a knife thrust into the heart…
* * *
… in vain, we hope the wound will heal, though the wind will caress it during the magnificent
and cleansing terror of free-fall...
~~~~~~~
Loving you is my indulgence… please indulge yourself…
* * *
… intimacy flourishes at night because love walks the velvet-deep
of night-sky…… wrap it around you… intimately…
(a poetry collection)
for The Beloved and in honor of Mevlana Jallaladin Rumi
… you´ll find yourself through the agony of giving birth to your friend, brother and lover, the
same blood throbbing to the same pulses through the same veins from the same heart
making love to heart… … the unsolvable riddle of essence born and reborn in essence…
* * *
… we waited for centuries to share our toys, and now I always hold you carefully before me
while we are bareback on our horse carrying us back to the chamber of our Eternal Mother,
modest yet resplendent in her robe of the Ageless One…
* * *
… I honor you: You, prince of desert horses, the pristine promise of treasured rainbows in
your arching neck, the wind in your flowing mane, the cadences of your feet, dust rises
around you like a veil… the yawning of god in awakening lies beyond…
* * *
… the stain across the horizon is the birthing-blood of our brotherhood from a time beyond
all horizons, but not beyond our river flowing from heart to heart, where sunsets and
sunrises take their evening and morning baths…
(a poetry collection)
for The Beloved and in honor of Mevlana Jallaladin Rumi
… illusions don´t matter when you see the best of yourself reflected by the beloved in the
garden pool of your affection…
* * *
… your ocean reverberates in mine, the terror of darkness in its thunder, sunrise-surges in
its motion, and resonating to all, part of me bows like the willow, while another rises toward
the moon as powerful, but taller and straighter than poplars of the mountains…
~~~~~~~
We all are girls and boys in the sandbox… and the ocean beyond is our dream…
~~~~~~~
… like fox kittens tumbling about on the sunlit steps of home in forest glade and field, so
lovers test one another in hope of that childhood enduring like the sun…
(a poetry collection)
for The Beloved
and
in honor of Mevlana Jallaladin Rumi
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First Leaf: "Radiantly Dark"
I have wandered the moon-smitten byways of earth and not seen
a divinity as radiantly dark as your eyes, and knowing this I am
lost, not caring, for my mind is lost just as well…
* * *
… I won´t be found until the eclipse of divinity, and with an ache
marrow-deep of spirit confess that I don´t want to be…
* * *
… intoxication too often leaves one ravished: the bittersweet
aroma of longing ravaging me…
* * *
… dare to drain the wineglass of desire, then fling it and listen to
the piercing tinkle of breaking glass, an ominous sound, but
more pleasant than that of a breaking heart…
~~~~~~~
Whistle away your anger and leave your lungs empty for a new
gulp of air – born of yourself…
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