Child Rondeau Poems

No one will know how brightly she smiled
That it charmed her parents and beguiled
Those who loved her near home where she thrived
How she sang and...

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Floating above waves wept his child
Her arms flailing to sustain life
As fierce currents engulfed and smiled
Tormenting the souls fleeing strife

Frenzied escape from plunged nonlife
On that...

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Kneeling in prayer, I ask God for wisdom today;
Can you hear me God in your sanctuary way up high?
Yes, God knows my soul for...

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Bliss throb rising, our form enveloping
Unbound is joy, in dance of innocence 
Delighting benign currents cascading
Mindful cognisance of subtle nuance

Inner balance, invokes divine cadence
Nodes within...

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Looking inwards, in firm transformation
Simply, internalising attention
Moment to moment, all moments entwined
Dwelling in the here and now, as assigned
Being but God search prioritisation

Ego vaporised, mind...

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Santa Claus is not the Christ Child
Let’s be clear, not meek or mild.

Churches have to take back their worth.
Remind people of virgin’s birth
Stop Santa’s influence...

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No one to play with, what to do?
Shall I sit down to sulk and rue?
Shall I stand up and cry aloud?
Shall I go jogging midst...

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I am American as long as I have any choice
from the Mississippi to Illinois, I share my voice
an immigrant’s son, a mother’s child
from sea to...

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When heaven glows I see the sight
as twinkling stars light up the night
where in the dark the demons lurk
awaiting time to do their work
and every...

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What child is this, shy and polite,
who never likes to pick a fight,
who with a novel likes to be
alone and reading quietly
so very late into...

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Now I can see, many hard things
Just as I can hear the bells ring
I know God has heard me cry out
God has reached me all...

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Melody moves dainty feet bare
as zephyrs whiff her fragrant hair.
Prima girl dances on her toes
though she cries, nobody knows...
muse-ical notes float in the air.

Pepper and...

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When rainfall spills on crystal night, 
The damp brick halls and lamps' soft light
Make me slip-slide though I’m alone 
Into  the lanes of cobblestone,...

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In the corner he was sent
if there should be an “incident.”
A naughty child was he and so
to that same corner he would go,
then sit and...

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Since times of old, prophets did say
A savior, he will come someday.
His birth from danger they will hide
The will of God, they would abide
Their journey...

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