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When at dawn I find three stones at my
Doorstep, I smile at dawn
Prayers, in haste, come to my lips
My eyes rove wantonly and behold a
Poet caressing a naked virgin.

When at dawn I find three stones at my
Doorstep, messages rustle to my ears
I prepare a costly repast for a palmist
My smile is faint.
I am from Caesar’s age, believing my wife’s
Dreams and not her nightmares
I am African, black as soot, and revering
Soot’s commands with it.

When at dawn I hear my dog sneeze
I smile at dawn who had brought forth
The three stones which my dog in three
Sneezes wets.
I nod. My dog winks.
We await messages from the stones.

Too much is enough

Too much of your love is enough,
For my soul to breathe pure and clear.
Let your kiss not fall on my cuff,
But on my cheeks to dry each tear.

Give me your heart beyond measure,
And drown me deep in its vastness.
Let me swim in its true treasure,
For my limbs are weak in fastness.

Too much of your care can't be bad,
The more your love, the more the joy.
None drinks your love and still feels sad,
Since the love you give never cloy.

Let me soar on the waves of love,
That my mind may cease to worry,
And still its aimless, restless rove—
True love needs not rush or hurry.

Immigrant Song

So you can define a tree 
From a forest if its near
But I cannot make you see
And my words you cannot hear
You destroyed a lilac grove
You’re a beast with no remorse
I don’t share your need to rove
You’re the effect with no cause
Now the Earth is yours forever
Make it flat, cut off the trees
Get your desert back, whatever
It may cost - I pay for this
Doc Tarr and Professor Feather
Offer jobs for naughty boys
Others can enjoy the weather
They may take it as their choice.

Hypnotic verse

There's no horizon left,
I was awake and slept.—
Moon was aligned with 
Stars and my own myth.

Night reveals the intense love,
Which were kept hidden in light.—
Dreams felt like a curse,
Turns to a hypnotic verse:

"Flow of flowers from fay,
Pink red leaves and a rose,
Brown iris like branches,
Cry and rare crystal flow.—

Die while picturing the dreams,
Early mornings are not mine. 
Shine like a bright silver moon,
My heart feels like dying soon.—

Rusty ruby rose my love,
Snowy lily hope my dove.—
To wait at one is my rove,
Coral echoes in my trove."

Gain And See

love rove
hove move
lore door

Thieves of the Heart

One takes what does not belong 
In depths of darkness, moonlight night 
Daylight's ruins, breathless soul it feeds 
Our demeanor broken beneath the flesh 
Heart broken, emotion of evil devour 
Hurt tortures as if death appeared 
Stolen, denied life's promised ambition 
They rove, benign behind the face 
Thieves of the heart, robbed life's expectations 

Our soul torn, prod like a dead animal 
Killed senselessly, even words cut a rip 
To satisfy their own needs, thieves of the heart 
At the hands of greed, selfishness of desire 
Like a ghostly wind, a whisk and gone 
What is it we believe, life or death we follow 
Graves dug everyday, even ourselves a wall 
No man kill the bee, they just want the honey 

In us we live without remorse to consequences 
Always taken granted, we destroy all we live 
Human sacrifice or Earth's expense the price 
Thieves of the heart, denial to God's creation 
Mortality of mankind questioned morals 
Or their own doing to devastation of death 
Two thieves hung but only one went to heaven 
Be it choice, what life you lead to another 
That you even steal from yourself lifeless soul 
But another, you make them a thief of the heart

For money or love

Fare thee ill my lovely
Fair though thou art and lively
Far from home dost thou now live
For my love not a toss dost thou give
Fired with desire  abroad to rove
First thought in thy  heart a rich treasure trove
Thirst for a passion fitting like a glove
Fond art thou so of mean lucre love

Haunted Woods

Dare not rove in the woods on Halloween 
There are witches there who are best not seen
They tempt one with brew that resembles stew
Truth is what goes in the brew’s not for you.

They put in chewed bones from fingers and toes
What they consider gravy, no one knows
Avoid the brew or you'll blow up and bust 
Ending up becoming a cloud of dust.

Stay alert for ghosts and ghouls, one must do
They're out to frighten the life out of you
Never accept a trick or treat from them
A trick is a prick from a toxic pen.

A treat is a sweet one should not dare eat
They are made from remains of frogs webbed feet
One would then croak and jump for evermore
Take this advice, stay behind your locked door.

Time and Tide

In time shadows in an old windy shed
  are names of sojourners who've passed this way;
now my wandering boot does older tread
  where I passed on a long forgotten day.
I see their faces on wall and jetty
  drinking beer, watching the wind and tide turn,
where on horizon across a dark sea
  aerodrome Air Squadron lights brightly burn.
Into its riptides we dived bombed its depths
  where over the skyhawk war birds had flown,
and from its pull clung to those ocean steps
  in the big drag of clays, sand and mudstone.
Now time and tide fade on this hidden cove
where beneath the waves the taniwha rove.


           Written: December 1991


*taniwha in Maori folklore are sea creatures 
  depicted as serpents or dragons with fiery eyes.
  On occasion I saw a few people swimming 
  there that fit that description but no serpents.

*Skyhawks were RNZAF combat fighter jets.

Broken Promises

Where did it go wrong?
We made a lot of sweet promises
Weak foundation, broken soul
Endless days of torture and snoring
Now, my life is falling

The day you left I died
Vultures are still feasting on my body
We parted on a golden dawn
What a cruel world we live
I tried but her past couldn’t let her be

Why did this happen to us?
Her face was like the bopping sun
Her smiles were rosy as rosy roses
Never knew her heart was full
Of darkness and tears

Now, there are two people alone 
Every day, I rove alone like a homeless dog
I am a stranger in my body, walking 
Down a silent, ridiculing street
Broken memories

Living in the past can be very catastrophic
Our love has jumped off the cliff
Days of cold, shivering chimes
I wish she could have trusted me more
But her past killed her before we met

With Habakkuk Kargbo (Rabbi)
©?Poem Makers SL (29/03/24)

regal robins

rose robin reaches
royal rippling rush rivers 
returning rove rain

March 12th 2024

between nature's zones

scotching sun I've seen
to concerts of birds, I've been
between nature's zones
seen seedlings slowly mature.
seen too moons and stars in lure
between nature's zones

season's weather beat
fog, dewdrops, showers, and heat
between nature's zones
I've seen, like guests, come and go.
at random, their fashions show
between nature's zones

chants of gravediggers
trumpet of the god of death
between nature's zones
as though an adieu, I hear
and start my rove with no fear.
between nature's zones

The Visit Home

There's wood for chopping stacked up near the door
to fuel warm fires in the kitchen stove
which Papa proudly bought when I was four,
long time before I left this house to rove.

A puppy lies contented on the rug.
He's bigger than the one I'd called my own,
that pet I'd named for what he was, my Pug,
who cheered me up when I was all alone.

Whenever Mama cleaned, she shooed us out,
and off we'd run down to the swimming hole.
Now Papa's dead and Mama's got the gout.
I rise to go outside and take a stroll.

I bid farewell to summers gone for good;
before I leave again . . . I'll chop that wood.

Jaw Harp

beyond the cartoon spring in Scooby Doo
like a stag on a mountain’s rippled rove
a dimensional wormhole letting feelings through
bringing words of secrets, a couple’s love
an instrument whose song comes from within
a pluck, the kiss upon the lips
my meditation, a distant lawn mowing
bring me syllables served in porcelain cups
and the shaman knew its cosmic worth
a healing voice like a Tuvan’s throat
deep flames that crackle in the hearth
or further down to magma’s note
the twang, its cry articulates
with the warming drizzle of chocolate

I Care I Search

In the depths of night, shadows take their flight, 
I care, I search, for the stars' elusive light. 
Amongst the cosmos vast, a quest to know, 
A yearning heart, an endless journey to sow.

In the realm of knowledge, I seek the keys,
Unlocking secrets, setting my spirit at ease. 
With every book's page turned, a world unfurled, 
I care, I search, for wisdom in this changing world.

Through valleys of uncertainty, I wander and rove,
Seeking truth in whispers, in every ode. 
For the whispers in the ancient trees, 
I care, I search for the answers carried on the breeze.

In the eyes of strangers, stories are told, 
Silent cries, hidden dreams that unfold. 
For the hearts that silently ache, 
I care, I search for the solace that love can make.

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