Rose Sestina Poems

God the Father sent His Son, through whom we are forgiven.
Yet man, preferring darkness chose
To shun the light and from His glory driven.
Oh the crimson...

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Two hearts beat as one,
Joined in love's sweet embrace,
Together they stand,
In this holy, sacred place.

The bride, radiant in her beauty and grace,
The groom, handsome and...

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Light the candles, or nevermind!
Burn the witch! Watch him go up in fire!
And now for something completely different...
I used to rule the world, seas rose...

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Moonlight Colour

On this night, there was a girl.
She shuffles along a path of stone.
Along the trail where shadows dance,
moonlight is the only colour.
In the dark,...

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TALL TOWERS AND DEEP WELLS

My love, come and feast on my two round mountains
whose perky tops are as dark as red roses,	
and that are as...

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Thall shall not condemn the sin
In which he has lived in
Burning buildings always collapse
Like a thorn on a rose
Walking on shattered glass
Taking in your last...

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The lost little Angel was fell into the urban slums
Walking aimlessly with nothing but her broken wings
Blossom into granules of dusts, intangible as a vagabond

Her...

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Words on a page, sounds, Mother's calling
soft tones rose from leather tomes sweetly,
through rouged lips they tumble with love.
Lullabies call through the coldest of nights
as...

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Like East and West you rose when I fell,
was that all we ever were?
Two poles that tried our best to,
with smiles like puddles, fit together...

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LOVE  LESSON


I give my  lesson for their son.
Room plain, cracked, greyed -
Rubbed away - curtains frayed.  
Good  furnishing  - ...

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Here in the heavy depths of insolent woes,
We gesture and talk and waste our time,
Staking claim to each minute of our earthly life,
Running the hours...

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Alone, there I stood by the bench in the park.
On a leash by my side, my protective young hound.
In the distance I heard the echo...

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The TV showed a tyrant tumbling towards our house.
I was weary and wanted to leave before it hit, but
My mom was too weak and too...

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As the first red rose blooms
The first bloom of summer__see
It reminds me of you dear
For I know how much you
Love roses especially those of red
I...

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Where's that ancient land where civilization began?
There...this disconsolate poet was born:
to tell whatever wasn't told on his return,
and to choose his tomb under the shade...

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