Short Flints Poems

Eyeball to eyeball
two flints rub at twilight.
Inferno is lit in hearts....

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  Ancient arts so intriguing
    hieroglyphs, cave drawings

  Stone flints at end of spears
    two combined, a pair of shears

  Primitive though, their communication
    the imperiled art of ~ conversation
...

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Until the battle recedes 
no more 
and the earth has tilted 
beyond its axis,
when the wind 
gusts to appall 
as in ancient
history,
forgotten


I shall remember,


As a muniment 
of minutes
broke,
the sheath of silk 
covering my id,
unveiled the majesty 
and wonder, 
ambrosia
energy flowing 
in neon tubes


Revealed 
in the pain 
and suffering 
an atom of joy,


You...

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Mother could you please leave,
our moment glow is all but gone.
Like autumn's brittle gemstones
clinging to an icy-icy song.

Mother could you please leave. 
I mean you no harm or disrespect.
but fingering these old worn beads
has doomed faith to the bluest trench.

Mother could you please leave.
Before I join the flints of time and fate.   
A son's broken bow and listing heart 
is no place for his mother's grave...
Just leave!...

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After the heavy rain
And the outbreak of green
Came all in a magical train
Little beauties so keen
I wondered where they'd been

On beautiful blooms
They match out a strange beauty
They mate in petals' rooms
Frenzy flaps in unity
A colony of butterflies without enmity

Their wings, colourful witchcrafts
Sweetness of existence is fun
Create them a wonderful love drafts
Like flints, they sparkle in the sun
To keep some in a jar, I took a run....

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Slowly tenderly she mocks me with love,
Whispers to taunt and flirt, the crazy dove,
So handle the one you desire with kids glove;
Who knows what makes her glide in or shove.

Those locks bold and hidden torment her style,
Make her walk the extra snow covered mile,
Breathless she clings to the warmth, waits a while;
In delight with nature's naked beauty shine: 

Let me follow the footsteps she imprints,
Before the storms come and covers the flints....

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Until the battle recedes 
no more 
and the earth has tilted 
beyond its axis,
when the wind 
gusts to appall 
as in ancient
history,
forgotten


I shall remember,


As a muniment 
of minutes
broke,
the sheath of silk 
covering my id,
unveiled the majesty 
and wonder, 
ambrosia
energy flowing 
in neon tubes


Revealed 
in the pain 
and suffering 
an atom of joy,


You




For the Woman thats keeps me hopeful 
my other Ma
Anna Ruiz...

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