Short Ingots Poems

I believe in love
Steel ingots, chains of heart
Never let them break...

Read More

I inhabit a sacred expanse,
Lined with the finest ingots of light

As heaves from this bosom
Climb on a mantra's trail of love

So quiet, I meet my god self.


...

Read More

Character shall make thee
Destiny embraces me
You feel like ingots of gold
The Olympic torch to hold
You are like a strong sea wind
The heart of a lion dwells within
You build great character and spirit in men
A symphony of heroes, they know how to win
The opportunity to cast thy nets, and capture the wind...

Read More

Ornaments of alabaster

Silver and golden ingots

Ruby, emerald, and diamond rings

Are oh such lovely trinkets

Many maidens they adorn

Behold their lavish luster

See them sparkle in the light

And the envy that they muster

With no mystery we covet

With no price too high to pay

The history of their grandeur

Are still cherished to this day...

Read More

The charlatans bankrupted
his checking account,
but his love was not overdrawn

Each check that he wrote,
each choice that he made,
trading ingots for righting a wrong

With credit denied
and spirit affirmed,
he continued to endorse what was real

Until bankers and lawyers
destroyed with one stroke,
his wishes—their power to steal

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)...

Read More

Humanity bankrupted 
  his checking account,
  but his love was not overdrawn

Each check that he wrote, 
  each choice that he made,
  trading ingots for righting a wrong

With credit denied, 
  and spirit affirmed,
  he continued to endorse what was real

Until bankers and lawyers 
  destroyed with one stroke,
  his wishes—their power to steal

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2017)...

Read More

Raging flashes
time on fire
seconds flaming 
moments pyre

Burning scepters
light betrays
torches fury
embers pray

Blind inception
blistered tongues
motion melting
boiled young

Bars of silver
chains of gold
locks of platinum
ingots stole

30 pieces
forged in lies
minted falsehoods
struck alive

Nights of crimson
skies of red
life has moltened
—ashes dead

(Dreamsleep: May, 2022)...

Read More

Evening sets with self-delusion
stirring the synapses
with a steaming 
cup of coffee.
A dimly lit oil lamp
shrouded in Saffron 
casts the room in an amber hue
where words meld like gold 
onto the page
		in an alchemic blaze.

Morning rises, dispelling dreams
out of every fold of darkness
to a sterile whiteness
that turning back 
such ingots
into leaden blocks of stone
I wake, both bleary eyed 
and blood shot, into this failed, 
pale bleak
		truth of morning

John Tansey...

Read More