Short Xvi Poems
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a young man reaches for green tea
with lemon
but the shelf is empty and he sighs
it’s the tiny deaths in life
that prepare you for the big one
The beat that composes
Summer’s zealous speech
Employed my bones with jubilees
A quaint taste laced
with pornographic oaths
Of which I abstain from forsaking
As in her caress I descend
Leonardo di ser Piero painted with such flair
especially 'The Lady with Dishevelled Hair'
This head of a woman(la scapigliata )to be sure
with captivating beauty& a mysterious demeanor
He's messed up the whole earth's morale
Donald's not a traveler's pal
Because he's a thug
We must yank out his plug
As Kubrick directed for HAL
Author's note: Last line is a reference to "2001 A Space Odyssey." Quite like what happened to the HAL 9000 computer in the film, we certainly think there is something wrong with the brain of our master.
The morning eye do I love
it see a new day untouched
a breath of sight so grand
a peace-inner speak-eye
tussle the bed sheet, a flag
that Nation for the sleeper
my Anthem made of murmur
whisper-speak my tender love
and each morning i awaken
do i see my Nation next to me
that Anthem her name and lips
and her voice angelic bliss.
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XVI.
They spoke kindly those.
They reveled fondly of theirs
Of tender times reminisced.
Journeys made in fellowship.
Deeds for the sake of deeds.
Forgiven solely to forgive.
They broke bread partook of salt and imbibed wine.
None can speak ill of such charity.
Of this a query arose.
Thine was not of those.
© veritatem voluntatem 2015?
Innocent weavers
Sat still mourning –
The siren heralded
At midnight
The emergency swords in the rafter
Like a lone early morning cock.
The forest was a terror spot
Helter-skelter in blood-discolouration
Marking a nest of the free?
Terror & anger clashed
Again & again
In man rearing the seeds of the night:
Shrewd pebbles of inviolable intents
And mutilated feathers in a battered nest!
In those sweet voices,
Traces of euphoria and poisons,
Pour out in waves,
Entering canals
Sound becomes delicacy,
The body Enraptured
—Horripilation—
Titillating the flesh
Instruments smite the still air—
Smokes and oxygen
Are not the only source of breath—
My tears form in perspired release
Those bumps spreading,
In the strangest of places,
Through the doors. . .
Through the windows. . .
2.16.20
Sir – dearest Vicar,
Tho’ you failed to tell
Those that faces in that dark night,
The gods had called the birds
Fresh from the forced excursions!
Sir – dearest V.C.,
Now, this is another false re-approach:
Demanding cowries from the birds
For the corns they ate not!
Why are the initial clouds being moved again?
Sir – dearest Vicar,
Free all the caged representors
– We need peace in the communal nest! –
Thanks: yours freed representor.
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