Rays of a warring star where the eclipse
Trying for his dune by the sands of the lighter eye
Kaleidoscope into which the opus
Right into night the stallions of colossal strike
And among the night lovers
Between the prismatic mare
A small trace to come to render
The array of less than fonder tears
For the belly of the sun is most in leisure
Where the velvet cast upturns the rain
Utmost to the lifting homage
The barring of the telling tie
Very close as comfort would hurry garnets in the snow
A feline so mystique where dreams collide with night
So nature along all boughs of love
For smitten in the shadows of the day
a perfect moment
It was magic
I cannot stop dreaming
a beauty of a night
that must never stop
through warm darkness we rode
white stallions
had gilded wings
weightless harmony
We shall forever
remember
When dreams were real
with hearts of love
He treats your daughter mean, Lord, I can't be thankful.
For the misery he's caused, my heart feels so dreadful.
Because Daddy, he treats your daughter mean.
I ain't ever seen the sunshine in my dreams.
But the Lord knows I have got this gun, and a battle hymn to hum.
My boots are tied up tight, but my resolve gets tangled at night.
When I hear him call my name, it’s the only time he's tame.
Lord knows my love isn’t sane.
Heaven, I know, I ain't even trying to get through your door.
Send me a semaphore, I'll show him what all the crying's for
Black eyes and calloused hands, trade them for brass horns, and battalions
Banners and stallions, ticker tape parades and grand excursions
Lord, I'll leave him behind, for a diamond built under pressure.
A steam release valve, and a generator of pleasure
Because Daddy, he treats your daughter mean.
Set me right, help my sight, rose tinted and tainted, frosted, and blanketed.
Set me right, oh Lord, I ain't got much fight.
Broken hands and a rejected heart, Lord above, send me a restart.
A preacher in the night, full of sonnets and song
Upon witnessing the abrupt sunbeams
Waves anew in the two ancient ponds
Bears and stallions from the black frame
The major sixth chord in the piano
______________________
September 10, 2025
My Bicycle of Imagination
The day and I are hand in hand,
brimming with a zippety-whippity-do.
I sit atop my saddle, my bicycle, my hill;
the morning mist is ragged like candy floss
on barbed wire, waggled fences.
Below a liquorice-tarmacked road
elbows through a mosaicked landscape;
churned fields sitting either side,
serrated into channels of earth;
suited and rooted in browned corduroy.
Then further on and along,
the sky sits sedately on the sea,
resting on a blue, rippled settee,
just out of close reach
of a mustard scarf of a beach.
Clouds rear - wild, white stallions;
they settle, then away at a gallop,
racing, chasing the prize in
the finishing line, the horizon.
Watch out, speedy swallow,
now, it’s my time to follow!!
I sense my bicycle’s stalled frustration,
so my body engine sets it free;
muscles tighten, pedals spin,
it’s time to fly, time to check in.
Off we go…wind pushing at my heels,
sunlight splashing off the wheels
down I swoop, a dance of balance;
the bike glides, the road slides.
Watch me come, watch me go
connecting, perfecting with nature’s flow;
sky, land and sea…………WEEEEEEEEEEE!
Do you remember,
The grand horse carousel?
Pirouetting upon their endless meridian,
O! How they dance delightfully, with out care.
I know you remember!
But all this poor old man can recall,
Are the coins infiltrating,
Pushed by small finger, and joyous smiles.
Then the lights overhead,
Followed by the grand gallop chomatique!
How I remember?
These stallions, they dance for wealth,
For life,
For aspiration,
For pride.
But eventually like all good show-men,
They break a leg, and collapse,
And soon the money cascades too.
Do you remember,
The last time a horse cried?
In the shallows of junkyard avenue
Where fiery-red stallions are mounted by devils
And desolation is your last cigarette
I staggered from the weight of her kiss
As distant cannons sounded
And angels sought shelter
Fear is often the lonesome traveler
And I drank from her cup, hungrily, thirsty
She was my sustenance, my manna from heaven
And I courted her with both wine and sweet song
I lived in her dead embrace
And never tired of her hot breath on my flesh
A man can bookmark his soul with a thousand
wounds
Yet never own a dream
I left her a rose and words that I can no longer
remember
In the hidden places; on the darkest of nights
She whispers still
After ten years of marriage, he cast me aside,
For a younger woman with bounce in her stride.
He said he loved her, and she made him feel young.
Then he said I was dated and too overstrung.
So, I looked in my mirror to see what he saw
And saw an old woman whose emotions were raw.
Age took its toll and wrinkles don’t lie,
What I saw in my mirror made my soul cry.
By chance, two years later, we met on the street.
He seemed evasive, and our eyes did not meet.
But I just kept on looking to learn how he fared.
(I still had fond memories of the decades we shared.)
“Can we talk?” I said, when our eyes finally met.
“I hope you’re now happy and have no regrets.”
He thought for a moment, then looked far away,
I could tell from that look he had nothing to say.
Grasses are seductive on the wild side of fences,
And failed relationships lack recompenses.
Old stallions think wild grasses taste best,
But they often find them hard to digest.
Dimpled dents, not potholes I love,
Fair unfair both, all doles I love.
With most voted horses on sale,
Steeds, stallions, colts and foals I love.
Popular may be peoples’ rule,
Ought such recurrent polls I love?
If scored with the fair ends and aims,
All penalty scored goals I love.
Should they turn to diamond one day,
Carbons of all the coals I love.
________________________
Ghazal |27.09.2024|love
Memory of Muriel
When the big wave crashed ashore
on the rocky side of the bay, seven white stallions, silky manes flying, galloped ashore to seek freedom in the green winter valley.
The old man's sons helped their father to swim
and he was glad
Coming home, he called his wife Muriel and told her he had been swimming with his son.
The sons were worried their mother had been dead for many years
In the valley of greenness, the stallions see
the grass turned pale
longed for the freedom of the open sea.
When a summer storm came, the stallions galloped back to the shore to join mighty swells
on the back of a horse, an old man rode
finally, he was going to meet his wife Muriel.
I face a big dilemma,
Is active life better than retired?
In active life, social ties thrive,
Conversations flow, stirring hearts and minds,
In retired life, tranquility retreats,
Fewer interactions, cherished with ease.
Active sports push boundaries, energy like a fiery spell,
Retired sports are leisurely, golf swings, fishing trips,
Time slows down, stress finds its resting place,
Both paths offer joy and grace.
Thoughts gallop like wild stallions, ideas and dreams to find,
Active minds, ever seeking, intellect unleashed.
Thoughts perch like wise owls, memories dance in peace,
Retired minds, wisdom shared with humble grace.
Active and retired, balance in life.
Live the active present, welcome the retired furure.
The thick forest's hill with wild flowers
rolls through perfumed daises meadows,
that are a haven to lovely hummingbirds:
among thick trees there no waterfowls!
These colorful birds avoid eerie darkness,
they wake up at the appearance of light;
they can't wait to dominate those vast vallies:
hear their shrill as they start their daily flight!
We all think that the above shies are peaceful,
even birds fight for supremacy as humans do;
I grumble at such cruelty feeling unwonderful:
we admire space but ignoring God is a taboo!
The brown and white stallions gallop slowly,
it's not a battleground where they can neigh;
they follow the horse trail breathing serenely:
and while ballistic missiles blast, I smell death!
O Spring season of love for every plant and beast,
from early March till later May the charming guest would feast.
In mother nature you’ll see the signs of all Divine designs. You will see the beauty on every face including yours and mine.
Daffodils will sway in open fields and lands that have declined. Flowers shall blossom and roses will bloom on every stem and spine.
Stallions will tease and gallop away in single pairs and lines. Even the birds their mates would mock before they do combine.
You’ll spot the fish of every hue in every pond or lake,
but monkeys would scream and run away from every coily snake.
The crocks would stretch on river banks in search of warmth and shine,
even the bears will lazily rest under the shady pine.
lovebirds will flirt and build a nest on every woken tree, music would play and bells would ring in all the lands and sea.
When young are born or even hatch they’ll match the colours of spring,
parents would feed and nurse away as the young will proudly sing.
Saleh Ben Saleh
Sunlight spills on sprightly steeds,
Spring's sweet song stirs sleeping seeds.
Spirited stallions, sleek and swift,
Sashaying through the springtime mist.
Silken shadows shift and sway,
In the serene, splendid break of day.
Three thoroughbreds rambunctiously thrive,
Their thunderous thumps come alive.
Pastures painted in subtle shades of green,
Outstretched playground, pure and pristine.
Playful prancing, powerful paces,
Pleasure painted on their faces.
Celebrating, chasing, carefree,
Cascading manes, wild and free.
In the cozy, comforting light,
Spring's splendor shines so bright.
Frolicking freely, feeling fine,
For this trine, dazzling day so divine.
Eternal energy, ever so spry,
Beneath the vast, vibrant sky.
Near Living Waters a bond is Forged
Gilded Hooves and Wings and Swords,
Feathers of Fire and Light Scintillate Ablaze
I Saddle Up and Ride the High Heavens Way,
Flailing Beams of Radiance, Zion Bound
Upright for the Glory, Upright for the Crown
One with the Bond comes Forth the Golden Man
ARCHETYPE LEGENDARY!!! Swinging Steel like Conan,
Galloping High North propelled by the Wind Force
Solar luminous, Marching Knightly up the High Roads
Divine is the Essence, Blazing Stallions like Bellerophon
Through the Eternal Springs of Life and Beyond,
Sprung Forth by The Calling I'm a Wild Soul
Heroic Sown, Bold, and Sun Born
Gleaming Palladium Shaffron, Cruppers and Crinets
I Ride with PEGASUS, The Greater Self
One by the Lightning, One with the Thunder
Full Speed Ever-Upward, Ever-Onward
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