Svengali Poems

In Simple words
The devil has no horns
She wears smaug balm, Oh, Lord of the Rings 
She sleeps in El Dorado Street, the Hotels of Svengali
She lives on Babbit lane, and reads Currer Bell
She loves Billy Joel, “we didn’t start the...Read More

Scams and leads the benighted astray; then lifts his

Veil to reveal a cruel face and the blackest of hearts;

Entrapping lost souls in his clutches like a demon, so...

Never fall under his spell, or stay trapped. Run like hell!

Go confidently with...Read More

Monomaniacal Mist

I am the finite of the infinite for the shadows bleed my presence
My habitual hunger is imminent and toxicant time is of the essence
Like the serpent swallowing sorrows slithering to sanitize your soul
In view of marauding morrows whispering winds...Read More

    THE LAST BOOK OF REBECCA
There did come out from the land of in between,
where no mind has ever been before,
the spirit of the space,
and it did say unto Rebecca
I have come to give you love and...Read More

My acquaintance with poetry in general and the simplistic literary brilliance of Robert Frost in particular, came at a relatively early age. My mother would ambivalently imply that I was too young to remember, however an acute preservation of innocence...Read More

In the waiting room, the plant
Sat near the windowsill.
Purple leaves were nodding
Like they had their own free will.

Their skinny stems supported
What were leaves split up in threes;
All were dancing to the music
From the radiator breeze.

Outside the sun was shining
Though the...Read More

The svengali of American art
His teaching gave so many a start
'Harmony & balance' his famed word-play
'Filling space in a beautiful way'
In Georgia's heart,his words did stay

Tribute To Arthur Wesley Dow (1857-1922) Teacher & artist

http://www.artnet.com/Galleries/Artists_detail.asp?gid=529&aid=5407  Marsh Creek
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