Overspending the bulk
of my temporal capital
Hourly deficits climb
and pile into notes
Debts I’ll never repay
stored in vaults I can’t find
Words lying uncashed,
as I write overdrawn
Pledging to go back
and re-sign what’s untendered
I’m unforgiven—overdue,
my fate unsecured
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Categories:
untendered, conflict,
Form: Free verse
Blindly spending the
bulk
Of my temporal
capital
Hourly deficits
started to climb
And piled into
notes
I will never
repay
Stored in vaults
that I’ll never find
Words lay
uncashed
As I waste even
more
In my attempt to go
back and re-sign
All those debts
left untendered
Never forgiven
now due
That fate
has secured
—and defined
(Villanova Pennsylvania: April, 2015)
Categories:
untendered, fate, time,
Form: Rhyme
This last ride almost over,
the train coming to a stop
The mighty engine slowing down,
my ticket punched and clocked
With words I left untendered,
in towns along the tracks
My thoughts there drift upon the wind,
my legacy attached
This journey seemed redundant,
the scenery looked the same
But voices never heard before,
cry out and call my name
The conductor gives fair warning,
his face I know so well
“A turnout waits, the tracks will switch,
to heaven—or to hell”
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2017)
Categories:
untendered, death,
Form: Rhyme
How good to be in a
countryside,
Where there is full of
laughter;
Chirping birds,folklore
stories,
Where there is freshness
in
the soil;
Tall trees magnificiently
grown,
Untendered
flowers blooming wildly.
Ways
are narrow,pitchy path,
Yet give an exquisite
pictureque;
Mountains and vales
with misty clouds,
Carried away by the azure
sky;
Where your mind gives
room,
For peace and freedom of
thought.
How good to be in a
countryside,
Where evening never
passes
without gatherings;
Where you can hear
sopranos,
Never makes you feel
tiresome;
With same enthusiasm
you
open your eyes,
For another cheerful
day
Categories:
untendered, nature
Form: Prose Poetry