Dreams in bottles
and maps on walls,
fairy tales told
of knights so tall.

Dragons and maidens
battle in flaming towers,
as unicorns jump
over plants and flowers.

Elves and dwarves
dwell in a hole,
a witch who steals
your heart and soul.

Griffins soaring
high on the clouds,
wraths who scream
ever so loud.

Shadows whose form
shift in the night,
screams that shiver
to bring on fright.

NO ROOM AT THE INN

It's not fun when you're seventy-one
and suddenly your body gives way
to your DNA

grandfather to mother
mother to son.
There is no sense in fighting
when there is no winning
and cold hearts turn away.
It's done.

The door is closed.
The lights are out.
Yet I hear someone
moving about,

What would mamma say.....

wry bred
a porous sky
beneath an arc
of arm

sweet upon
the spread
like sunshine
on golden
intentions

like winter lending
fortunes clouds
to scape away
the plans
of whims and
ends

and nocturnal
blessed eyes
filled with skies

like points
of ponderance
in a haste
crush rush
behind the veil
of conciousness

and the birds
wait
on the lawn
forgotten
with the crusts

Blinding visions spring
Shattering dew drops spread light
Damp dust on grasses

"Haiku"

The blue bells did ring
The white bells swayed aloof
My lavender soon

"Senyru"

Many bad pains felt
A bonding that makes you cry
Tiny hands reach out

"Senyru"

Love on empty ears
Failed feelings gone, are wasted
No more can I give

"Senyru"

Fat feeder eats much
Cholesterol clogs old veins
Sharp pain felt in chest

"Senyru"

The stars no longer shine.
The moon has lost it's glow
No where can I find

The light that I have known
Ebb and flow, ebb and flow
Days to night, roses to thorns

Never changes, ever changing
Awaiting first shards of shadows
Dark comes the night

How many dreams
before again twilight

OKAY I accept your challenge
next one will be on a house wife ...
one who is nagging, 55,
most of the while...

your tummy is so big
tis like you were ninth month in
your beard so grown
your shave a rascalian
gosh smelling foul teeth
use some sweetened toothpaste
wow your nose you pick
like a chameleon

what errors did I make
when I gave unto you,
youthful mistake
all gals make

A quick note in the morning
“I love you”
Last night's ice-creamy kiss
on my mind

'Spicy chips in my lunch-bag'

Coffee, doughnut and smiles
quiet book and radio
Cocooned in limbo alone
passing tires muted

'Orders from headquarters'

Yellow life-boats for mom
hurried working-man
Traffic-gods against us all
beep, beep, beep

“Good morning, have a nice day”

There are so few reasons for war
and so many against.

Among the latter, I'd like to underline
the loss of countless limbs.

Bravely, the maimed do wheelchair sports
or go on adventurous treks,
but leaders never say sorry
for having created this mess.

They are buried away, far away.
The tempest lights the skies above me
Clouds twisting,
as they bellow hurricane winds
The momentary still of the sea
before it trembles at the roar of the maelstrom.
I glide through the water with purpose,
chased down by memories,
Burning emotions that hunt my conscious mind
like ravenous hounds…
My foot sinks into the snow.
The distant sniping of teeth carries in the blizzard
Wind and icy snow break on my face like needles
as I gaze at the last sunset.

sold as a sexton crusader
chute at every altars boyhood
our commandants indulge us
a service gun, Himalayan ghats
flay pecker banquet whistling
from the roof vultures drone Parsee's

camaraderie limp fire consternation lack
limb our one true trade union
like cotton of sunset steep
steed protagonist we supper at our-selves
ebb verve sporadic aimed at random