A tasteful spectacle
To the point
With vivid imagery I assure you
Which closed with a strange sadness
Leaving you happy in the stomach,
But distraught in the mind.
And alas
As the curtain fell
I clapped dearly in my heart
But all that was heard
Was my indifferent cough
Those who had laughed most enthusiastically,
Left the quickest,
And I,
Was now somewhat offended,
For crime had been committed against the arts,
I turned to my beloved cohorts to say,
“Did you like it?”

red glaucoma eyes
dry achy blurred cornea
seize a sunset drop

papal dewry palpable
a min lee bulb
vascular with pulp papal
cells a ray leash his lime hue

a garner
festoon of garland gathers
medals to he- a pole vault champion
basest to the earths sojourn

i was working in the corn tuffet
my slash almost thrust his ribbon rib
i must mend; cuddling him close
stroking his pouch
and his two radio signals, i whelp

i open my palms, he takes his freedom
this comes the time of true love

Was it a door that dissolved in front of me?
I felt the same as yesterday, yet a feeling of full
There in front of my senses I rode a rainbow
I was part of a rainbow, was this a dream

Feelings transformed into shades of colours
I was at peace there, no surprise just being
A voice came to my colours asking me to feel
“Feel with the mind a mixture of memory and now.”

Listen to the sound of rustling leaves,
the voice of the silent trees,
greeting Man and beasts
in each passing breeze.

At times a nudge of the wind
sheds a few leaves to earth,
scattering them with its whimsical flow
without decreasing their worth..

They will become one with the land,
nourishing it further through time
so that the life cycle will not end
the sacrifice continues for a new lifetime

Such is the way of Mother Nature
since the beginning of time...

Hey, welcome to the subway
I am the gatekeeper
You are going to need to swipe

Sorry, I will be right back
Sir, stop bending the metro card
You are hurting my friend
Oh, keep it up Sir
I really have all day

My job has perks
I am the entrance
To the underground
Wait, I will be right back

Sir, please don’t jump
The last genius
Received a summons

throng by the wayside moon
a faceless lotus plume
the dawn were his of a man
encountering the spirit ones indanthrene
match of masquerades recast
birthcry... concourses barefoot
unseen wind pluck by collage
sullen weary spider maze
snuff wizard to sprinkle
lyre of mangroove ceadars
in servitude picks graze
after bows blitz adulation
dais pierce light blade; bear fruit
to leafage-compass of how they yearn vigil

Racing home to beat the storm
from another sylvan scout
I'm headed where it's dry and warm
a refuge from tempests about.

Alas the rains catch up with me
and overwhelm the wiper blades.
The deluge makes it hard to see
as water pelts adjacent glades.

Lightning strobes its actinic way,
shaking my bones with its deep thunder
while gusts of wind make large trees sway.
I seek a shelter to park under.

IN a modern world …very few enjoy …much less read poetry
but I stand as the

Rock of Gibralta,

composing myself created imagination
in the form of poetic emotion
so many do read
one poetry or another
why bother

no dimes are needed
guys look for dames
and gals want to play games
some think they are the only ones in existence,
whilst they are nowhere
on my minds maps composition

The brook always speaks
It sounds like babble to ears
Doesn't speak to thee