Once you have slept with the guitar,
Concentrating so to give her pleasure,
You apply your purity of arpeggio
Into her heart, that of gypsy and fugue;
She is a witch who will never be satisfied!

Her voice is from the throat of trees,
Vibrating wings of hummingbird
In tones that linger like a touch
From the memory of skin; her mouth
Round with rosette like a solar eclipse
Her body with the waist of an hourglass...

PABLO NERUDA CHILEAN
ROBERT FROST ROAD NOT TAKEN USA
TS ELIOT USA (TURNED BRITISH)
SHAKESPEARE STRADFORD ON AVON UK
GHALIB (URDU) INDIAN
OMAR KHAYYAM (URDU) PERSIAN

My heart pierces me
again and again
When will you
O poet compose
like these poets
who have gone with the wind
the bell has tolled for them
but in everlasting time
does memory,
their memory remain ingrained

REDEMPTIO

The devil plays his seduction
and with savage fury rips into my soul.
I wait for the Messenger
hovering
in shadows dark and cold;
my body begins to whither.
my heart is sick with fearful imaginations
and flaming arrows destroy
all hopes of redemption.

Into the season of need.

"Shortest day, longest night"

Leaves that scamper down streets,
to the bluff and blow of wind
Skipping like children after cars
and drily scraping out songs, sing

In the note of mid-winter, where my
city brings all clatter and all clutter
That once was green, clinging to sky,
but you, in your dry, brought all to litter

..

Only thing to fear
Is the truth debased by smear
Any time we hear

My first lesson was years ago
while camping on a mountain river
some biker types with lights aglow
made the peaceful valley shiver.

One came back in a short while
in a station wagon lying dead.
An old white guy didn't like his style
and filled him full of lead.

These old white guys have few years left
and there's no way to really tell
if they've been to war and their foes cleft
while sending enemies to hell.

I see them around negatively gross
They pretend to be carrying our cross
All applauds them for fetching us loss
And continuously acquiring wealth being a boss
The parody of our law heralds

They often fight to finish
Not minding the soul that perish
Their communities cry in anguish
Yet putting out treatments very brutish

Policies to our favour they waylay
Laws to their advantage they relay
Coming together at all times to display
Drama acted to us they replay

whispers
a rain drop
quietness
seclusion
look inside we have nothing to hide
a premonition
seclusion

the woods
through the forest we see a glimmer of light
the absence of the good brings on the bad
Surrender to the force
quick conclusions will often lead the best of us astray,
the wisest move in life is but to wait
otherwise our galloping emotions run away,
like horses at the gate
spirituality
alone

INNOCENCE

PABLO NERUDA CHILEAN
ROBERT FROST ROAD NOT TAKEN USA
TS ELIOT USA (TURNED BRITISH)
SHAKESPEARE STRADFORD ON AVON UK
GHALIB INDIAN (URDU)
OMAR KHAYYAM PERSIAN (URDU)

My heart pierces me
again and again
When will you
O poet compose
like these poets
who have gone with the wind
the bell has tolled for them
but in everlasting time
does memory,
their memory remain ingrained