During the wee hours of my Prime…..
In such diurnal course, I was wallowing on my reading desk
Trying to read meaning into my tome….
There came an utter excitatory…..as I looked out of my window
Bewildered by the exhilaration of the throng down……
Holy smoke! “thou eyes couldest not believe what I saw as that early hour”?
Shocked by the crowd that shouted euphorically…
my vision became like a hat with a diaphanous veil……

hip check hallway
spin turnstile heart
clatter
red or white
win or lose
whatsa' matter

delicate wool knit
cardigan brushes
on my bare arm
the bruise deepening
cupboard door bore
the fist
my leg the worst of
corners bite
Like pussywillows
on the trail
Her stream of
perfume like July
blossoms
in Beaver grass
my trail to the wake
of memory
where the dead sleep

King Arthur

The angel’s pity whistles as King Arthur rises.
aquatic echoes boiling in incandescence
and pillars distant with flame. His eyes drool

blue as pirouette storks flash behind his eyes,
ore in the crochet fashion Guinevere spins.
Repast weeps, her heart’s wound spins
as a green-skulled widow rotting in orchid.

Yet in krakens glare and wilting stare
must the warrior return to battle, arisen
mounting with the screaming cackle
of his lightning black mare and wounds
mended with tallow and sky grease.

Staring at a page of white
waiting on my muse
to supply something good to write.
I get no hints, no clues.

I close my eyes, let old mind drift
(that has worked for me before)
but nothing crosses writing's rift.
All that comes is Susan's snore.

Next I read a bit of Frost
to see how writing should be done
in a form that's almost lost.
Results on this empty night? none.

bodice of night
the swell of stars
caught in that cupped valley
tin of fizzy beverage
'well I am a bit tipsy'

Too early in the morning
going about to the forest
to enjoy greenery
the breeze
the fragrance
the chirping of birds
the small meows of cats
and
barks of dogs
the cocka -doodle-do
of cocks and hens

view the distant wild animal's
yawns

do come along with me
rejoice natures gift
as well as the sweetness
of my voice
yours will fall
alas on deaf ears
sad for you
but
SMILE
lovedly

The moonshines forth on the mountains
Giving us hope the light sustains
My people are in darkness
Giving reason to my sadness
A pyramid exist called classification
Giving room for our division
A quest to enrich, empower oneself
Creates the room for greed and envy
Corruption sets in as soon as gains start raining
Stained minds, mine shallow in the mine of the mind
Where much is not hard to find
Oh dear mankind could you be kind to your brother
The son of your mother
A voice calls out to you

You played a game;
You thought me dumb;
You dumped your blame;
You checked my pulse;

I'm knocked down, but not out;
I'm ready, for another round;

You examined, my quieting thoughts,
You looked for signs of life;
In your face, like a rock,
I'm ready to fight, a ball of fire;

Lurking in my soul, there's a beast;
Protecting my heart, healing peace;

Sweltering in the haze on a summer afternoon,
We contemplated the fullness of the daytime moon-
A dandelion sphere, afloat, like a hummingbird;
There was absolute stillness, not a buzzing heard
From a passing bee, not a sigh from our breath

We sat separately on the moss by the steaming trees
Out of a horizon came the wind,
Coolness brushed fast against our sweated skin
With a mass of moaning and whirling sounds