You have produced some really good work here
and I know that you can do more. ~ Gee.

You light a flame
as we do in Churches and temples
lead kindly light my poet of distinction

but all my verses are off the cuff editions
Many times I've tried to improve
I take suggestions
as and when they come

but then it becomes like a synthetic concoction
yeah metaphorically

Let me know
where you can strike me with a stick
I will clear the forest of all the infested dicks

With closing of eyes I see a child
who had just learned how to run
with arms spread and running wild,
lids tight shut and having fun.

A little boy with eyes of green
flying over the lush grass
toward a destiny unseen,
unaware that youth would pass.

And just before he hits a tree
I open up my faded eyes
for that young child was once me
ere life took me by surprise.

What happened to his soul when he died
Indian groans
Indian groans
redskin blood and broken bones

He sought refuge in the child's flowerlike mind
the Indian's soul when he died
through a word man he spoke
With wisdom and truth from the world of the dead

through the voice of the youth
the Indian's soul when he died
took refuge in the child's flowerlike mind
But where did he go ?

The word man when he died

Exquisite love poetry

If only you had
honoured those
who to your poems
bring victory...

You sought me
I came over
you read one or two
then slept,
O lover

you don't know me
nor will your candle show
yes through your poetry
and
my comments,
perhaps
my name shall also glow

do some sympathy show
and
light the other's candles
so that they may not blow
must also like yours flow

All poets here must know....

They say dusk is seperation
and the hour before darkness.
I dare insist
it is a fleeting moment
of meeting.

When the sky is dyed with hues of red,
the ocean soaked in blood,
the water ebbs
and when the river becomes one
with the sea -
That is its transient beauty
and its very essence.

Like a bird on a swaying branch
And bathed in twilight haze,
I sing a melancholy song;
from my eyes
twin streams fall.

I pray
when the wind howls
it will bring to me
your warm caress.

To think
Is one thing
To comprehend
Is another
To have confidence in oneself
Is one thing
To totally believe in oneself
Is another
To speak as if you have it
Is one thing
To know it
Is another

In my mind
"Rock-Chic"
Chrissy

In my mirror
cracked-rock
prissy

Final stand
rocking
the glory
crown

Finally
the 'edge'
no ordinary
sensible
silver

Rainbows
shimmer through
the argent
shadows

Tossing my
iridescent tress
too fat to
be edgy
I dress
my hair

Suddenly
cool drool

Betty's back...

When I was a baby I fell in love with life.
The bright colours and sounds,
Lit up my gummy smile:
a new experience every day.

A couple of years later I fell in love with family.
This was the age I knew stranger from parent.
I favoured the ones who held me close;
Who woke up at 4 to feed me, kiss me, hold me.

Then I grew and fell in love with words.
I spoke volumes of nonsense
but I loved the feel of syllables on my tongue
and cherished the proud expressions.

noon
she moves like a swiss watch
turning her face
and doing her moves
like a magicians assistant
I watch with Magi's attention
the upbeat tick of her talk
her loud heels on the hardwood
same as mine
the woman to man ratio
of sound affect
like a clock for the blind
announcing time
as certian as the quitting
time clock in the warm
afternoon collusion
of golden rays
showing the crowns
into fire
dripping from the
orchestra of forest
unrelenting