Well, hallehluly,
you have landed a man,
and gotten him eating
out of both grubbing hands.

After fishing for years
throwing most of them back,
what makes him a keeper,
has he just got "the knack"?

You say "he makes me laugh",
but you've said that before.
"He treats me like a lady",
but they all held the door.

"He takes me to dinner".
Yeah, we've all heard of that.
But not once have you gushed,
'I'm in love with the sap'

PYRAMIDS AND OTHER THINGS

Time strikes down empires
buried in shifting sands
princes, kings, jeweled crowns,
papal rings and wedding bands
lost in years of changing winds.
no seed of Creation withstands
Time’s blind fury.

She promised faithful love forever more,
a paramour with no regard to time
revived a heart once crushed and split in twain.
She promised faithful love forever more
to grow from strength to even greater gain,
what we then shared can’t ever be denied.
She promised faithful love forever more,
a paramour with no regard to time.

He hears and sees, as I meander through
this world that needs be taken day by day.
For cognisance, he has the perfect view -
my deepest thoughts, to him, are on display.

He shadow escorts me throughout the dreams
where I am Home - it's both surreal and real -
where unconditional love feeds me, it seems.
I wake to find I have a new found zeal.

Conflicting the accepted paradigm
of seperate single conscience, seperate soul,
I know that part of his is part of mine
and, while I am awake, I am not whole.

i now know
why many won't read my poetry
I came to know
all my fans have left Neo
but
Stan Ian Joe and Rula too
read me as a return gift just to woo
so that they are read by me too

O loved
who said
a poet are you.

even Jess
still silently curses you....
so now leave Neo
will you

Lost Youth – A Triolet

She sighs and looks at her dressing table,
The bottles and jars and soothing lotion
The elixir of youth she hopes to enable,
She sighs and looks at her dressing table.
The march of time she cannot disable
No matter the tonic or potion.
She sighs and looks at her dressing table
The bottles and jars and soothing lotion.

Old Age - A Triolet

Awakened by the rains of spring
The flowers bloom to woo the bees,
The wrens build nests and then they sing.
Awakened by the rains of spring
The daisies braided in a ring,
A child’s bright laugh rides on the breeze.
Awakened by the rains of spring
The flowers bloom to woo the bees.

DIVINITY

I catch glimpses of shadows
from the corner of my eye,
unexpected intrusions, like ghosts,
fleeting quickly by.
I feel chills from deep inside,
a feverish anticipation
that steals my mind,
and a sickening intuition
of some future time...
a frightful presence divine

Ignoble thought
gnaws at life
numbing first, the heart;
ousting hope, and
razing dreams. Then, inveigles
anarchy into mind;
negating sense,
creativity, and
excellence

writhes
supplication
bleached in
the hot tin
of sun
suspended

the wings of
flyers
like worn feathers
feel flight
bleeding the
stains of time
the staple
the tack
while birds
rest on chimney
stack

foyers of shade
and the shuffle
of traffic
relieve the
course of a day
in static