Carmel, Carmel – how I love your dells and swells
your wild unkempt rambles and shambles.
How beautiful you are – when the sun ambles,
yawning a morning of glitter, bright, light
on the misty fresh crèche' of spring green
where new growth is seen – Bluebells and garlic
idle their waft, reeling a ceiling of pungent perfumes
and Ah! the blooms, the blooms!
Those glossy leafed bowers
and hawthorn flowers
dewy and gemmed
by warm summer showers.

I came into this world unwinged,
my mother mortal (wretched thing).
My sire roamed the Heavens wide.
When I was born the Angel cried.

My dam had passed when I was born
hence, father offered naught but scorn.
No love he felt for human kind
save mother who left him behind.

The Angels know not where men go
when life is done- not high or low.
Most men feel sure they join the Host
of Seraph, Cherub, Holy Ghost.

an officer who was a D.S.P. saw an ewe espy
as a barbie break august carve
needed a neck brace to cover broken skull
fractured with salivating injurious eye swap
on an errand to buy bean cake "she said".
petals pried and fried spurious
to recruits for the public enemy section

It started when
the coat was almost new,
caught on rust-streaked spikes
of a school-ground prison…..
Patches!
Invisible at first,
an extra pocket
or designer label;
no one suspected
hidden damage.
But the scar remained,
quickly joined by
brothers, sisters,
uncles, cousins.
Then strangers
drove their opinions,
and other more physical
appendages,
through its crumpled fabric;
patches and coat
indistinguishable,
buttoned up tight
to keep everything out.

fluer
wilted
this humidity
dross
bleeding colors
in its stain
like a scar
smeared
crash

lost love
lonesome
lead
break the
surface
of the dark
stealing deeds

your flare your dare
your winter white
flank
beneath
the flesh
where the bones
of sunsets
home are
temptress
shadows
curved and supine
where once
the bitter slake
of wine drizzled
and the mists
of perfumed
reigned

I gazed in amazement, in this same day
As I witnessed something indescribable, by any poet
A single moment, so astonishing, so incredibly real
My heart, thumps furiously at my heaving chest
My heart, has misplaced its breath
Exactly like that feeling you get
When you place your face out the window of a moving vehicle
As you attempt to inhale

Choke

I gulp
I cry
With theses dreary, dreamy, morose eyes, I watched

When you speak of love
as truth
in your blooming rosy youth
tis no sin
we all in love so begin

and
as you take shelter behind the moon
love will be born
beyond the clouds soon
till then you have not sinned
I stand guarantee for you

till you share her with your
kith and kin
then alone twill become
incestual sin

and
you shall never win

this alone attributes as sin
what ever you call sin
as sin

I spit on the nerve of scums
who dare to dictate my life
when their hearts are lacking,
the strong will to strive.

Do they think I dance in the ring for fun
when I'm carving a future for my son?

I wish their prattle will cease
before they unleash the beast
and find my fist kissing their cheeks,
turning them into bleeding freaks.
,
I don't throw away a chance for victory.
I don't kiss anyone's ass.
I earned my dollars and pennies
I've shed my sweat
to be the best!