Night is your day
Stranded humans, your prey
Fascinating beauty
Seeming innocent display
Coded mode is your way

Lies fed unto hope
On tap in range and scope
Make-believe in nothing true
Enforced by petulant stubbornness
Leading nowhere to nothingness

A lion’s teeth on the nape to make it still
Indifference toughened stiff like steal
Victim drained of blood to lifelessness
Soul spirals into air, this earth my brother
Childless, O! Hear the cry of a mother

SOUTHERN BREEZES

southern charm and southern comfort

southern breezes and southern spices

scorching days and sultry waves

of cotton dresses

satin sheets in perfumed nights

passion’s fire seething into daylight.

I took in hand a block of wood
and looking at it long I stood
trying my best to see within
the hidden form, where to begin

At last I saw an inner bird
and muttered"hmph" no other word
then set out with my keen edged knife
to bring the wooden bird to life

As at my feet the shavings grew
the shape emerged I so well knew
with care I carved each curve and nook
regardless of the time it took

We all live on the same street
Our houses and lawns are so neat
We go to our jobs
Where they cut off our nobs
Then go home to our wives, so discrete.

He is North,
long, far up and cold
She, South,
sultry, sanguine and bold

the terrain is rough
none dare enter
He, tossing a
dime
and wishing for adventure

Bored, recalcitrant even spiteful
Life has handed him jokers
and many other causes-
Lost. Unmindful of his hurt
His need. His lonely longing.

When granny passed over last Wednesday
It was something we never foresaw
She seemed to be so fit and healthy
But then came the knock on the door

The policeman was standing there solemn
He wasn’t sure what he should say
Then all of a sudden he blurted
“It’s granny, she’s just past away”

She’d been to the pensioners social
She was dancing and knocking back gin
The silly old girl gave a bit of a twirl
When her heart, it just stopped, it gave in

pockets full of clouds
the shower of light
from the lamps
gleam like shards

I can feel the waves press
upon the solid shore
I can feel your breath
in the rains that fall
forever on this day

as if the sky were weeping
for winter that is lain aside
and heavens drizzle
staining all the tide
that lonesome haunt holds
fast

happy winter
will you love us at last??

I sent her across the river
she entered a cloud
she followed me with Keane eyes
she is everywhere I am not
this woman I longed to be

walking
parallel paths

we meet each other on occasion
lifting each other from our muddy feet
we carry ourselves
with the burden of being

rivers of silence
rivers of sorrow
flowing into the great ocean
of bliss

a lotus blossoms
petals fall
and the sky breathes us.

Let me try

perhaps dear friend
replace the grave
with real grace

towards the end
enter you may
discover a grave..

hope you will
comment upon western
by Loved written

HA Ha Ha

Religion’s Failings

Relics relying on rhetorical ruses
THAT
Enslave elenchus elements
INTO
Living lateral lies
ABOUT
Insidious idols
GIVING
Glorification in gratuitous
TO
Intermodal internment
THEN
Oscillating oracular orders
RELEASE
Nudnik nonentities
CREATING
Slaphappy slanderers