BEAUTY OF LOVE

--beauty is by authority of love

No is but One in reverse and excised.

A numeral for up or down counting.

That is prior to itself in order

It merely appears at the exact time.

A sequence that starts without origin.

--just like a word game played in the abstract

that connects the loose boards of toe tack’s tick

Sticks and square tiles will not move again

If not by coercion or destruction

when it is shattered to pieces so lost

to pick them back up seems impossible

the spirit has seen and heard enough, knows

Life is a precedent of Love’s own will.

When it is not possible, it still will.

INFARTO FLOR

Cultiva Flor Corazon Infarto

Desolado y Radiante Aun

Es la mas Fragil Desalojada

Perpetua La Vida Motor

La ingenieria Implacable Ver

Atraves de Paredes y Postes

En seguido Los Petalos brotan

Alcanzados por su Vuelo, Aerias

Nace del Crepusculario Vapor

Los antecedentes de Las Lluvias

Escultas de Gravedad Absoluto

El Zero punto de la Valores.

La ley de la Vida   la Ley Moral

Entres las dos no hay Variables.

SUN FLAME

The torch flame of the sun strikes at the earth.

Consuming its fire extracts the air

a vacuum appears the clouds hold their breath

and a day made for beauty is filtered

The filament source becomes animate

discerns what it would destroy without thought

and departs from its nature to create

a world for the living a world forethought

While its destruction is delayed a time,

wind and water muting heated extremes

undergoes its temperate hastening

then disarms its potent awakening

For just one touch of the solar exhaust

would incinerate everything at once.

NOTHING CROW

I study Crow who already knows me.

I come with my  trade marks of a human

No wings.  No shining black feathers.  No beak.

While he in his majesty’s soft feathers

Muscular shoulders, mechanic talons,

Brought together in his miniature form

everything to its breaking point, giant

if not by proportion without a flaw,

My size I can’t measure with his though large

For though I am large I’m a Know Nothing

Crow see I am a threat of perception

and won’t let me get closer than closer.

Everything Depends Upon So Much

THE SONNET IS A 14 LINE POEM

WITH TEN EQUAL SOUNDS PER LINE AND ONE RULE

THEY BE ACCENTED OR UNACCENTED

AS WITH MOST THINGS THAT EVERYTHING DEPENDS

UPON

FOR WHY ELSE WOULD THERE BE DIVISIONS IF

NOT TO DISTINGUISH WHAT COMES AND GOES: TIME?

AS IT NEVER DEPARTS YET SAYS GOODBYE

SO MUCH IT SAYS HELLO TO EACH SECOND

AND LIKE A RED WHEELBARROW or WHITE

CHICKEN, IT IS DRAINED OF COLOR THEN TURNS

INTO CRYSTALS OF ITS OWN HOURGLASS
HALTING FOR NOTHING TO BEGIN ANEW

AS THOUGH RHYMING OR NOT RHYMING HAS DEW

IT MEANS NOTHING TO A SONNET AT ALL



To Spring and All, 1923 William Carlos Williams

SWAN SONG

The Swan in the Swan Song is so Precious

Its feathers are lighter than Sound waves push

The voice of a Tenor through Destruction

Flames of the Abyss when forward they swoosh

Captivate with the Glory of Sunsprawls

Lift from Auroras Consumed in NIghtfall

As smoother than Glass the Water’s Surface

Glides as it Severs its own Existence

But not before its Tumult is Unbound

Deep the Lake will drive through the Silent Depth

To insulate the Power that spells Doom

Designed to preserve the Universe Whole

Submits to its Necessary Defeat

And Gathers from the Ramparts the Volume

Of Melody condenses its Poem.

BEAUTY FRUIT

The watch of wakeful hours counts again

the loss and removal of essential things

measured by distance to disappearance

then as truth purchased its survival

shred over centuries another fount

from mantra of ongoing turmoil

and lasting are pains to be endured still

Paramount as peacemakers to be blessed

Beauty is fecund, beauty is artful

But beauty is not a variable

Beauty is a Fulcrum Exponential.

Beauty is Faith Faith is a Principle

And as darkness falls it grows amorphous

Its branches bear its fruits for the purpose