Oda al Doctor en Clamor de Paz

Cuantas veces hay que morir Doctor?

Usted que ha hecho todo lo Posible

Paz no se Ofrece, Al Que Quiere,

Es el titulo de un Libro, Leelo


En esas hojas, las de mi Maestro

El Pediatra y Poeta Williams

Fue el que me hacer aqui Llorar

Su verso fue libro y mio no


No me atrevo a encargarme de Vidas.

Esas naci a partir no soy Heroe

Soy Soneto traigo a Maestra

De Las Pazes soy su sirvienta


Busca en tus Horas del Destino

Fue llamado haCia este Momento

I To Sing America Sing Sorrows

-- I, too, Sing L.H.

I am not the Poet this isn't a Line

What it is is a Mystery to Me

Always has been--Quit buzzing-- Oh poetry!

You who have wept with the Greatest and Climbed

Up to Mt Olympus or Macondo

What is the difference, mi paisano?

While you fear the Sublime shadow's Curtain

I stand for what mattered to Heroines

Fearful Courage! and Defeated Triumph!

The losses weren't worth their Sacrifice

And lost to those Reason the Albatross

Dear Poem, I curse you with Life as I am

Don't stand there pretending not to Notice

I to Sing America Sing Sorrows

Ode to Auden

The master is peaceful at home in time

It neither passes unacknowledged nor

does it awaken the conscience but mimes

from the ether world as cradles a horse

the spirit of beauty leaps up its force

and steers far away from the torturer


Come to me, bard, lay claim my heart

It wants nothing of once again always

but to be slayed by passion of goodness

and anoint with singing of mystery


if design exists in a thing so small

a verse is of a much ampler form

I will build inside its soul my own form

and beauty will attend its arrival

Ode to W.B. Yeats

I come to you Master as in my Youth.

For you who had warned with Futility

What happens when singing schools Multiply

They gain for the Gyre what it would Not

Distorted with the Passion of Season

Blast the roots of the Roses with Wreckage

Anatomy ground down on a Pestle.

The Falconer cannot hear the Falcon

It no longer Lurches but has Arrived

Your Prophecy of the Second Coming

How Ruinous is Beauty to Ruin

Twice worse than a sonnet of Disaster

Silence bestirred the Goodness of Gladness

While Might became inured by its Madness

Love Flowers

The robe of the Bishop not flowers

divides at the hem and disappears

beckons to history and to tears

but left without a sound or a care

the ringing of the bells doesn't hear

nor woe of a woman living in fear

onus after onus will appear

while the father looks on from his chair

hasn't been around now for centuries

though succor haphazardly  is earned

like I am and must be a poet

no matter what price I pay for it

though I never asked is inherent

the crown on each finger of anguish

and make subordinate by verses

the forces of spring of kindred spirit

bringing by their annoyance a rhythm

break it whether you know how to or not

and shadows let them fall as they do.

take heed my subject and sonnet listen

Falter when it comes to violent end

toward the original intent bend.

Agendragon Misculs

How easy it is to love Enemies

You care that they learn how to handle Life

Yet it is not for nothing the Furies

Eases the Day from the Evening makes Shine

Most of what is lost is automated

While Winners are Discrete and make small Sounds

The contender is worried about volume.

How much for whom and by whom will be Paid.

Just the thought off it creates Politics

Offset by Internecine Exculpas

So the means never left any for Ends

Yet you still say you Despising Greatness

That it doesn’t have a Chance on these Streets.

After the Introduction who would Stay

But the Agenda and the Minutae

PARADISE APP

How the secrecy wars led to the refugee crisis
is how the terribablists wanted things
first item evidence is docterine
for literal as thumb tacks are sharpened
the point is a diadem of facia
equal parts to its elucidation
as it veers toward the sunlight and plunges
and answered with bloodful revenges claws
who doesn't know the law is illegal
from here all the way to Raskolnikov
Crime and Punishment into the endzone
As forever has terms and conditions
the knowledge of apples from the descent
gave Adam the power of Eden

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