Sunday, September 7, 2014

SUN UNITY

A day arrived in ribbon-tied sunlight

that had hovered a giant in darkness

and glowed twice by power of its harness

a star a star by any other light


So that where you to ask it where it comes from

the orb would simply explode from the fun

by enormous nomenclature a pun

a child who asks while wondering-- Who?


Who made the mountain has made no mountain

making is the reduction of ounces

the mysteries of mysteries announce

immeasurable’s immeasurably boundd


and a voice a measuring instrument

which expresses itself in a moment

Saturday, September 6, 2014

SUNFLOWER SUNSET


--whereas the sea is circled and sways, WCW

Beautifully the sun in its last touches

gathers tumultuous what it has strewn

filigree flowers cast on the threshold

bouquet of sunset and bouquet of love

whatever can qualify your awe’s reach

introduced astride the momentous scene

as waves go ashore yellow daisies swarm

whose petals arouse the clouds from their thoughts

evanescent beauty of the surface

grows on the darling horizon alive

the sea on its stem erases its trace

inverting the hourglass in the sand

vase that was broken never existed

time in a capsule reverses itself.

Sunday, August 31, 2014

Love is Love is Love

--So long lives this and this gives life to Thee, 8/31/14

Love is Love without division of Love.

It cannot be added or discounted.

Love is as ancient as a parable

Love from Love mysteriously Woven

As Love has both a body and a Soul

It is of a Quality eternal

For Love is a Value beyond Value

It grows to Surplus from its Power formed

Love is infinite Love is everywhere,

Love is a Medium of its Love Source

And Love can never tire nor be Torn

Its actions rhyme with Vowels, Of the Tongue.

As long as Love is Love and afterward,

It speaks and in a language all its Own

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

CLOUD SHADOW


The Clouds and Shadows are Painted Alike

Shape gives to Shapes their Dimension and Tint

Gray, Mottled, Yellow and Verdant Align

Trees and their Ancient Song, Birds with their Wings.

The Sunset is a Masterpiece of Light

A Celebratory Sensation Wakes

As Though it was with us All Along Here

Though without its Presence seemed just as Absent

I don’t know about you, Sky, are you Real?

Are you Sent From Above or From Below?

Darker than Clouds Lighter than a Shadows.

You know Everything about how I feel

Omniscient Aftermath of a Day’s Life

Expressed in the Last Glow of the Fire.

O MISSOURI


Oh Joplin Oh Missouri Oh Zion

Regal as the Sky and just like Magic

Langston appears in his smoking Jacket.

His Cynical Tirade -- A Quill-Diamond

What a Gentleman & with what an Ache,

Cultured, Articulate, and Uppity

Simple a Style as Tormented Numbed

I see you as you FLower in my Sight

Half Transparent but Alive and at That!

Your Spirit is a Sledgehammer Feather

Lighter than Heaven forgot what it Might

Life is but a Game without a Ticket

It Plays all by Itself while we Watch It.

DEATH GODS OF WAR

Thanatic, the Death Gods War Commissioned

Of Fearful yet Divine Ingredients

Drew Forward the Underworld and Opened

A Potion made of Ash and Sediment


Stagnant Vapors Melted from Fumes in Flame

Oh How the Black Cloud Thundered with Screeching

Carving a Wound in the Shape of a Star

What a Terrible Force that Mounts the Scream


The Past Time and Present Times are Reversed.

As Time Draws Closer to its Destruction,

The Power of Time-Bound Catastrophe

Bodies are absorbed in the Capsule Burst


Minutes without Eyes Seconds without Ears

Heaven brought  to Life is Atrocity

Friday, August 15, 2014

Not Free Not Simple, Verse of Marti

As if when Marti fled to the Catskills
or traveled the Sea to Guantanamo
he held in his heart the soul of his Mind
that he drew from when voyaging his Thought.


Aching in his Groins he disciplined Art.
He made it his Ally and Companion
For it came from a world of Grievances
the prepotent cast on the Slave and Cursed!


As knowledge wracked the world in his Head
Meanwhile the pusillanimous fled
and Friends that were made were gone forever
none would speak ill of him nor he of them


Than whiter no flowers could ever Be
roses of July and January