The Soul is a Boat

The soul is a boat   the ocean sails.

Far on its distance and deeper within

It navigates the universe,  a  fin,

for harbor is the universe  an oar.

As the shore of an anchor   moors the tide

The wind-breathing of the sky  inhales

As existence a shoal of the sea spills

Beauty encircles   the hour returns

The beauty of the undulant waves bring

each orbits the weeping of the ages

and with swells of the size of creation

completes its renewal begins again

The soul is an ancient such mystery

it knows is equal to the seasons.

THE SOUL IS A BOAT

The soul is a boat   the ocean sails.

Far on its distance and deeper within

It navigates the universe,  a  fin,

for harbor is the universe  an oar.

As the shore of an anchor   moors the tide

The wind-breathing of the sky  inhales

As existence a shoal of the sea spills

Beauty encircles   the hour returns

The beauty of the undulant waves bring

each orbits the weeping of the ages

and with swells of the size of creation

completes its renewal begins again

The soul is an ancient such mystery

it knows is equal to the seasons.

ACUESTA LA LETRA

Acuestate letra hazte inmovil

y deja de viajar por el mundo

se oye tu sonido palpiton

dandole razon al creer sentido

Si existes no lo dudo ay vuelo

la paloma se entrega a tu cuerpo

respira tu eco como el tambor

la mano lo suena y el amor

mas tarde se unen por el patio

la sombra su atardecer su plomo

estas sus vocales se escuchan hoy

mientras los petalos perfumen color

tu son tu soneto tu sonido

escuchan de la boca el oido.

Wild Bird Cultured Roses

The flower that grows while the crow that crows

are attached to both ends of a horizon

stretched over its features introduces

a day like no other that’s come before

when the stem brings to beauty a mirror

as symbol of the sustenance of love

it perfumes with so ancient a perfume

scented stamen adheres to its color

presently across the sidewalk I pass

each speaks to me one is inaudible

cracking through the cosmos into the dirt

the other by two’s chants its messages

wild as birds and cultured as roses

fly wings of the sky, opaque and spacious

A DAY IN THE SUN

Majesty beauty the sun in bouquet      

spills over surfaces of earth and drapes

painted over shadows darkened to shade

brushed across the world and cast on the clay

these are its radiant greeting flowers

for audience living creatures partakes

strings of the music the universe plays

a day is an instrument,  note and key

the soul knows only by its harmony

what knows it of mysterious power

like the distance between color and sound

is the absence of faith in its presence

senses divided unite by their sense

the music is ancient ancient defense.

PHYLLIS WHEATLEY, IMAGINATION

To Phyllis Wheatley

Your Majesty I Summon Partially.

Its Beckoning so Mystic as Beauty

Ascends to the Astros and Pirouettes

The Particle’s Substance is A-Rhyming.

Beautiful Sunset cast in my Orbit

Remarkable as Marvels of Heaven

Imagination, you who know Everything

I adore you, you are more Radiant

Than all the WOrld’s RIches Twinkling Sparks

You appear already Luminos, Word

FOr I did not strike the Phospohorous Wood

Before you came here and Warbled a Lark.

Beauty of Beauty awakes in the Dark

Illuminate my Vision with your Art.

PLAGIARIST

Oh No!  Here comes the Ragign Plagiarist!

She strides down the hallways a menace face

Two hovels  eyes with bitter eyelashes

The terror of discovery--again Agh!

Columbus, Cortez, and the Fascist Boss

They bend over backwards with Avarice

Asses of Downtrodden Artifices

that To think ofs to Swallow ABysses

Virtuous Orifice the Dungeon of Minds

HEre come Vicissitudes without a Clue

Nondescript, Rhetorical, and Abstruse

The worship of the noose in the Minion

Beggar of anything but Opinion