poem — inspired by the folk song come sea shanty: Shenandoah
If we had met, lest we forget
On the shores of that rolling river
In faded years all bygone tears
Would you volunteer your stolen heart?
If I could take from yours, in days of yore
Back in the day - eighteen oh…
poem
Out upon the ocean calm
A tropical breeze
An ocean frieze
A day to traipse a starry balm
They call to Jesus, in hope he comes
And what to make of mysteries qualms
On dotted islets of songs and psalms
A sea floor ignited by a god’s misuse
And a blunder blown by divine obtuse
Their earthly…
be done with it!
The eternal spring comes not from external joys, nor comforts
But finds its latency in an internal void
Whereby darkness foists a ruinous subjugation upon our contentious souls
To let light penetrate only at the periphery
Thus infecting the mere cockles of our heart
Whereby warmth is cooled to make…
from the avenue
I wrote you in the fall
I used a pen not a sword
I wanted it to be a call, that’s all
It was no chore, a bore, or tall order
An envelope and stamp
Alas I needed to make it clamp
So I got down nasty and made it damp
That may…
a poem
Upon the vestiges of a once sunken lake
A seascape draped in fate
Shakes, breaks
The islet creates, Atlantis awaits
Gods retreat and mortal power inflates
Hollow virtues once fueled by excess
Come full circle to arrive at the paradox
And soon parted by the sea, mentality in siege
Along with prestige…
a poem
Cast in stone
You cannot trouble me
The vicissitudes of my unreason
Can unleash but a season of sway and convulsion
Born unto a storm of truculence and scorn
Reborn, for minutes but on the hour
Before I scour the recesses of doom’s sidings
Pretty soon, another chapter be completed
Replete with all that is…
poem
Shut the Gate
On the way out when you’re leaving
Celebrate
When you’re going home too
Forsake
Your throne and its view
Where you don’t belong
It’s like toppling a queen for a shrew
When you bathe in my sorrows
When you bathe in my dreams
When you have to pay a price
When you think it’s…
It’s All Good in the Spiritual Hood
I render not in supposition
Nor in the soliloquy of one’s bold daring
Nor monologue in its stirrings
But across the ages
Like some ancient Persian
In conquest of Rome’s vestal virgins
Lost in youthful diatribes
But be gentle in reflective tones
Hence not from this time forth
Set the compass…
