I will walk, walk for now that way And hope for brown chocolate cakes Some day 'Neath rainy skies see your way. To hopeless caverns I will not stray, To glittering castles I will pave my way I will walk, walk for now that way. When windows steam in months of May, And the Sun... Continue Reading →
Of Desire and Denial
In spirals woken and knocked back again Into my reverie where she comes in white And by the spirit of December cold slain Within the pallor of knolling flying time. I gloat on her chiselled chin and fair skin On her radiant shoulders and her softly heaving Bosom; a reverberating nocturnal din, Smirking she... Continue Reading →
Of Yellow Flowers and Highlighted Cells
As larks under a shaded tree sing By the brilliant summer sun beat wings, As swallows fly across the blue sky Yellow flowers’ sequined tears stream shy And down they fall and bounce off high, When we were children, in awe we cried, In comfort lay in fields of swaying jade And wished these... Continue Reading →
Ralph
One sullen morning, dear Ralph, you’ll see Why master Osmond called you a protégé, In your attic the answer dwells, shabby Yet bright – the beacon in life’s plangency. It hums, it drums, the beats they echo a tune And shines through the wooden window the moon, A cure for your enervated heart, Ralph,... Continue Reading →
Snowflakes
Snowflakes float into your lap in the soaring wind, Like the wishes of your friends residing deep within Your sighs and exaltations as you plough languidly through Hours and strides into your bleak day’s rendezvous With a crimson dove as it calls your dream of stone, As if your name it beckoned, a reality perhaps... Continue Reading →
Our Own Poetry
And that, my dear friend is poetry, That which brings joy to a man solitary, Makes musical a moment seeped in melancholy, Feels like a drop of hot, sweet honey; That, dear friend, is the gift of poetry. Harbinger of beauty, and of things unfelt, Things with which we deal and they did too With... Continue Reading →
The Nimbus Bicycle
Up up into the blue sky Not truculent not sly Where there be a swirl of mirth In the silver compass instead of North; Let us to the whirlpool sway Instead of in morbid days stay Into virulent violet and pearl white A venture made in stars bright Beyond the sorrow of hewn trees And... Continue Reading →
Of Sunrise
Oh look! Oh look! At the rising Sun behind the clouds And the coyly whispering brook, At the moving branch with the wind As I at a portrait look Of a glowing amber hue in the East, For the early bird it's time to feast And us too upon an entrancing scene - Of vivacious... Continue Reading →
When The Watch Stops Ticking
As the sand in the glass cease to fall, A metaphor we do employ; When chimes from our walls stop as well, Into a stupor we soon fly. As we no longer can hear the tick Nor our sheets dance to the tock, In impatience our dreams grow sick, Inveigl our hours in eternity... Continue Reading →
Of Azure, Brooks, Life and Rhymes
When there is no name on your lips And into a fluoroscent azure you slip Like tea in the morning with a song And a conversation two fortnights long To do what one wants to do and die In fame after life fly For a loved one cry And in parchments wrinkled and wry... Continue Reading →
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