Let Us Now

Let us create poetry,
Of our contemporary times,
We wouldn't like to disown…
Creativity is no slave of mankind
Nor subservient to past unknown…

Let’s create a tree
Called creation
And
Not live alone,
in glorified jubilation
Of times and poets
Since buried
aeons passed.

To current times
We should remain married
And
Leave behind a poetic legacy…
Likewise to be buried.

standing in front of a mirror
time
presents itself with a click of imagination
stop, shock therapy
when did i lose the outer me to the image
present in my mind,
i am always me, aren't i?

you look at her beauty, force
me to notice your noticing, by this and that...
a movement of your body, closer to hers,
a camera's flash, you take a picture of
someone else, her face like a
finger pointing between, framing
the painting you paint of me

Easing down the street today
it's warm and toward the end of May
the sun is not too hot or bright
all in all, the day's just right.

I'm disengaged except my feet
which pound an automatic beat
my mind's adrift as are my eyes
a perfect day, I do surmise.

My eyes, perchance, drift over there
and light upon a derriere
encased in skimpy running shorts
( for all I know her face had warts ).

From the corner of my eye,
Your love I feel so strong,
When I stare straight ahead,
I know that I am wrong.

From the corner of my eye,
Your kiss is soft and real,
When I stare straight ahead,
It's for someone else to feel.

From the corner of my eye,
Your heart belongs to me,
When I stare straight ahead,
That devotion is for her to see.

From the corner of my eye,
You whisper softly in my ear,
When I stare straight ahead,
It's just for her to hear.