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another leaf falls

The wind is ridiculous in its grand gesture
rolling over the land like a giant serpent
squeezing the cold North air,
the fatted turkey devoured
the marrow of family cracked open
and sucked clean

I prefer simple things. The sound of sunrise
in all these blue hours, the touch of your breath nearest
me, the knowing it took to be with
you,
to be tangled in destiny with melancholy limbs.

The wild geese have gone. They leave no shadows behind.
You are my religion.
I love you longer than I can remember.

The View at Castle Hourglass

There's this castle I once visited
situated under glassage,
I yearn to cross beyond it's drawbridge, once again;

I even long to turn 'round the staircase
should the centurion allow safe passage to a friend;
~
so let me begin again.
There's a castle I once visited,
in fact it's the place my heart remembers as home;

BEAUTY OF DISTANCE

From great distance in dark of night
a jewel shines with its own light
seen from these soaring mountain ridges,
are tall skyscrapers and lacy bridges.

Too far to hear the throbbing noise,
the trucks and trains reduced to toys
flowing through the asphalt arteries
spewing chemicals on urban breeze.

You can"t see the filth and desperation
through miles of night and separation,
and I can"t see the jumbled masses
of middle, upper or lower classes.

Hobo

I’d love to be a hobo
To tramp the country mile
To be at one with nature
To face life with a smile

The countryside will feed me
With the hedgerow for my bed
The green grass for my pillow
When I need to rest my head

Oh I’d love to be a hobo
Watching seasons passing through
To wake up with the dawning
And the early morning dew

I’d miss my comfy bed I know
And three square meals a day
Fresh clothes every morning
Somewhere clean and warm to stay

As cold as ice

Slaughter in here, ethnics
Butchery in there ,politics
Souls from various creeks
For Charon to cross the styx

As cold as ice

Deadly storms won’t cease
Sweeping Tsunamis increase
Forest fires destroy Greece
Why not ask Nature for peace?

As cold as ice

Manmade four-wheeled slayers
On roads merciless killers
Toys for hit and run drivers
Highways innocents’ manglers

As cold as ice

Hello Soldier ..Blog Conversion unread one

You Sir, have downgraded me

By calling me a peach
But I beseech you
Most folks love to call me
An apple or a rose
As at supersonic speed,
Poetry I compose.

None the less,
As I love to eat a peach,
I shall have a bite
Out of your hand
As it, I do reach

Thanks my friend
We are at your beck and call,
You are a soldier,
A warrior after all…

Icy Waters

ICY WATERS

Icy waters
pure and clean
rushing down a mountain stream
sparkling diamonds in sunlight
over rock and stone
furious in their flight
into Ocean’s deep.
swirling into One
never to return from where they come.

sublinqual appetite

around the table
empty seats
some have no feast

there is no cautionary tale
for any bird
sentenced to die
underneath it all

a murder of crows breaks up
the grey,

a hoopoe is not
a legend
only the Simorgh can light the horse's
head and speak with the dead to expunge
their bones

dinner is served promptly at seven
bring your calculated monotony home
leave your insignificance at the door
do not wipe your feet with their blood,

FERRARA,, ITALY 1943-1944

THE GARDEN GATE

we flew and stumbled
whirling down steps of stone
centuries worn
cascading to the garden gate.
sharp right angles into terror
from one terrace to the other
no earth beneath our feet
it seemed…

madness had taken our soul
fear was pounding in our ears
sweeping us into a vortex of nightmare
each step an eternity
to the garden gate
below...

Il giardino dei Finzi-Contini
[The Garden of the Finzi-Contini]

YOMO NKUKU- The weird bird

The crooning broke through the silent night
Kids of a small settlement scamper with fear
What peripatetic spirit the dogs have seen
Night birds sang along, yomo nkuku ku-ku

You ate my food and laugh with relish
You eat yours and shed crocodile tears
Because you don’t want to share with me
A capon blubbered, yomo nkuku ku-ku

The hunter’s lamp cast its rays on the leaves
Reflecting on the eyes of a strange owl
Cold chill raise tiny hills on the skin
The seeker mimicked, yomo nkuku ku-ku

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