The stream (all workshops)
How cunning a demon, this thing we call Fate,
In the shadow of time she coils in wait,
Adrenaline her drug, and hope is her bait
The world was mine, but she chose the date.
Like so many damned, I thought I could win
Joining the world of adventurous men,
I scoffed as I passed her shadowy den
But Fate simply snickered, and then lured me in…
“So step to the table, it’s Russian Roulette,
Pull your soul’s trigger, it’s not over yet
You’ve trained for the worst, how bad can it get?
Each fight is a chance to stake a new bet!”
the body soft and milky white,
the curves indented and smooth …
the twist in the waist line does resume
a natural spontaneous desire
upon young minds to assume
the presentation of the twisted
snaky, wavy curves of a damsel in despair
awaiting her lover, are an open invitation,
to who so ever dares to devour
and
drink sweet poison from mountains and valleys,
subject to the passion of those
yet virgins in body, soul and mind
the bubbling youth ready for a take,
the valleys and mounds at stake,
Nox noctis
lay day away
wash stars
the vineyards
and dream gates
grains plucked
of gold
morsels of fate
feasts for
forgiving famines
all breath of life
like tides
alive
easing our
days to the
mystique
With autumn just around the bend
on this warm late August day
worn summer leaves look near their end
as green fades and edges fray.
They prepare to end their stay.
The limbs which hold them look worn out
from burdens born through countless showers
when hard rains pelt and fierce gales shout
but usually for just a few hours
then tempests end and lose their powers.
glazy dazed eyes
dark
splintered squints
on shakey stools
dissing fools
of trudging drudgery
even those of flinty passions
we are barroom brothers
grounded in no bothers
chillin' and chattin'
and,
as is our fashion,
never too mindful
of hopes and dreams
(lost or found)
of ours
or others
we,
being bound by no druthers,
find a game, or two,
of pool will do
as for tomorrow
who knows
don't care
HURRICANE
The air is heavy silent grey
no egrets statues
In the lake
today
the smell of alligators
rot and decay
float slowly towards
the eastern shore
from stagnant waters
of the Everglades
once more.
Nature stands stunned
In fearful anticipation
There is a monster in the sea
and it is coming
this way
to feed and prey.
Kneeling
as the curtains of time
slipped to drift
in the river of days,
my eyes sighed tears
and my heart
cupped to capture
its communion
praying
as the folds of hours
enveloped and draped
to pool, over hands
in humilities hold,
as each whisper
travelled mere moments
to awaken a Star
unknowingly
my words
had filigreed to glimmer
in milli seconds of wonder,
and the Sapphire dome
now shimmers to mirror
a future enthralled
at peace
Lost god and the elves
There was a time as a child
when elves spoke
and god was the man in the robes
at the front of the church
Christianity indoctrinated me for a while
then I tried to convert a jew
Bigotry claimed me, a lapse in thought
and I blamed a gentle Muslim for jihad
I thought and thought and thought
do non Christians go to hell?
Original sin says so,
so I dismissed that nasty idea.
I studied hard too
theology, philosophy, science.
amongst a cast of lead-supporting roles
though minus script, performance underway
without rehearsal, souls, not knowing goals
from cradle, muddle through, until croquet
mistakes recorded, frozen in forever
creating rippled footstepped lights of hours
to decorate the scars of great endeavour
before the tidal-wave of time devours
while back-stage in the recess of re-runs
imagination’s post-mortems beg change
to find the answers all returns as questions
the thing about this theatre that is strange
The birds sing in courtship's display
on this, the first warm day of spring
unfortunately the wasps are out
along with fire ant mounds of clay
Flowers' perfumes drift upon the breeze
along with my true love's faint scent
whose "look" tells me to cut the grass
and then trees' pollen makes her sneeze
And walking along a clear lake's shore
where the fair ones swim and ski
I glance down at my knobby knees
then look at the girls once more
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