Wednesday, November 30, 2011

Death speaks in sighs

Death speaks in sighs
the breath of a final goodbye
as that old man is always nigh
his whispers waft into our mind
telling of the toll, the paucity of time
as ever the last bell he chimes--
so we best make the best of our lives
for far soon will we fall to his scythe.

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

cue from the mosquito

Will you tell me of the happiness, if you do please,
of a mosquito that's floating upon a deep burgundy sea
tell me, will that fly be content to just glut and feed?
or will it only be satiated if it makes somebody bleed?

for when our satisfaction depends upon another's unrest
we fall from a noble creature, to a merely putrid pest
and while it's fine to stock your pantry with the very best
if that means a brother's hunger, it's better to do with less

so take a cue from the mosquito, and spread around the luck
because parasitic living ... well ... it kind of just sucks.

Monday, November 28, 2011

static electricity

We have this problem with static electricity
you see, our skin has this little tendency to cling
whether to clothes or carpets, power or popularity
we try with our best to clutch onto something

and maybe that's okay, just part of our humanity
a cool way of acclimating to the earth's drying heat
but here's the rub, to detach ourselves from temporality
and find a way to hold onto an Everlasting Seat

for placing our hopes in a world that's dying 
will only lead to the inevitable death of our dreams
and if over spilled milk we always end up crying
we'll never find a safe place to place our esteem.

Sunday, November 27, 2011

diamond eyes

Oh my God 
did it ever amount to anything,
all this wondering, 
this wandering, 
this worrying,
will I ever have the courage 
to just be
for life gave me these diamond eyes
but I have yet 
to clearly see

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Pantoum for One Who Is Loved

You were taken before you were given
They say you would have never even lived
No need to explain for what we've striven
But can a half-grown heart grow to forgive

They say you would have never even lived
In this weary world you will never sin
But can a half-grown heart grow to forgive
Now that your spirit wings upon the wind

In this weary world you will never sin
There's no need for mercy in innocence
Now that your spirit wings upon the wind
Remembrance will be like sweetest incense

There's no need for mercy in innocence
Your footsteps will darken no earthly home
Remembrance will be like sweetest incense
Now that you have left us all here alone

Your footsteps will darken no earthly home
No need to explain for what we've striven
Now that you have left us all here alone
You were taken before you were given

Thursday, November 24, 2011

ladybug lady

Ladybug lady 
come lay by my side
tell me the secrets 
hid deep in my mind
bring me the morning 
by the seaside
we'll sleep til evening 
and breathe in the night
for the stars are a ringing, 
singing of light
and ladybug lady
I need luck

Wednesday, November 23, 2011

embrace the fall

they are all ghosts
lost in these stony walls
turning and twisted 
in a maze of black halls
because they did not trust
and smile at the fall
they will not find
the home of us all.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

almost you

For this dream 
we have waited a lifetime
smiled prettily
with our chandelier eyes
at the boys in the hall
hoping that you were there
amongst them all
but even though
many were almost you
they were not you exactly, 
it was this that caused
my heart's retracting,
is a rather precarious path to tread
when you are searching
for the One
to wed.

Monday, November 21, 2011


Voices intone off gilded walls
a complex song for a once-simple love
I sit and wonder if you embrace 
what, for them, you've become
or if you despise that shiny throne
  that you've been thrown upon.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

a bird in love

You are a bird in love with the moon
warbling melodies in the dark of the night
but you ignored the dawn far too soon
finding that orb of life far too bright
and so you know not for what you croon
as you praise the mirror, but not the light.

And though your song is for la lune
your ardor imbues your tune with might
and though you are lost in the blue
your twilight wanderings will lead aright
for you are intoxicated on a power that’s true
and truth will steer your drunken sight.

My little sparrow may you reach great heights 
winging your way in a sweet evening flight.

Saturday, November 19, 2011

tied together by strings

I think fate tied us together by strings
our ribcage the root of our ribboning
and each step we take is like a reeling
spools spinning, bringing us to a greeting

and tho' the sisters sigh,
(while sharpenin' their shears for a shearing)
we need not fear their wile-
for you and I 
are beyond their tricks and tithes
as we will weave a web of life
with our threads of light 
which neither scissors nor scythe
can ever sever--
nor will it die.

Friday, November 18, 2011

Haiku Friday: we climb the mountain

we climb the mountain
and we cross the boundless seas
our quest for meaning

Personal note: Starting today I will be on week long vacation with only limited access to the internet.  Although I will continue writing one poem a day for the next week, I will only be able to post them all online next Thursday, 24 November 2011.  I apologise for any inconvenience.  Just consider it a short fast before you gorge yourself on a poetic Thankgiving feast.  I promise there will be plenty of ham to go around.

Thursday, November 17, 2011

clouds turned to crystal

the scars in her eyes
like grains of sand
clouds turned to crystal
in a neglected land

sun cast through prisms
now she understands
the body is a prison
marionette of her hands

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

the girl who wanted everything

There once was a girl who
wanted everything
and knew how to get it--
but for one reason or another
she didn't try.

What's that?
You want to know how the story ends?
she dies.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

star of your heart

If the star of your heart has grown dim
If you see only great emptiness within
then perhaps it is time to try something new
step out from yourself, make it not about you
an Oak can't branch inwards, but must reach for the Sun
so spread out to others, have an external fulcrum
for only by giving will you gain your true wish
because this focused on self is far too selfish

Monday, November 14, 2011


She holds her heart in a box of glass
although you can see it, it is trapped,
therein it lays, protected from outside,
like a priceless relic, tagged and archived,
and 'tho heart's still beating, at times 'tis a whisper
for all the times she lost it, for all the times it lost her,
and therein it throbs, displayed like past glamor,
waiting for that brave soul- who will carefully wield hammer.

Sunday, November 13, 2011

every step and stride

I don't know you 
and you don't know me
and there you and I
are both to blame, you see--

for if we don't say hi
but decide to walk on by,
then we'll never truly find
the truth of both our minds--

this strangeness is no use,
as instead we will just lose 
the opportunity to see 
what We 
could be.

Saturday, November 12, 2011


As we walk in the land of dreams
here all is not what it seems
through the eyes of intuition
we will see with clearest vision
so do not cast away inklings
therein lies the truth of things

Thursday, November 10, 2011

your new sun

may the sun pale in comparison
may the jealous moon hide
for the vows you have taken
will your world new awaken--
the bond you have created
shines brighter than any light

Love is your new guide
You are now husband and wife.

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

warm winter sunlight

the warm winter sunlight
wafting through the wide window
of my weary abode
I am alive 
and will ever be so

Tuesday, November 8, 2011

a mess of things

I made a mess of things.
so many years spent
chasing somebody else's dreams
and all the while ignoring
my own starved heart calling
just because what I wanted was deemed 
not realizing that we shape our own

But for this I am grateful
I praise the mess of things--
for even though those years
were spent crawling down the wrong alley
those missteps in the dark illumined
the path I should be walking

and although those years are done and gone
still I must regret nothing.
for those years made me
into more than I just dreamed--
those long years made me
into what I need to be.

Monday, November 7, 2011

chance at breath

you see, my dear, every day I hope we find
some simple moments to unwind
and though we must ever forward press
still in the stillness we find our best
for in those moments of reflection
upon our mirrors we cast perfection
so, my dear, celebrate every chance at breath
for far too soon there's no chances left

Sunday, November 6, 2011

a war vaccine

the world is sick,
riddled with disease
poverty, prejudice,

the divine Physician
has prescribed a simple remedy--
it is love
love will heal this baleful malady.

a love uncorrupted,
uncompromising, perfected--

only when we prefer our neighbor
and seek not our own ease
will our world be inoculated
will we cure this disease.

how many innocents will die
before we try this war vaccine.

Saturday, November 5, 2011

the absolute worst

look at this way
my dear
if you die 
you go to heaven
and that ain't so bad
when you think of it
so the absolute worst that could happen
is nothing--
the absolute worst is
that nothing happens
and as you know
nothing lasts forever
so you better well do something
before the nothing 
and you find yourself wondering
what the hell you did
with it.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

grains of sand

we are dust
mere grains of sand
tossed by gusts
beyond our hands
when we must
rest inside a clam
through its fuss 
 bright pearl is planned
so we must trust
in the spot we land
for we're not just thrust
but placed by command
and it's not to rust
rather to expand
to live to the fullest
and to understand.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

one is a whole number (on being single and over thirty)

"why aren't you married?" was boor's question today,
and being habitually single, I mightn't know what to say,
for though I'm not perfect, in some ways I am best,
but when I say I like a man, he acts like an alien's bursting right out my chest,
and when I stay friendly, but have no interest at all-
well, that is when those old boys in love, really do fall.

I'm sure boor will shake a head, snicker "you're doin' it wrong,"
but they've never really known me, they're deaf to my song,
for I bought a new dictionary with a better definition of love,
that's not about meeting expectations, not fitting like gloves,
and it's not about gratification, selfish desires or wants,
but helping one another, exorcising ghosts from their haunts,
and above all creating a wide world we can all live in,
without this foundation, there's just no sense to begin,
for I don't want to build a complex on a fault line,
and until I find heart's home, do not mock at my time,

but do not worry, when I find the plot I'll not tarry,
and anyway, it doesn't matter if in this life I don't marry, 
as one is a whole number, in ways greater than two,
so today, "I just won't let myself be deemed unworthy by you."

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

money tastes delicious when spent on the ones you love

opened up my pocketbook
and saw nothing but flies,
was a little dumbfounded,
and tempted to cry,
for I can't buy my treacle,
with pleading and plies,
and when coins are all gone
grumbling tummy don't lie.

But in the end it don't matter,
for here's the surprise-
even though I may be starvin'
of hunger I'm not wise,
for I can eat the difference,
and minus's a mighty size,
for spending on the one you love,
makes you feel alive,
in fact, spending on others,
tastes better than shoofly pie--

'cuz poverty tastes delicious,
when giving's the prize.