Monthly Archives: June 2013

Roses pink and yellow, blue, Waft through every age to you, Petaled words a-flying fair Round your spirit youthful there. Though your body ‘gins to feel Thieving Time come in to steal, Roses pink and yellow, red, Weave their garland … Continue reading →

For Annika may this life be made To grant her more of light than shade, And should such shade as comes her way Faint upside-down, fade into play As, dazzled by her lovely cheer, It changes to a mirror clear, … Continue reading →

O Helen, singing songs no other sings Of secret love that loves its selfish wings, You fly around, above, and under me With body-beating soulful thunderings; You wholly grasp and capture with amaze My awe-touched mind, to whirl me in … Continue reading →

O beauty made intense with piercing eyes And frowning brow; O face made great and wise By lips in line of compressed anger true Expressing that fine inmost state of you; O character in clenching cheeks made taut With soul … Continue reading →

Soft, so soft, falls down the rain, Falling softly, falling; falling gray Over gray mountains, falling; gray Over gray over gray—all falls down. Gray cars spin and splash and dash, Spitting lines of foamy white; Fresh and cooly sweet the … Continue reading →

Sovereign, sure, and proud to own a gun, She blasts the Red officials with hard words That rise within her spirit in a surge Volcanic, fiercely true, supremely right. She stands up for America, her home; She stands with shoulders … Continue reading →

The ugly beast called Selflessness inside young Self did weave And whispered slyly in his brain, “In giving all believe.” Young Self recoiled and struggled so, to get that creature out, But all the needy wailed their woe, and self … Continue reading →

Sparrows cheep Sparks of light, Peeking through Darks of night. Sing I, too, All my might. Dawn comes, new; We are right. Sun lifts head, Beaming eyes Clasp the world, Take the skies. Flowers wave Petals wide; Trees and bushes … Continue reading →

He is the highest dream of lovely light; His arms and legs, a-sway as he does walk, Shine forth in brilliant splendor down the street As through the dawning hours on he goes, His sun-like face and curling golden hair … Continue reading →

The tyrannical President stood on the podium taking questions from the boot-licking press, answering in his usual glib, superior way. Then a new-comer stood up and said, in a deep, powerfully resonant voice that had no need of mic or … Continue reading →

She was bound to the stake With her hands at her back. “She’s a witch! Let her burn!” They all shouted with glee, As she stood midst the faggots With no self-pity. Then her voice, how it rang As the … Continue reading →

She stood upon the great-fist granite rock With such an easy, open, brilliant smile, Black hair against a white-ish misty cloud, Her slender naked body tanned and light, With firm, small breasts up-tilted fresh and sweet, All nature seemed a … Continue reading →