Monthly Archives: February 2017

VanDamme Academy has taught her students well, So well, so thorough good, so deep and fine, They take up every Cyranoed sweet line, Divide and conquer motive, meaning, soul, Relate each witted part to lyric whole, The whole who is … Continue reading →

I stand here just a poet, as you see, With nothing more than verses in my hand. The coverings of wealth don’t cover me Who wears but cloth of paper, maybe sand. My poems may live for ages, or for … Continue reading →

A steel spirit flashes through your words As wings of anger sweep against your wrong; And though long past, your convoy of fierce birds Are ready to attack and not sing song. I recognize the rightness of your ire; I, … Continue reading →

It has been said that the fact of birth—coming out of the womb into independent life—is an unimportant fact, a non-scientific fact. Why? Because it is an easily observable fact, one which does not require special “scientific tools” to see. … Continue reading →

Oh, what little men these be Who love authority! Ask, “What do you think?” He says, “Authority.” “And what about this issue over here?” “The scientists are very clear.” “But, what do you think yourself?” “I, with authority, stand firm.” … Continue reading →

I saw you dancing early in the night, Your hands and arms like sweeping swans in flight. The beauty of your body flew in air As though the meaning of your spirit was right there. You swayed across a lawn … Continue reading →

I love you with a love too young, Old boyish lover, I. My verses leap and play about; I frolic, yea, do I. Perhaps you deem me insincere Who laugh like stars above; Oh, yes, I know we’re older dear, … Continue reading →

If every day is Yuko Day Then what is night to me? A bit of shade that’s in the way Of Yuko Day to be. If every hill is Yuko Hill, Then what are vales low? They’re places sad, empty, … Continue reading →

These gifts of words are all I have to give, Low presents they, not ribboned, nor with bows. Yet are they parts of every virtue that I live, And take not bribes of money for fake shows. I make them … Continue reading →

Far underneath the airs of light-heart wit Clangs bell on bell of seriousness more fit, And though this poet’s rhymes may dance with light, The earth moves in his frame with love’s deep might. I sing you leaves so that … Continue reading →

In a dream you taught me the piano; So I struck a note; no, two! The first was on a low key, The next was C, by you! You said, “That’s not harmonic,” And I said, “Yes, that’s true,” And … Continue reading →

I’ll teach you to write poetry; We’ll start with letter “I”. “Love” comes next, so easily; Look up, and we have “sky.” Go. “I love sky, And I know why, Because it’s up So very high. “And I love planes … Continue reading →

Black tea with sugar? Black tea with cream? Black tea with nothing But black tea and steam. Hot I do like it, Hot for light sips; Black tea’s a blessing For lover-hot lips. Soothing, refreshing, Spirited, too; Black tea’s the … Continue reading →

This is my love, this outward song I share, Now played by orchestra, now violin most fair; Now sung by two or three, now one alone, Now simply spoke as a simple poem. These paintings I here post, this art … Continue reading →

So many foul, bad men mouth lust of bad, So many low, base mind-cuts malice show, Loved ignorance grows evil more than mad, While intellectual ‘posters smirk for show. They cling to evil, they, as rot clings rot, These nihil-leftists … Continue reading →

Because of you my wings are stronger now; I fly and soar in word and speech and song. All triumph springs from purely taken vow, And this of mine is ‘ever to be strong.’ Because of you and my great … Continue reading →

You have such power to open so my mouth, And with your lover’s wand turn words to birds That, flying, flying, flying ever south, Intend themselves to change again to words And in your tender ears to softly say, “Magician … Continue reading →

Today we’re living far apart, Yet Facebook brings us near; Your fingers on the keyboard there Respond to mine right here. You type an “I”, I type an “I”, For we are I-types true. And then we type L-O-V-E, I … Continue reading →

If good men would be free then must they fight, Must raise a day of deeds against bad night, Wave banners of the truth o’er low’ring sky, And speak, to spear the evils crawling by. These wretch-ed mobbing bugs of … Continue reading →

I never ask, when I’m alone, “Does she love me?” Always, in true serious tone, “Do you love me?” I never think of you as she, For in my mind you’re always here, My ‘magination’s company That drinks life’s toast … Continue reading →

When conversing with a lady sweet as thee I’d command all flooding waters quiet be But, since nature’s not for telling what to do, I’ll cup my ears from all sounds not of you. Floods and storms and thunders crash … Continue reading →

If truth incites to violence And falsehood brings on peace, If reason and good common sense Drive everyone to cease; If lies and fraud more riches mine And truth gives o’er to graves, Then let us from the world resign … Continue reading →

Oh, could I pen a poem for you each day, Sweet feathered words to fan your ears with May, Then might my winging heart be joying Spring To have each day more reason more to sing. I could, I can, … Continue reading →

Whose sun-like face—nay, more than any sun— Or if such sun in space were like this face, And all the planets spun around to see Life’s glory, glory’s joy, forever won, And so amazed clasped love in circling place, Though … Continue reading →

Now is your face love’s rarest book to me, Fair covered, bright with jewels of feeling, thought, That signs my lips to open, eyes to see, And mind to rapture chaptered soul well wrought. Then, it may be, thy poemed … Continue reading →