Monthly Archives: March 2017

Sweet Spring’s so glad to be sweet Spring The dandelions their suns do pop, And wings of birds be glad to wing, Into the trees, the very top, That at the month of April, fair, There be not Fool’s Day … Continue reading →

I was not born to greatness, It was not thrust on me, But I’ll achieve what I’ll achieve What e’er the future be. My love is not for losing, My gain is not for loss; For my own highest choosing … Continue reading →

Imposters be there many now in art; There’s some in whole and many more in part, They sound superior, speak as they knew all, “Abstractionism’s beautiful more than all!” These lifeless paintings that they praise and push Would make a … Continue reading →

If life is error, to die is by mistake, And he who slays is governed by no ill, While they who bear the dead lead error’s wake Who’ll die themselves because of no man’s will. Yet error’s not in life, … Continue reading →

Oh, butterfly, butterfly, Where do you go? Following up, Following down, Down and up, so! Freely, freely, butterfly, Waftingly go by and by. Softly go, like softest sigh, Out of sight, out of eye. Oh, butterfly!

If you, of yourself, have no right To live, but to a deathing State of Night Must give your wealth, property, the all Of all you are—your life, your happiness, So evil enemies of breath, too, die, One single minute … Continue reading →

Oh, if my pockets would be liars They’d say I hold much gold, But, my pockets are true talkers And therefore say—nothing. Trump’s pockets would say, “Rich, You’re richer than a king! But of principles you’ve naught, And so we … Continue reading →

A five-year-old came walking on the bus And as she passed me started to say Hi, But I’d dark glasses on and she was fussed. Immediately i took them off, looked eye to eye, And she did smile into a … Continue reading →

Who are these men that love not individual rights? Are they not individuals their own selves? Nay! They have no single-burning lights, Self-masterless as puppets string by string, Who want but pull of poles for veering left, Or right, to … Continue reading →

Vipers of the world, unite! Your brother Islam yearns another bite! He’ll suck in all the poison that you give To spit on children that they may not live. He’s greedy for the gifts of death, he grieves When someone’s … Continue reading →

Don’t give a will for when you come to die, But now give all you are to earth and sky— Your energy creative, your best work done, The love you love, new battles to be won; Give breath of thoughtful … Continue reading →

Oh, vile and wicked Islam with your hate, Your hate of life you live to desecrate; You murderer most fiendish, sick of soul, With terrored death the meaning of your goal, Which is to kill and kill with love of … Continue reading →

Jet trails in the sky; cars beep below; White steam flowing high; tugboats bellow. Silver shaft spears one lonely cloud; Trains go rumbling, low and very proud. Click, clack, click, go footsteps fast; Other feet join in, all first, none … Continue reading →

The task of Time is to divide us from desires, While he performs with long perfections sure. We light the night with writings made of fires Which match the morning sun with verses pure, Then send them to inspirer of … Continue reading →

Come gently, Rest, and swim into my Dear, Glide up through arms and shoulders, eyes; Make weariness from sorrow disappear. Give rest, o Rest, for her unhappy days, For all the friendship that will be no more And all the … Continue reading →

As I stood gazing up the Empire State I watched a paper sailing down the air. Falling easy, to left and right it went, Not hurrying, but patiently it flew, From little thing to bigger growing slow, And down and … Continue reading →

I give you all the breath by which I live, Each little sigh, a word, is breathed for thee. From little breaths to sentences I grow To sing out happy stanzas to thine ears, Then wholes of pages, poems, thick’ning … Continue reading →

O Love, doth know thou’rt like a magnet to me? You draw me forth whether I willing be Or no, and I’m so helpless to reverse Thy pulling in I turn to iron verse, Which weakens me every word till … Continue reading →

Spire, to spire, to spire, the city stands; The sun glides down glass and steel and stone. There’s roar of traffic—-statues wave their hands— And voices laughing through a “Don’t Walk” zone. Tower to tower to tower the city spreads; … Continue reading →

What doth dear Heart today this early hour? Doth she yet weep for friend ‘neathe funeral flower? Do thoughts of him well loved as like a brother Leave nary space in mind for any other? O Death, you’ve done your … Continue reading →

They asked is she was of that Arc, one Joan. She answered, “Alone.” They said  she must become a nun. She said, “None.” They said that she would burn. She said, “Burn!” When all their eyes were fear She said, … Continue reading →

Hamlet, debating whether or not to be, Made weak by no ideal to be—free, Be-thinking what his father would have done, And with no evidence bright-certain as the sun, With martial spirit skimpered by fair poetry, Wracked himself back and … Continue reading →

Your brow is one true shine of fairest sweet; Your words, though faintly, bear the sweetest sound; In love with peace here, I am bare, complete, And see all space around as joyful ground. Horizoned far, in front of me … Continue reading →

He kissed a hundred times on her sweet lips; She said, “Enough, or drunk on love I’ll get.” He took some back, to sober her a bit, But drunk got he, for still the wine was wet. So back took … Continue reading →

What world is this, with so much lust to kill, Over-run by nihilists and evil will, Islamists with their mad, blind, death-souled hate, Leftists, left and right, who press more state On civilizing, free-won height,— Great men reared it with … Continue reading →