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A HUNDRED POEMS XV (Sonnet)

Sweet faith, come to me like a gentle breeze,
As darkness seeps, my soul seeks release.
My weather vane, once adorned with petals bright,
Now empty and forlorn, weeps in the night.

I stare above my fears, toward the sky,
And glimpse a golden glow that catches my eye.
It rises, kissing horizons with its embrace,
This is my faith, my dear, a saving grace.

Like a shower of blessings, my vane fills,
With the power of light, it gently thrills.
To feed my weathered soul, worn and tired,
Faith ignites a spark, in me, it’s fired.

With faith, I find solace in life’s cruel art,
It mends the broken pieces within my heart.
Like a symphony’s melody, sweet and pure,
Faith’s song envelops me, a divine cure.

Through trials and tribulations, it will guide,
With unwavering belief, I’ll walk beside.
The path unknown, my steps may falter,
But faith will lift me up, never to alter.

In the darkest night, faith becomes my light,
Illuminating my path, dispelling the fright.
It whispers courage, when I’m filled with doubt,
And in its embrace, I find strength throughout.

Oh, sweet faith, you’re a beacon of hope,
When life’s storms rage, you help me to cope.
Like a lighthouse standing tall in the storm,
Faith leads me to safety, keeps me warm.

A steadfast companion, through thick and thin,
Faith holds my hand, reminding me I’ll win.
In the face of adversity, I shall rise,
For faith’s unwavering belief never dies.

In the garden of life, faith’s the seed,
That blossoms into love, fulfilling our need.
Like a mighty oak, it stands tall and strong,
Guiding me forward, when things go wrong.

Faith is the gentle whisper in my ear,
When despair creeps in, filling me with fear.
It tells me to keep going, to never give up,
For with faith as my guide, I’ll reach the mountaintop.

Oh, faith, you’re the melody in my soul,
When I’m lost, you guide me back to my goal.
With your presence, I’m never truly alone,
For in faith’s embrace, I find a home.

Through life’s trials, faith becomes my shield,
Protecting me from wounds that never healed.
It guards my heart, keeping it safe and sound,
With faith by my side, I am always found.

With faith as my compass, I navigate,
Through the stormy seas, I never hesitate.
For I know, faith will lead me to the shore,
Where tranquility awaits, forevermore.

Oh, faith, you’re the anchor amidst the tide,
When the waves crash, you’re the strength inside.
You steady my heart, amidst life’s raging storm,
With faith’s unwavering presence, I transform.
Faith’s gentle touch brings comfort to my soul,
When sorrow takes its toll, and I feel less whole.
It wraps me in its arms, like a warm embrace,
With faith as my guide, I find my rightful place.

In the realm of possibilities, faith expands,
Opening doors, with hope it commands.
For where there’s faith, there’s endless potential,
To soar to new heights, beyond the conventional.

Oh, sweet faith, you’re the whisper of dreams,
When all seems lost, you ignite hope’s gleam.
You remind me of miracles, both big and small,
With faith, I believe, I can conquer it all.

Through faith’s lens, I see beauty unfold,
In the simplest moments, I witness stories untold.
It paints the world with colors so bright,
Filling my days with pure delight.

Faith is the melody that lifts my spirit high,
In its harmonious notes, my troubles die.
With each verse, it heals wounds deep within,
Restoring my faith in life, helping me begin.

Oh, faith, you’re the fire that fuels my soul,
Burning with passion, making me whole.
You ignite a spark, a flame deep inside,
With faith by my side, I fearlessly stride.

With faith as my guide, I conquer my fears,
For it strengthens my resolve, wipes away tears.
In faith’s gentle embrace, I find my worth,
Knowing I’m loved, even on this earthly turf.

Faith is the compass, pointing me true,
When the world’s distractions vie for my view.
It helps me stay focused on what truly matters,
Guiding me through life’s twists and tatters.

Oh, sweet faith, you’re the anchor of my being,
In your presence, my spirit finds its freeing.
You ground me in truth, love, and grace,
With faith as my guide, I find my rightful place.

Through faith, I see the beauty all around,
In every sunrise, every sight and sound.
It opens my eyes to life’s wonders untold,
With faith, I embrace a love that’s bold.

Sweet faith, you’re the key to my heart’s delight,
With you by my side, I’ll forever take flight.
In your embrace, I find strength and peace,
Oh, sweet faith, may your love never cease.

:: 07.10.2023 ::


LA CATEDRAL (In Two Verses)

(Free Verse)

In the realm where love’s melodies reside,
There blooms a song, like a heavenly tide,
“La Catedral” whispers tales of amour,
A ballad of passion, forever to endure.

Within its notes, a symphony takes flight,
A serenade enchanting, kissed by moonlight,
As fingers dance on strings, soft and tender,
They weave a tapestry, a love so splendor.

Oh, how this melody captures our hearts,
A timeless verse, a masterpiece of arts,
The guitar weeps, each strum a lover’s sigh,
Caressing souls, beneath a starlit sky.

In the cadence, echoes of love’s embrace,
A sacred bond, two souls interlace,
Notes intertwine, like lovers in a dance,
Guided by the moon’s alluring romance.

La Catedral, a sanctuary of devotion,
In its hallowed chambers, hearts find a notion,
Of love’s resplendence, ever so divine,
An eternal flame, forever to shine.

With each arpeggio, love’s story unfolds,
As passion’s tale in symphonic hues molds,
Whispered vows echo through the cathedral’s walls,
A love unbreakable, as the music enthralls.

So let us sway to this romantic tune,
Underneath the moon, bathed in love’s cocoon,
For “La Catedral” carries our desires,
Igniting flames of love, like eternal fires.

Together, we’ll create our own love’s sonnet,
As this sweet melody lingers, never to forget,
Forever bound in the enchantment it bestows,
In the realm of love, where our hearts eternally glow.

:: 07.10.2023 ::

(Sonnet)

In love’s enchanting realm, a melody sways,
“La Catedral” weaves its romantic spell,
A ballad of passion that forever stays,
Within our hearts, where true affections dwell.

Soft notes cascade like moonbeams on the breeze,
Their gentle touch ignites a lover’s fire,
In arpeggios, whispers of ardor tease,
Creating a symphony of love’s desire.

With each sweet chord, two souls find their embrace,
Their hearts entwined, harmonious and true,
In sacred rhythm, love’s essence finds grace,
As melodies entwine, forever anew.

“La Catedral” weaves a sonnet divine,
A timeless ode to love, forever thine.

:: 07.10.2023 ::

(YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NvTgRwJaAA8)


A GIRL WITH KALEIDOSCOPE EYES

WHEN i think of my precious mind
and i am just down there
just one more wine ~~ we’ve all
gone crazy ., in the small room sitting
and thinking, “Just one more drink”

rolling inside the head /that had
me almost tied\ like butterflies
flying away bye bye | i saw her
: alice running inside the Rabbit
Hole \ reality hypnotized almost
had me tied || i now realize
how the never showers of rain
like dirt dammit — i am sick
and tired of my head but someone
saved me______almost had me roped
and tied ~~~ and like butterflies

Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –

We ate marsh mellow pies and coughed
a lung and used it as an umbrilla

The deep immortal human wish,
the timeless will:

           Cinquez its deathless primaveral image,   
           life that transfigures many lives.

   Voyage through death
                                 to life upon these shores.

And the line at the theater was long so we rode off
finding silver roads and lights within the skies

And Gluck said:

It is not the moon, I tell you.
It is these flowers
lighting the yard.

I hate them.
I hate them as I hate sex,
the man’s mouth
sealing my mouth, the man’s
paralyzing body—

and the cry that always escapes,
the low, humiliating
premise of union—

And lucy sings her song in the skies

:: 07.07.2023 ::


ODE FOR EMILY

In twilight’s tender glow, a moonlit dance doth sway,
A noble laureate’s verse, in eloquence does portray.
With masterful cadence, the words take flight,
An exquisite choreography of poetic might.

The poet’s pen, adorned with whispers of the day,
Paints a canvas of beauty in each chosen phrase.
Bathed in the silver luminescence of the moon,
Love’s tapestry unfolds, a masterpiece to swoon.

As night’s opus commences, stars heave a passionate sigh,
The poet’s verses softly whisper, as the night draws nigh.
Each line, a gentle step from celestial realms above,
Revealing tender secrets, embracing introspection’s love.

Melancholy’s grace imbues the first act’s sway,
Moonlit shadows pirouette, revealing souls at play.
The moon, a muse, ignites the heart’s true yearn,
Unveiling depths of longing, love’s eternal churn.

As the ballet of words unfolds, the moon’s allure does grow,
Its radiant light illuminates the dancers’ introspective flow.
Emotions ebb and flow with each poetic leap and twirl,
Guided by the moon, the conductor of the soul’s unfurl.

The second act arrives, a waltz of tender hearts,
A rhythmic interlude where introspection imparts.
Each fluid movement, bathed in the moon’s adoring shine,
Whispers of the night, entwining love’s cadence divine.

And now, the grand finale, love’s climax to embrace,
Moonlight’s Reverie ascends, passion’s glowing grace.
The moon assumes the role of a maestro wise,
Guiding the dancers with ardor, unveiling introspection’s prize.

In the tapestry of moonbeams, the ballet finds its rest,
Yet its echoes linger, love’s whispers manifest.
For Moonlight’s Reverie, a soul’s eternal quest,
Forever echoing, as noble laureates attest.

So let us revel in the moon’s celestial glow,
As Moonlight’s Reverie in our hearts does show,
A dance of love and longing, an introspective call,
Emily’s spirit lingers, guiding us through love’s enthrall.

:: 07.06.2023 ::


DOCTOR BEAKY OF ROME

AT the scene of suicide
plague doctor of Marseilles
stopped by with two small
nose holes in a mask;
a respirator containing
aromatic items — beak
holding dried flowers

Blessed is me
while i am a beak of terror
keeping away evil smells

All according to miasma theory
all my costume kills
before the children wail
so i am the plague doctor
of Marseilles aka ‘Dr
Beaky of Rome’
Follow me into the Sun

So follow me as One
such absurdity is life
to be born without a gun

i am the wounded One
you are the victim
the victim of life and love

:: 06-01-2016 ::

Poet’s Notes:

“Doctor Beaky of Rome” explores the theme of mortality and the role of a plague doctor in the context of the Marseilles plague.

The poem opens with a vivid scene of suicide, drawing attention to the dark and morbid atmosphere.

The presence of the plague doctor, characterized by the two small nose holes in the mask and a beak holding dried flowers, highlights the doctor’s role in combating the plague and protecting against harmful odors.

The phrase “Blessed is me” suggests that the plague doctor finds a sense of purpose and fulfillment in his terrifying task of warding off evil smells and the threat of disease. The reference to the miasma theory reflects the prevailing belief at the time that diseases were caused by noxious odors or “miasmas.” The doctor’s costume is seen as a form of protection that inadvertently contributes to the deaths it seeks to prevent.

The line “before the children wail” implies that the doctor’s presence and actions may cause distress and fear among those he aims to save. Despite this, he continues his duty as the plague doctor, earning the nickname “Dr Beaky of Rome” for his association with the city. The phrase “Follow me into the Sun” could be interpreted as an invitation to face the harsh reality of life, even in the face of suffering and death.

The subsequent stanza introduces a shift in perspective, urging readers to embrace life’s absurdities and contradictions. The phrase “such absurdity is life” suggests that the inherent contradictions and unpredictability of life are inevitable and must be accepted. The line “to be born without a gun” metaphorically conveys the idea that life itself is inherently vulnerable and fragile.


How Poetry Survives Dying Souls

The skill of losing, it lies within our grasp,
Many a thing seems designed to drift and fade,
Their loss, no tragedy, but a fleeting gasp.

Each passing day, surrender with no rasp,
Keys misplaced, hours squandered, let them evade.
The skill of losing, it lies within our grasp.

Progress further, hasten losses, oh, clasp
Scenes, names, destinations, dreams betrayed,
None of these trials invite disaster’s rasp.

My mother’s timepiece vanished, its final gasp,
A cherished home, lost, one of three arrayed.
The skill of losing, it lies within our grasp.

Two cities, once adorned, now shadows cast,
Realms, rivers, a vast continent betrayed.
I long for them, yet no catastrophe amassed.

And even you, with jesting voice amassed,
Beloved, gone, but truth, unswayed,
The skill of losing, it lies within our grasp.

Though seeming dire, this art, it holds no clasp,
For in its depths, a soul’s strength displayed,
The skill of losing, it lies within our grasp.

:: 07.05.2023 ::


Love

And I loved everyone
and loved.

I did alone.

:: 07.03.2023 ::


THIEVING SCENTS: A FLORAL LAMENT

As I gazed at the violet up ahead, I scolded:

Oh, sneaky thief, where did you steal the sweet dew from?
Was it not from the gentle breath of my beloved?

The regal shade that blushes on your cheek,
I know it was crudely stained by my lover’s veins, so true.

Because of your touch, I condemned the beautiful lily,
And took the buds of marjoram from your hair.

The roses, trembling on their thorny bed, in despair,
One blushed with shame, one turned pale with distress.

A third, neither red nor pure white, dared
To steal from both colors and claim your breath, a thieving guest.

But for its theft, a cankerworm, proudly aware,
Devoured its growth, consumed in miserable unrest.

I observed more flowers, yet not a single one
Escaped your thieving of fragrance and color, my beloved.

:: 07.02.2023 ::


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In moonlight’s tender hold, my demons dwell, Where voided thoughts find solace and reprieve. Each breath awakens the ocean’s ebb and swell, While purpose resounds, my soul begins to believe.

Within my core, the mist dissolves with grace, And thoughts unfurl beneath a healed cocoon. From distant realms, memories gently trace, Reason’s beacon shines within Genius’s boon.

Thou stirred me, tears cascaded with delight, I found my way amid the depths of lost. Could it be true? Such sweet awareness alights, Long yearned, selfishness paid its final cost.

Though sunlit grace eludes, a distant gleam, Your visage lingers, treasured in my sight. Flesh’s deceit, emotions’ tender stream, Chemicals and thoughts ignite with might.

A solemn truth embraced, its flame burns bright, Life’s delicate waltz, in fragility’s hold. Solace sought in both shadows and light, Chance’s tapestry woven, gracefully untold.


Hey, Father! Mother! Dreamer!

She sits in solace, wearing an empty stare,
A mother’s face adorned with burdens hard to bear.
Where did she falter, where did her path astray?
Her fighting spirit wanes, a fractured home in disarray.

Oh, dearest mother, father, and sister too,
Return to us with hearts sincere and true.
Come back to us, with hope and belief in sight,
Oh, dreamer of our family, see my heart’s resilient light.

For I am your seventh child, passion running deep,
When storms besiege our kin, let faith’s flame we keep.
With dreams once pursued, yet pride was left behind,
He drowns in sorrow, his spirit yearning to unwind.

Within a shattered glass, one somber scene,
This tragic ending’s sheen, it should not intervene.
Through teary eyes and the years that scar and tear,
Our blood binds us unbroken, unsworn, and clear.

So much unsaid, in days now left behind,
Don’t turn away, let’s share what’s on our mind.
Oh, beloved mother, father, sister dear,
Return to us, let hope and love draw near.

For I am your seventh child, with passion’s flame,
When storms besiege our kin, let love be our aim.

Do you not perceive, my existence rings true?
I am your seventh son, a spirit dwelling in you.
And when lightning strikes our humble family tree,
Have faith, believe, and let love set us free.

Do you not perceive, my existence rings true?
I am your seventh son, a spirit dwelling in you.
And when lightning strikes our humble family tree,
Have faith, believe, and let love set us free.

Let faith guide us, believe in love’s healing might,
Together, we’ll transcend, embrace freedom’s light.
Believe, oh, believe, as our love sets us free,
Let our hearts intertwine and rewrite destiny.

:: 06.29.2023 ::