Category: My Poetry
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Goodbye
Goodbye Oh, heart of stone, Does nothing touch you? I am swept up to the heavens By magnificent choral presentations. And orchestral feasts. When spread before you, They fall upon your ears, There to die a pitiable death Held at bay by walls that surround you. You observe it with a detachment That I do…
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Haiku – Rose Croix
Haiku – Rose Croix Blood hued sacred rose Scatters drops upon the ground Staining red the sand
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Whiskey on my Grave
Whiskey on my Grave Sing songs o’re my casket Pour whiskey on my grave Dance jigs at my parting And reels that tempt me To rise up and join you.
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Stairway
Stairway The clouds assembled In a serried shape Outlined with a sunlit brush That drew my sight And I thought, “Stairway”. I may have still had a tune By Zeppelin echoing in my ear, So the pairing was not unusual, A surprise, but not unusual. They mounted to the sky And seemed to invite…
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Two Vultures
Two Vultures Circling in a dance on thermals and updrafts, Not hunting But soaring for the joy of soaring. They are impossible figures To my eyes. Too big for common fowl And dark as coal dust. Unlike the common gulls With wings white as crescent sails, Their supremacy exceed only by Swans, snow-white valkeries…
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My Brother’s Keeper
My Brother’s Keeper I can no longer endure his misery. His fruitless cries for help or water Or at the phantoms in his mind Now go unheeded. I cannot attend him. His need drains me. I must abandon moral values (Perhaps even my ethics, A far more serious case), For my own sake And I…
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Hog
Hog A shambling figure made for a hog, Studs, chains & leather And suitably hirsute, Belly obscuring a belt buckle Declaring his allegiance To Mr. Harley and Mr. Davidson. Cheap (looking) glasses perched on his head Above a ball cap in reverse Covering his balding top, An affectation That should have been abandoned With short…
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Song of a Heretic
Song of a Heretic Mary kneels at the foot of the cross Weeping softly, silently, most pitifully for her son. Who could not be moved? But why would she weep? For the resurrection had not yet come To bring her peace. The rock not yet rolled, The cerements lay undisturbed And the angels in…
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Grenadier Pond
The poem reflects a moment of serene beauty at Grenadier Pond, where the narrator captures a woman absorbed in poetry. Her physical grace and the idyllic setting evoke deep emotions and memories. The imagery intertwines nature and literary references, illustrating how the fleeting moment profoundly impacts the narrator, immortalizing her essence through a photograph.
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My Toast
My Toast In the company of mates and lassies Whom I have loved more than life itself, With a hardy measure of Uisga Beatha Near at hand, I ask no more than to indulge my fancies One more time For the sake of all that has passed And all that is to come. Those…
Palimpsest 