Your smile

When you smile,
Time forgets its stead beat
To stand in an admiring stead,
Joy descends on a barren land
Holding the flowers of Hope & Faith,
And Beauty blossoms to such elusive forms
That Desire makes an empty catch.

12/1/2008

A vision – Interrupted.

An Adonis awakens

Desire quenched
In the embrace of a lusty lover…

Now that was your idealism
To think of him
As …

“A youthful soul
Enchanted by the musings
Of an ageless wisdom”

Oh, do cut this crap
This phony table talk

…

The morning sunlight

To replenish,
That stock of
Spent desires…

Now that was your idealism
To think of that
As…
“A blessing
To youth, beauty and wisdom
For a union divine”
Oh, do cut this crap
This phony table talk.

11/1/2008

Poetry Reading

As expected,
The only one who has turned out
At the poetry reading,
Is a dilettante poet,
Who presumes he can galvanize
Well bred hearts
With affected words,

There is no one for audience though
In this supposed social potpourri,
- For culturally ignited minds,
Than just the pantry
Clearing up the remains,
Of forgotten biscuits and cakes
Vestiges of another cultural exchange,

Where are they the poets?
Suppose their wives had reminded them
That there was much house work to be got done,
Better things to do with ones breath
Than waste it reading idle thoughts,

Where is the audience?
Those determined few,
Suppose their friends had reminded them
To make better use of their time,
Study stocks, invest and make returns
Than waste it over bankrupt thoughts,

And all of this was for such good reason
That even the Gods saw no injustice here,
And had the dilettante poet come alone
- A lesson for his presumption.

10/1/2008

The Hour fantasies a meeting with the Minute and hopes to be together again.


After our interlude at 12,
With you and me
And Miss Second,
- To trigger the gong bell
We parted…

We made headlines for that stock today,
“Such a propitious listing
At a premium of sixty
An irrational exuberance”
Is what the papers said…

Since then,
I have been
Urging Miss Second
With Sisyphean tales,
That make futility
Resonate with such meanings,
To keep her at her rounds
And bring us together again.

8/1/2008.

Sunlight envy

Sunlight that
Skims across your face,
As you imagine,
The colors
You would sprinkle,
A truce of togetherness
With chaotic forms,
Fed on the memories
Of a million frustrated desires,

That sunlight
Must wonder in anxiety,
Why must you be so giving?
To be yet again
A walking tombstone
Of another wasted desire?
When you could so easily
Have it affirm a loyalty
To gently age with you
Just skimming the surface of desire.

7/1/2008.

Desire

So, now that,
That thing,
That had you,
Impatient and desiring,
Is yours,
Where are you now?


The chase over,
The hunt hunted,
And devoured,


Surely
Must fulfill you,
And return you
To an eternal sleep
Of blissful contentment,

Or
Can it
Never be so?
You - never unwanting?

Or
Nor can you,
Nor your hunt,
Ever plumb,
The depths,
Of that abyss
Of desire
Inside of you.

6/1/2008

Tomfoolery of a Pedant and the Maiden's Repartee

“Would it have been better?
If we were just two thoughts
Suspended in some thought sphere
Communicating without need
For sight or touch
We would feel no distance then
We would not need
Visuals – that sight needs to feed upon
Touch – that form needs to feed upon
Disenchanted with both sight and form
With only the intellect
We communicate
Until it too dissolves
In some exuberance of Love”

To all that she smile and tells him
“You are so full of nonsense, my dear
To think you can love like that
When all you have ever cared about
Are just my embraces and kisses”
5/1/2008