I've got the children to tend
The clothes to mend
The floor to mop
The food to shop
Then the chicken to fry
The baby to dry
I got company to feed
The garden to weed
I've got shirts to press
The tots to dress
......
Our eyes
are limpid
drops of water.
In each drop exists
a tiny sign
of our genius
which has given life to cold iron.
Our eyes
are limpid
drops of water
......
Doubt shall not make an end of you
nor closing eyes lose your shape
when the retina's light fades;
what dawns inside me will light you.
In our public lives we may confine ourselves to darkness,
our nowhere mouths explain away our dreams,
but alone we are incorruptible creatures,
our light sunk too deep to be of any social use
we wander free and perfect without moving
or love on hard carpets
......
Dost thou know of what I mean?
To be trapped within a dream
With all life’s questions intertwined
In the confusion of the mind
Silken petals and velvet seas
Pray to the divine upon your knees
Oh thou, great god, show me thy way
Of magick, and nature, and ecstasy
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from Memories of President Lincoln
1
When lilacs last in the dooryard bloom'd,
And the great star early droop'd in the western sky in the night,
I mourn'd, and yet shall mourn with ever-returning spring.
Ever-returning spring, trinity sure to me you bring,
Lilac blooming perennial and drooping star in the west,
......
One drop hits the ocean,
The ripple fades like a beauty with age,
Fat drops hit the sea,
One drop only a teaspoon
But what is an ocean
But billions of droplets?
He says to me, “the world won’t change
It’s old and stuck in its ways,
Its vicious and cruel.
......
I was riding on my bike to my office
With dreary daily dullness;
Yet, happened to notice a drama in the sky:
Sun was so bright and suddenly dark cloud hid the light;
As I tuned my hyper sensitive senses on,
I heard them speaking in a meeting:
It was the Earth-table conference
Between the sun and the ocean
Clouds and rays were also presented—
......
Let's swim like dolphins
Up and down the East Coast
And stay in the Gulf of Mexico
In the wintertime
While the coldness is king
We'll be warm
Until it'll be time
For summer once again
We'll swim in the Atlantic
And arrive in the Pacific
......
RETURN MY TEARS
The darkened sky stole my tears
soprano crystalline they quickly disappeared
Lucy my name still neat to tweet, though
inner ocean could no longer drip sighs sweet
desert dry goals, set anew, a different stew
He no longer beheld teary dampened hues
charcoal cloud-lips licked tear salt refined
......
As I stand, a poet in an ocean of words,
Unspoken feelings, unheard verses surge.
What is this craft, this calling to write?
Is it light for others or my own plight?
I pen the tales of others, the struggles they bear,
Yet each word I write is a weight I wear.
To live, to serve, to break free from norm,
A poet’s life—a perpetual storm.
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