Friday, April 28, 2017

For Chilman



For Chilman

I can take you along,
for a song,
to the sky, where fairies fly;
but I can’t fetch the pie
from the shelf so high.

We can walk in clouds,
atop silvery shrouds,
cross milky way, far ‘n’ away;
but I can’t fetch the pie
from the shelf so high.

I can slay all demons,
and silence the cannons,
brighten nights with merry lights;
but I can’t fetch the pie
from the shelf so high.

I can paint the moon blue
or any other hue;
make a grand scene, turn gods green;
but I can’t fetch the pie
from the shelf so high.

Your doll like face,
with an impish grace,
gives out a sigh to ask me why
can’t I fetch the pie
from the shelf so high.

When you pull my hand
and want me to stand,
to reach for the pie,
beyond my nigh,
how can I reply, the shelf’s so high?




Thursday, April 27, 2017

If only…




If only…
Shadows haunt me in the sunset
Of you walking down the leafy slope
Hair ruffled in the breeze
Words flowed easily
It didn’t have to be spring
For flowers to bloom
Amidst shades and bird chirrups
The moment arrived
Waited to hear the unsaid
I rephrased my thoughts
Which remained unsaid
The moment walked away
Promises weren’t exchanged
But understood
Or so I thought
I dumped the debris of my dreams
Into time’s trashbin
What do I do with the memories
That stalk me refusing to go away


Wednesday, April 26, 2017

Embarrassed


Embarrassed

lips draw back
teeth glint
words shoot out
hot harsh pointed
eyes flash mock and roll
hands rip the air
faces strain
score points
retort and repartee
bobble around rooms
bounce out of windows
onto lanes alleys
become posters on walls
frowns on foreheads
craned necks twist
hang out of balconies
the crescendo tumbles
down to hurt whispers


Monday, April 24, 2017

Déjà vu



Déjà vu

across my window
silvery skies unfold shimmering sheets
brown streams
hop onto the grey road
from green sidewalks
a child joins
the crisscrossing rivulets
his ginger skin glistens
droplets slither down his black hair
wrap his face in wet embrace
a red car speeds through puddles
murky water erupts
drenches him
his white teeth sparkle in the rain
a long forgotten whoop
escapes my lips



Friday, April 21, 2017

MATES



Mates

Across horizons and voids
I chase the sun
They darken
In the madness for light
Is it I or the spaces
That have become insignificant
Odysseys later steps falter
At the tunnel’s end
Dazzling shards stab my eyes
Phantoms stare into the abyss
For the dreams I wanted to share with you
But do not belong to me now
I embrace the friends in solitude
Shadows



Wednesday, April 19, 2017

The Greatest Ever Game



The Greatest Ever Game

lost
in the roar of steel dust
mortar paper and bone
merge with cascade
of flutter from skies
as megatons totter
earthward
screens afire
with sky-ripping missiles
amid thuds and blasts
a child clings
to her half-burnt doll
a streak of red
from her forehead
blends with tears
dribbles onto the beard
of her torpid father
earth leaps
mountains totter
God and Satan
loll on a couch
and watch



Sunday, April 16, 2017

HATE


The collage consists of internet images of violence in Europe, Asia & Africa

HATE

piety retreats behind trembling walls
fires of hate blaze from eyes
race through lanes
homes crumble
pleas crash against shut doors
they prod the result of their madness
survivors cower among dead bodies
blows rain again
screams fall silent
on the fractured pedestal
he watches them shovel earth into graves
with caustic frown
the stale garland around his neck
morphs into a noose
hadn’t we slayed the saint of peace
long ago?