Tuesday, December 7, 2010


Over shoulder,
Corner eye.
Sparkle blink,
Flash of sky.

Came to dance,
Not flitter-flatter.
Rising forces,
Seek out matter.

Icicle smiles,
Spark`ed strife,
Shadow outlines
-Hinted life.
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Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Two Hundred- dedicated to Lord Byron

The bog people all are stirring
On this mewling youth, Spring night.
You can hear their chorus in the pause
Tween the Midnight and the light.

Glass-eyed Druids sing summons
To both good and bad in bed.
Salamanders dance fire illusions
For the living and the dead.

How long till the two hunderd,
Those shuttered in their rest,
Awake and grow made new again,
By hatefearlust--failed tests?

What taps forlorn on the window?
Who gazes through the fog?
Tis the young departed heiress,
the Mistress of the bog.

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Three Bears

Claude killed three bears with one shot,
But he died never understanding-
The Monroe Doctrine.

Mary Weller mothered three children,
But she died never understanding-
Her place in life.

Measure the greater loss.

Concepts of Time

Que sera sera, baby,
Whatever will be, will be.
The futures not ours to see,
Que sera sera, baby.

It was his time,
It wasn't my time.
What time is it?
What time is love?

Some say it was meant to be,
Sarah Conner says there is no fate
But what we make.
Is 42 the answer to life, the universe, and everything else?

Hundreds of thousands die in an earthquake,
Six die in an office,
Thirteen die in a college,
A cripple drowns in a puddle of mud.

It was meant to be.
It had to be,
Or I cannot see,
Or comprehend the Time Zen key.

Karma is real.
Dream Police have zeal.
Lettuce is a vegetable,
Are you?

Que serait serait, baby,
Whatever would be, would be.
The futures irrelevant you see,
Que serait serait, baby.

Wednesday, January 27, 2010


Days now brighten,
Night's dark lightens-
New parents embrace new joy.

Life's filter glows anew,
A new baby, not known by a few-
William Bruce, firstborn Melton boy.

Friday, January 22, 2010


Young memory fragment-
Ianthe! come, eat your food,
Hurry on now, don't be rude.


Ianthe grew up strong and smart.
She could read the human heart.

Ianthe one day left her school
To find and study other rule.


[Ianthe heard the wind cry,
She had to know the reason why]

Ianthe found the answer when,
She saw a black heart beating man.

Run Ianthe! Run!- Too late.
Her pearl now hangs upon his gate.

Earth spirit's cried
The night Ianthe died.