Regret and hope mean nought compared to now – for now I’ll stay in Epicurus’ Garden – to quench – to slake to cure as one grows old – to tarry for a good life here foretold.
Tag: love
what matters
My willow wept for many souls That could not speak or reach To heaven’s hand – a sight (unseen) Yet let it be beseeched The bird spoke of a morning Overwhelmed – (so many thought) And when it woke the sunshine burnt The few (by heart) – they caught The few (by heart) they caught […]
in time in time
If life for nought is thought to be I offer ‘no’ as answer thus My every avenue will see A happy trail yet to void What to think of those who say Beyond this is nothing more What to feel for those who pray Be better yet in heaven’s gate The gate is open – […]
No matter where the sunset falls
Whenever fools may run amok A thought-provoking tune Comes to mind under the sun That blends into the moon What matters if not love my dear Enigmatically we seek Can there be doubt that enmity Creates a challenge to beseech Through all the years I live this earth And rustle and resile Me – myself […]
Haiku poetry XX
Nature spins the wheel of life Darkness breeds the sun Touch the joy abounding
Notes VII
Whenever love Runs amok A thought-provoking Tune Comes to mind Under the sun That blends Into the moon
Anew
Is this the only life I’ll live To expand my view I sense a wry immortal soul That brings a world anew Or will I live beyond this world Extend to sight unseen And only then will I be blind To places I have been Or will I touch a trembled soul That shudders in […]
Inner glow
I was thinking About something I’d forgotten Long before It wandered In my mind that morn’ Like it had been In store It came to pass I raised my glass And took a sip To say That everything And anything Would flow from it Today Reflected in – The glass revealed A woman’s Supple face […]
Castles in the sand
I often chance what life may be If allowed to thrive And wander far away from home So I may feel alive I often think of sorrow past Will it return again And wallow in self-pity Like a cage of utter pain I often feel a sense of loss But then true love is found […]
The umbrella moon
Under the umbrella moonI saw a girl despairThe apple tree – a canopyYet missing ’twas the chair Where could it be; I thought aloudAnd those nearby me heardA head tossed over shoulderA frown without a word The unbeknown, the silent voiceSpoke words I dare not writeThe page – a blankThe stage – the sameFor neither […]
sensualism 