Overhead heard not a word with brakes screeching around the curve sharp and bitter to one’s hearing initially, a causing fear the tracks casting darkness long-lasting as a breeze whips up combined, sublime fragrances of business dames toting all the famous wealthy names, as China-town duplicates with dimes slim fingers nimble eyes squinting … More Tomorrow’s Game
Words once of Vladimir Lenin rung
unlike the Tsar Bell in Moscow Kremlin hung
in public air spun
by the Soviet Union’s first leader
a few years before shot
bled the Royal family
this wondrous statement
gratefully heard said: … More Like A String Strung of Precious Pearls
When Tomorrow Comes! [ edit ] When ultimatelytomorrow arrives soon, in the best time, although, we twist turn in ernest concern wallowing now in deep sorrow, no longer will anxious cries consume precious hearts and minds. Who will deny we will wish for no more tomorrows. For today’s desires of tomorrows exist in daily … More When Tomorrow Comes!
Greed scatters belligerent seeds worldwide in amounts little and great indeed, not impeding hatred’s fast-spreading weeds; “from large-scale diamond trading by military and political leaders to village-level pillage by youths with guns.” Even the children tote weaponry, though, not-in-fun. “Civil wars… cruel, bloody operations… result in thousands of deaths, sexual assaults, forced exile and, in … More Greed’s Spread of Deadly Weeds
No reversals; no stop
whether we sail or whether we dock.
The clock keeps tocking
while nations keep rocking the boat
gloating over tragedies; widening the moat.
So harsh the sound of human failures.
Splashing the oceans with oily endeavors.
… More Watch
An ever lengthening smoky train
traveling iron rails
transmitting high voltage
of celebrities who’ve curried fame
then jetting rockets sparked their name
as fleeting stars once overhung
and rising ones still overhang. … More Dear Mortals
Self-control … A Hero As a Red kite aspires to fly higher still his wings tilted upwards life requires us to acquire patience skills: “For everything there is an appointed time…, a time to keep and a time to throw away” too many marbles rolling to the edges frays a soul; kills merriness of … More Self-control … A Hero
Lashing out; haphazardly crashing violently against many sin urchins under these moonless skies
buoyed by those previously sunk or sadly sinking amidst a turbulent sea of restless humanity
salty seaweed I swallowed
often substance until I’d eventually drown; sometimes praying: “just let me die!” as the cries and moans of my generational peers drone mournfully on and on … More Nevermore
[ Oh…how do I love thee ] Will mistakenly Shakespeare do to expound upon tis love that hath enduredthroughand over rocky terrains and gloriousSuns and moons has beclouded skies Spurned; washed tranquil til blue? No, for Elizabeth Barrett Browning knew of tis … too. She who wrote: How do I love thee. But for me … More [ Oh…how do I love thee ]
Leah’s Eyes [ edit ] I. Unloved as heat on a desert plain Upon my breast no favor claimed As in a tent cuddled she cooed Her beauty my position shooed As chaff on a swirling twirling wind. My lot as second commences. Ends. II. In the twilight of our lives Forgotten deceitful lies … More Leah’s Eyes