I Chop Some Parsley While Listening To Art Blakey's Version Of "Three Blind Mice"
And I start wondering how they came to be blind.
If it was congenital, they could be brothers and sister,
and I think of the poor mother
brooding over her sightless young triplets.
Or was it a common accident, all three caught
in a searing explosion, a firework perhaps?
If not,
if each came to his or her blindness separately,
The Glove
PETER RONSARD _loquitur_.)
``Heigho!'' yawned one day King Francis,
``Distance all value enhances!
``When a man's busy, why, leisure
``Strikes him as wonderful pleasure:
`` 'Faith, and at leisure once is he?
``Straightway he wants to be busy.
``Here we've got peace; and aghast I'm
``Caught thinking war the true pastime.
Glove, The
(PETER RONSARD _loquitur_.)
``Heigho!'' yawned one day King Francis,
``Distance all value enhances!
``When a man's busy, why, leisure
``Strikes him as wonderful pleasure:
`` 'Faith, and at leisure once is he?
``Straightway he wants to be busy.
``Here we've got peace; and aghast I'm
``Caught thinking war the true pastime.
Performance
I starred that night, I shone:
I was footwork and firework in one,
a rocket that wriggled up and shot
darkness with a parasol of brilliants
and a peewee descant on a flung bit;
I was blusters of glitter-bombs expanding
to mantle and aurora from a crown,
I was fouéttes, falls of blazing paint,
para-flares spot-welding cloudy heaven,
! What The ****? !
All was quiet in the Garden of Eden
and not a fig-leaf stirred...
but after the Fall of Man
(usually forwards and enthusiastically, we note)
literature
required some word for what happens
when evening falls, the curfew tolls the knell of parting day,
lovers begin to nuzzle, friends
remember a prior engagement, journalists
Divide Two Lights (Between Me)
By walking days
Tirelessly on the months' cycle
Yet completing another year circle
For another run ready to come
To be in my life journey
A new chapter for me
Pages to be revealed
My unwritten story
Days in mystery
In a draft of destiny
Fire Fighting
Sometimes house or straw- heap catch a fire,
Due to children's fire play or firework without care.
Within a twinkle of eye fire plays with fuel,
It spreads flame wide and high and does cruel.
People rush to the fire place with outcry,
To fight with fire sincerely they do try.
Buckets and buckets of water they do sprinkle,
Dastardly person can't go near but does twinkle.
Someone Who Is Like No One
I had a dream,
someone will come.
I had a dream,
someone is coming- for sure.
I had a dream about a red star,
And my eyes are blinking all the time,
And my steps join up, out of the blue.
I swear to God!
A Timed Sonnet*
The days, invariably, quickly pass.
Natures care not to amend tiresome hours
Hiding, lurking, sleeping. Casting away
From mortal shores. Trespassing. Always gray.
Unmindful of colorful patterning
Lives, as a rule, require. Preservation
Of the soul in brilliant tapestries needs
Flowering crescendos, not boring weeds.
At War
The sound of guns
Could be heard everywhere
There was no immediate hope of peace
Neither for the young nor for the old
Shivering out there in the cold
Even in the dark and dank air-raid shelter
The frightened people ran helter-skelter
Fears and tensions rose high
As military flares lit up the sky
This was no firework display
Portrait Of A Barmaid
Metallic waves of people jar
Through crackling green toward the bar
Where on the tables chattering-white
The sharp drinks quarrel with the light.
Those coloured muslin blinds the smiles,
Shroud wooden faces in their wiles —
Sometimes they splash like water (you
Summer Rain
Outside it rains
Sitting in my porch I watch,
The elements mix and mingle
Kneading the pulverized dust
This is summer rain.
It comes and goes
Like teenage romance
Licking rising flames of heat
The Deodand
What are these women up to? They’ve gone and strung
Drapes over the windows, cutting out light
And the slightest hope of a breeze here in mid-August.
Can this be simply to avoid being seen
By some prying femme-de-chambre across the boulevard
Who has stepped out on a balcony to disburse
Her dustmop gleanings on the summer air?
And what of these rugs and pillows, all haphazard,
Here in what might be someone’s living room
In the swank, high-toned sixteenth arrondissement?
' The Voice In The Storm '
Gazing through the window at the rain
I wondered from where the rain came.
Then a voice said to me ‘It’s sucked up from the sea,
or do you believe that old wives tale that it is angels wee.
You have heard the story of Noah’s Ark,
that was certainly no walk in the park
and no it was’nt incontinent angels that did it for a lark.
Suddenly the peace was shattered by thunder,
yes the thunder made me wonder, is God angry?
Hardcastle Crags
Flintlike, her feet struck
Such a racket of echoes from the steely street,
Tacking in moon-blued crooks from the black
Stone-built town, that she heard the quick air ignite
Its tinder and shake
A firework of echoes from wall
To wall of the dark, dwarfed cottages.
But the echoes died at her back as the walls
Gave way to fields and the incessant seethe of grasses
Whilst Flying.
A moonless night, and in mid-air flight
The pilot dimmed plane's internal light
To see, unseen cosmic sight.
.............................
Eighty thousand feet up in the air.
Higher than anything flying there,
Gave sky-view of a scene so rare.
............................
Gleaming expanse of the Milky Way.
Brilliant white-striped delight, and swaying
Haiku - 99 Clouds Mesmerizes
behind the mountains
floating clouds mesmerizes
firework in the sky
Haiku: Nature & Life- 5
1. Black bat
Looking at
White squirrel.
2. Beckoning
Carpet grass
Summer love.
3. Birth and death
Firework
Commerce
The snarled monogamy
needs a firework.
A solitary moon walks on a lake
nonchalantly.
The marriage
between the planet and moon
was falling apart.
In amphora lies the secret
I Heard A Shot
I Heard A Shot
I heard a shot
I said
there are many more
quite a very lot
are you sure you heard that shot?
that sound is from a firework, Sir
certainly, those sounds are an err