'Errors, like straws, upon the surface flow,
He who would search for pearls must dive below, '
JONH DRYDEN... more »
My door was shut and so were the windows,
I could hear in my kitchen, a big blast in Belfast,... more »
You badly crippled the big Red Bear with clues,
As Napoleon assassinated Trotsky and his views,... more »
What am I lady Lai?
I swing I sway, how far I go deep?
I feel frail, but again I sail... more »
It is not a wonder It is not strange
It is not an orange it is a small sponge
That absorbs the high blue sea
Do you know what is it Mr. Arrange... more »
I am the subdued latent dream of Jallalabad
I am the inforfeited rebellious splashing blood... more »
How much is left for morrow?
That day never comes, you know,
you look ahead it looks narrow,
We're but plethora of tales, much ado,... more »
The roads untrodden
Folks ask which way is more modern
I say on this matter I still ponder... more »
The Teacher said
'Look, we write 'man' and they write 'Man''
The teacher said while the film is on... more »
Go boothward young doves then fly
And ram that polling slot with a nay
A no for any veto no for any delay
And fie for that Novemberous dismay... more »
Tell me something about the other day
Tell me how we missed the joy yesterday
If you couldn't write about that mix... more »
Few words suffice to umbosom
Though I still say I am alright
Every minute straw is a microcosm
Of an invisible gory damn plight... more »
A Good Friend on the Net
A good friend on the net …why not?
A new face that you trace,... more »
So sweet you were that night
The sea breeze was so tender
And the full moon so bright
Much of that past will linger... more »
The Spirit Lah Lah
Where is it the free spirit I once lost?
The dear treasure I had ignored most
I know not the finale of this keen quest
Is it deep underneath or above Everest?
I fetched all through the earth and at last
Nothing is to be done, alas, it is then lost
It is not in my pocket, it is in vain tossed
In the middle of nowhere, too overcast
Where is that spirit if it is not really lost?
It is not in the banquet of the affluent host
It is not in the prizes of the Oscar contest
And never could it be in nooky whimsy blast
And in ...
What am I?
Am I the words I say
Or the words I don't say?
Am I my face in the mirror
Or another look behind my eye?
What am I if I am not
The pronouns I portray