THE BIRTHRIGHT
Across antiphonal streams
I hear his frantic beat
As he stomps and taps around
With his loud loud feet.
I hear his years of Armageddon
For Napoleon
And listen to his ladyfriends
While traveling in Ceylon.
I sense ancestral paragon
Etching novel verse,
His thoughts so old and challenging,
I think I am his curse.
I underline his score within
My chromosomal sea;
Attempt to scan the birthright,
Legate the legacy.
I shout aloud his passions
Which now I count my own:
"My father! My father!
The DNA remembers
What the world has never known!"
Tempest and Love
Here comes worry
In black snake skin,
Zazzling in on the tempo
Of temper's sure fire;
Sailing with a bang
Like noisy winged serpents
In a holly tree.
And here comes love,
Waiting in white soliloquy
Like a tree surviving affront
Of an awful tide,
Standing calm in the after-silence
Of a spring rain.
Pen of My Mind
I would give you the
Pen of my mind
Seeing you are like the
Flash of the rainbow
Ready to whither into transient cloud
Or like the glint on
Holiday roses--
Which no one notices
Exactly when it stops shining:
I would let you handle me;
I would let you know my loves
And measure as trained logic
Would measure and keep.
I would.
But then you would not want
To give my essential me back
And I would then become
The straight blade in the
Grasses I think of me as;
And like the last moment of Sun
On the erratic mouth of the sky
I would flick,
And then be gone.
--thank you, shapelessevan.