terebinth

Terebinth Revisited
6-2-15


Another read, our John Keats
To sow the seed
To bring forth good eats
To fill the need of shoes with no need for cleats
A reason to bleed and to put on my bed clean sheets
It was another given
Where to action I am driven
An allusion to the worship of idols
Our terebinth of which we now become ashamed of
As soothsayers like the Philistines
I tasted all of those sweet wines
And I still rock on to this nostalgic sound at dawn
Here's one for all British poets
Trying to make their way onto the scene
Here's one according to what I intend and mean....
















Mako
6-2-15


To the eve of Saint Agnes
I know nothing about
But acknowledge
And for the ode of a Grecian urn
To autumn we make our way
On another dark and dreary but beautiful day
Melodic and rich in classical imagery
We never get around to him
One hour till departure
It's going to be another prolific and productive one
And no more such recrimination
An ode to Keats to befriend my Mako
And his symmetrical tail
Our mackerel shark that serves his purpose
In the kingdom today....








Circassia
6-2-15


For Efflugia and her invisible emanation
By the byproduct of all residue
I see an indigo light flash before me
In my dark room for Pittacus
Not for the intent of all that is facetious
Or even ambiguous
Take my hand and we will go there today
She said that I am becoming
I suppose this is a good thing
A mahogany wood thing
There will be sunshine after rain
and what is yours is as mine
For Efflugia nothing goes to waste
In the heart of the chaste
Of Circassian beauty
By the Black Sea
So it the real me..










Mala
6-2-15


O, Mala, O Maya
O, madness
O, joy in sadness
Psychadelic and epic
Is the old school sound
Yet androgyonous
Yet maintaining proper decorum
Not as one to judge
O, dukkah
O, dharma
Do my dirty work
Plenty of vessels of god's free choice
No more recrimination
It is not our place to twist my arm over
Beliefs said the cause ones suffering
Like attachments
O, circumcise yourselves
And purge away the dross
Toll that bell and come not down from your cross
O, Mala O Maya
This gift is well worth the price that I pay....










Much Bigger, The Picture
6-2-15


Could have stayed home to save my twenty dollars
But I had a need to go somewhere to acquire trash bags and sugar
And a picture painted much bigger
And for coffee and yogart
Fruit on the bottom I stock up
And before I go back out
I have one more cup
O, Pish such an interjection
For alligators and catfish
Survival of the fittest
O, make your wish
Ferine, untamed and feral as so named
Ascend to yourselves
And let us go into all defensed cities...