In the quiet of Mother Nature, In her bosom a complacent lullaby, A song that tames the passion, An air that dissolves the run of p… A lullaby to sleep of all anxiety,
Languid words laying flat on the p… not moving but telling a story, data sent out in cold coffins strapped in with black and blacker… with dead roses still clinging to…
Oh Divine Music Oh sweet divine music You speak to me With your exotic chants You leave me bewildered
Hands From the dust of the ground he aro… With appendages reaching out and Moving his body wherever he desire… Thus, he became the image of his c…
What a stupid poem this is. When I read it, you don’t have to listen to it. You can go to sleep or write something. Anything would be better than this stupid thing. When I wrote it, I t...
Pockets with pants hanging on them Pants with talking pockets all aro… Talking pockets that laugh at your… Pockets with many laughs and arms Arms that gather up the pockets
Shoes that float on rhythmic air, that cling to her melodic feet, slaves of the music slavers attentive to the calling, dancing into the majestic wilds
From the diary of a sage I became an intellectual stranger in a new land, endowed with another language
The inside voice in an outside man Of stammering speech as life began… A child of the times but a father… A rapid advancement as the years s… Calling heaven’s language from dee…
Air upon air and sound upon sound As music floats and swirls around Sorrow upon sorrow and tears upon… As the music sinks in from externa… Notes upon notes and music upon mu…
This poet lives in the world but i… aware of the trauma but not caught… free to choose his own world and d… free to choose how deep to plunge into his observations,
In Professor Lee’s boring history… There sat Mary, a breathtaking la… With her mind wandering upon a lak… But all the guys surely wide awake… With her skirts hiked above her kn…
Gravitation Your eyes that grabbed a hold of m… Casting nets into an open sea Blowing kisses like the wind in th… Like roving zephyrs and softened g…
As the old looks upon the young in the same manner when they were… under the influence of controlling… those primal urges, those invading sexual desires,
Penetrating eyes, emphatic oceans, slavers of the drifting seafarers, dominating beacons shining brightl… with eyes of steel and feathers an… in volumes of mystery and wonder,