Aura of Autumn
Above brown and gold leaves fly,
Pumpkins’ glowing eyes.
Adam and my Eve
What shall you realize first
Coffee, tea, or you
Sip it deliberately
And know not emptiness.
Genghis Khan was born,
Gripping a blood clot in hand.
But Love Child more bold,
And if I can say more cold,
Grasped I.U.D. dripping blood.
A picture of loveliness is she,
In a gown revealing all her humility.
Gingerly she steps and whirls,
With that mirthful blush of little girls.
Brilliant and starry are her eyes,
Her lips are crimson as the sunrise.
Gracefully she moves to a musical beat,
And melodious lyrics her voice utters so sweet.
Nimble and Quick
It’s the first Olympics on the moon,
And the crowd is all in helmets and suits.
Out walks the champion at the crack of noon,
And kicks the moon-dust from his boots.
The pole-vault is the upcoming event,
But no high bar is seen in the sky.
Aloft in a rocket module the champion went,
To his homebound spacecraft flying high.
The Eye of a Needle
God, tell me the mystery of your will.
For as far as I can see is your majesty.
The desert is as small as the eye of a needle.
And it is, in this paradise, a travesty.
The flowing springs are sparkling clear and cool,
And they water the green foliage and flowers.
From hill to hill, beauty is on display,
And, in every direction, proof of your growing powers.
Nymphs, of course, take all the money,
And it turns into plutonium like its funny.
The plutonium fuels the nuclear power,
And vapor explodes from the tower.
The steam engine starts to spin,
With the alternator hooked in.
The current flows like the ocean,
Putting the machinery into motion.
The machine gets to oscillating the lamp,
And nymphs go marching down the ramp.
From the ambience of the boundless sky,
A twinkling and perfect bronze star,
As if a saint had gotten spry
And left the everlasting ajar.
The splendor of the palace beds
On the corner of the firmament
Where ice cloud and star weds,
Beyond all chills of any extent.
The twilight verse of the turtledove
Awakens us at morning's dawn
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We met—my love and I—at a cozy bus depot.
Throbbing with desire, she strolled into my arms.
Once our hearts knew immense delight, we both know.
She is my bonne vivante of fanciest charms.
A gentle kiss we shared for sweet remembering.
With the golden future of nostalgia warming our merriment,
The fervor of the heavens her voice began to sing,
With her song she undresses the sky like undraping firmament.
Desire So Deep
We are but isles in the sea of storms,
Thrown out asea to deal with our qualms.
And how my soul wishes to see, once more,
Those lush hills rising on your shore.
Your lacy trees laden with nature’s bliss,
Fruit as sweet as a maiden’s kiss.
But our realms are cleaved by stormy gales
And waves beyond the dream of sails.
Yet your lighthouse glows in the dawn,
And there is life eternal in your heart’s song.