The Polite Sea
By the polite sea I rest,
Engaging in attention
And words. By the sea
I lay, by the sea I pray,
Dropping my elbows and words
Onto her sand.
By the amorous sea
I dream. And dream. And dream.
I love the sea. I love the sea.
She is quiet and polite
Tenderly allowing me permission
Sea War's Widow
The sea sleeps with silent battles,
Such force met with the waiting widow.
Her smile as slow as the tides, rising.
She tunes her patience with stormy petrel songs
And here she accompanies hope,
Warm, in her blanket of dreams,
Eyeing the sea, the husband,
And its raging possibilities.
And here the sea returns her smile
Chanting her husband’s name,
His path, his death, his victories.
Rising and rolling and breaking,
Polishing his name like a spear
Straight through her hopes.
And she cries.
Mother Theresa's 'Poezia
Release me, oh God,
From the desire to be adored,
From the desire to be exalted,
From the desire to be honored,
From the desire to be applauded,
From the desire to be ranked
From the desire to be sought after for advice,
From the desire to be commended,
From the desire to be famous,
From the fear of being disdained,
From the fear of being disparaged
From the fear of being denounced
From the fear of being repellent
From the fear of being forgotten
From fear of collapsing under dishonesties.
From the fear of being mocked,
From the fear of being suspicioned!
Hardest to Forgive
My heart wants a metaphor
Loud and wide
A long river of confidence
(A virtuoso of love)
To ride inside you.
And through you
As it fills through me.
A beautiful metaphor
Locked inside my skin.
My blood swirls for you
Deep into the stems and limbs
Of frozen grammar.
My grammar unhinged
From my intellect and calm
The basest form I cover
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This yellow sweet anthem of spring is nearing
Sung and played by the Green Mistress's steering
Of mated birds and collected hives
This busy song, her ode to maple lives.
Frothing from her mother-bark's leaf
Is this sole drop, wet and golden and candy sweet.
How delicious for her to swallow all in her path,
To collect and drown their secret wrath...
Then forth she wanders, glassy and bubbling,
With stolen specks of silent troubling...
Frozen conspiracies and shadowed fights,
Arousing this nature's cast of caramel light.
The poor mass of humbled beings broken by her design,
Will illustrate the price of what's physically benign.
This maturing candy rock of once silent sweet flirt,
Will allow you to flavor those souls she had hurt.
Ode to the Mother
Two angels sit in your womb,
& in their rosy chamber
They weigh your name
Like rhyming treasures:
“If there were a word, mightier
Than Love, ‘Mother’
Would be mightier, & far more
Loyal. & if a single word
Can command from Kings
A pause or tear, what word
Is greater, & far more dear? ’”
“A word far loftier
Than that humble praise, ”
The other angel plays.
“’Fate’ hangs high above
This cradle in which we stir,
& concurs all kings, both vile
& sincere. Fate concurs all,
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