Poem

She came back through the rain

She came back through the rain to me one day
During that summer when I used to sit
In that shelter on the edge of the park.
I can’t remember what the reason was


untitled for now (part 1)

To you my love, an expression of my soul:


An Uneven Split

Parting of the ways.


Tuesday Sonnet: Canzoniere

I want to write a sonnet to you, though
I’m not that into Petrarch (his lament
Can get repetitive, when its extent
Exceeds 300 sonnets), and I know

Now We Are Fifty

i'm not there yet, but I will be soon...
Glad I got this one off my chest...

Saturday Night, Sunday Morning

Taxi cab shimmer in
the street light glow
of a Saturday night,
spray painted people
like burnt hollow flames
licking at the curve
of a crumbling pavement,
the language of languid sirens

MY LOVE # 3

At the retail Olympics
You’d get your blue
You will always win
The race for shoes


HEAVENLY MARRIAGE

Marriages are made in heaven
The women tell the men


NUMBERS GAME

If seventy five percent of all
Accidents happen or befall


Never Slip Away

When the pain becomes too much
And the searching goes too deep
I slip away

When the thought of losing you kills me
And I can't stop crying
I slip away

I go to a place in the distance


Insanity

Funny how something so simple
Can be so complex.
Strange how a heartbeat
Can seem so scary.

But here I am with you
And I'm scared as I can be.
I've never been short on words


Dream

Last night I dreamt
That the sun was shining brightly.
And the flowers were all beautiful
And you were here with me.

And in that dream I saw
That your eyes shone with love.


Daybreak

Daybreak brings a hope so grand;
Only in our torn dreams brier roses
Untangling do we begin to understand?
What sparkle in the shadows composes
The lyrics on the wind quietly broken


To walk in nature as Wordsworth

“To walk in nature as Wordsworth; did,
To see the pensive stars in there grid
A Moon-white-ice-crimped lake
The hilltops burning, slowly; opaque
Ashen as autumns, burnished, reds


5

Thanks to a very kind friend, was able to attend last week's prom concert by the West-Eastern Divan Orchestra (that attempt by Daniel Barenboim to use his art towards conflict resolution).


Creation

quick splashes
of the mother boar
as she circles the pool in search of him
as she crosses the river

he reads time in the swaying of trees
and when, in the night, each star dies


Wash the streets

"Neighbourhood Watch is rubbish, how can a meerkat
see off a rottweiler?” I was dreaming at a beermat
of being Wat Tyler in a medieval queer hat,
spread-eagled on a castle

Lost Chances

When I think about what could have been
When I think about what I've missed,
When I think, I see your face.
To see your face, To hear your voice and to read your words,


You

When I saw this, I thought of you
When I saw this, Thats when I knew

The love I feel inside, I can no longer hide

When I saw this, I thought of you
When I saw this, I knew it true


4

We are that four – like Shakespeare’s and Lear’s women –
indefatigable, combined; two of us are sharp,
one wayward, one looking the other way.