Six Poems from Lyricism to Satire

Six Poems from Lyricism to Satire
(Feelings and opinions and Fun poetry)

1

wild-blackberries

if the
blue
sky opens
a little
we will
have
lots of
sun tomorrow
an
d if
t
he blue sky
C
L
O
S
E


#1714 3-5-2007


2

iraqi war


weight
less
puppet on
a string

a
long way
ba
ck
home
fo
r
many.

war’s
am
big
u
ity….

#1715

3

old

to
o
ol
d
to
se
e

t
he
t
r
ees
in front
o
f thy…!


#1713


4

lazy

to
o
la
z
y
to
se
e
t
he
th
Ie
f
in fron
t of
you…!


#1716


5

The Last of Light

In the last of light
(a briefness)
Between day and night
(I sit on my roof—watching
Night come in).

Out of a tomb like sky
A strange hand seems to reach
Pulling an eyeless twilight ((rising))
Like a shade closing—until it
Flat-lines (to its death)

The chatting sounds of:
Horns, people, birds and dogs—
Dies; I hear only footsteps now,
Somewhere down below.

In the last of light
My world is twitching
All around me…
Ludicrously!

#1712


6

Goodbye Zaneta

Goodbye Zaneta, goodbye…! with only
memories left (dance, sing and be, while
you can): erase me out from your diary—
(from your heart, within your breast),
as you have done with your family and friends.
But keep your head held high (chin up as
I taught you: by and by) don’t drink too much,
don’t smoke the pot, it’s all I ask of you—
the last applause, the final curtain—not far off,
one by one bound we must come, at dusk
or dawn, smiling or gray faced, but we come;
so, hold your head up, as you were taught,
chin up, death will be no stranger. Ask God!
If I could go and take your hands, I would,
Yes, oh yes, if only I could, I’d say: “Lord,
accept her with all happiness,” but then,
you are not me and He shall turn His face—
unseen things, remain unseen.

#1717