[At Least Casey Digs me.]
Sparrows Sparrows fly the Tao, Ox to Nature's troughs─ Under Burden's brow Confucius scoffs. An Age Comes of Age The great religious Middle Age saw love within and dreamt its source herein above. Then poets hardly wrote a line it seems without the Christian ethic in their themes. But Shadows drift: artists learned of Classic madness and eyed the light divine on earthly gladness. Bamboo Pausing before Tang Mi's bamboos, Admiring the deceptive tautness in his brush, I remember the Way: All things are one, Not one, None. Conceit O were the poet that enviable page Absorbing warm, probing eyes; Compelling them never to disengage From the print of romantic guise! Gem Poetry, a priceless gem─ Whether you're a critic or not─ Can scorn the soul with apothegm And cut through Babel's polyglot.
Warm Monday Weekends once brimming with love's pleasant labors Are now perceived as love unemployed In contrast to the week's nuances of discovery Swirling in their minds together with expectations Of exciting Monday filling the void.
Blind Date They met blindly and fell blindly; By meeting they discovered a precious thing, By falling they rose to the highest rung Perceiving the meaning of a ring-- Two bent lines meeting to form one. |
Bard's Temple unchecked like colts alien to rope, Sacred Is The Bagel God's wrath upon the blasphemous mart which dares suggest the symmetry of art be altered by the unholy square─ a bagel without its convoluting flair and nucleonic hole is a body without a soul! Charon Charon pilots the unconscious deadly mist; The psyche's stunned─blank pages on the lexicon. Proud reason is forsaken─adrift the stygian stealth. Desolation, dread, enshrouds the routed spirit, Addled by fickle, brutalizing gods.
Autumn's Zephyr Slacks up, shoes in hand, They trek the dune's sallow band As Autumn's zephyr drifts In an almost silent surf Far from social rifts And noisy traffic's turf. They comb uncrowdéd sands So they in quiet quest Can sort their private plans, On how to put to test Their love till now unspent, Untouched by ornament.
Gift of Belief Some men as indeed most women are given the piety to believe without needing the presence of God, though starving souls on Christmas do perceive His residence. But when one struggles to arrest the clock that chips away at stolen interims contrived by lovers' underhanded schemes, pursuit of spirit, God, the Tao, the One dampens what psychic satisfaction there is from non-tactile creed when one is walled within a wintry cell while outside this wailing wall, mortared by callous hands of Time, lay the true but phantom piety of a summer's subliminal love. |
Kindle the Heart Eyes searching the class─ how often they tried not to light upon those hazel stars blinking limpid chemistry substratal, unthinkable, reticently beautiful! Only a saintly fool or demon hypocrite could reject that glow with cool heart unpumped for this iridescence crowding out the gray kindling of romance. You Ain't No Queen No use playing games─ I ain't no pawn─ You ain't no queen.
Rainbow is somewhere─ for Dorothy─ Umbrella for you.
No use gettin' high─ Don't need no fix─ When I'm around.
Why rise for dawn?─ Life's in cold gray─ Van Gogh's not real.
No use riding clouds─ Bed here on earth─ You ain't no star. Get off the dream─ I ain't Romeo─ You ain't Juliet. Lao tzu Swaying with flowers nodding to the breeze, Humming with birds in protective elms, I dissolve in Lao tzu's bold untold.
Copyright © "70,'99 Richard R. Kennedy. All rights reserved. Revised:
Mary A name as plain as Mary, nevertheless--and wary the bearer stirs the latent with questionable intent-- gives manna to his unnotable life. For, truly is her name proud and rife with heritage, sensitivity and love befitting this darling turtle dove.
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