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HeLift up the veils that darken the delicate moonof thy glory and grace,Withhold not, O love, from the nightof my longing the joy of thy luminous face,Give me a spear of the scented keoraguarding thy pinioned curls,Or a silken thread…
In sorrow of her bereavementWhat longer need hath she of lovelinessWhom Death has parted from her lord’s caress?Of glimmering robes like rainbow-tangled mist,Of gleaming glass or jewels on her wrist,Blossoms or fillet-pearls to deck her head,Or jasmine garlands to adorn…
O Bird of Time on your fruitful boughWhat are the songs you sing? . . .Songs of the glory and gladness of life,Of poignant sorrow and passionate strife,And the lilting joy of the spring;Of hope that sows for the years unborn,And…
American DetectivesNever remove their hatsWhen investigating murdersIn other people’s flats. P.S. Chinese TecsAre far more dreaded!And they always appearBare-headed!
There will be a time when it will end.Be it partingBe it deathSo each passing minute with you Pendulummed with sadness.So many timesI looked long into your face. I could hear the clock ticking.
Unaware of my crime they stood me in the dock.I was sentenced to life…. without her.Strange trial. No judge. No jury.I wonder who my visitors will be.
Pass by citizendon’t look left or rightKeep those drip dry eyes straight aheadA tree? Chop it down—it’s a dangerto lightning!Pansies calling for water,Let ’em die- queer bastards—Seek comfort in the scarlet, laboursaving plastic roseFresh with the fragrance of Daz!Sunday! Pray…
Somewhere at some timeThey committed themselves to meAnd so, I was!Small, but I WAS!Tiny, in shapeLusting to liveI hung in my pulsing cave.Soon they knew of meMy mother—my father.I had no say in my beingI lived on trustAnd loveTho’ I…
Two children (small), one Four, one Five,Once saw a bee go in a hive,They’d never seen a bee before!So waited there to see some more.And sure enough along they cameA dozen bees (and all the same!)Within the hive they buzzed…
There are holes in the skyWhere the rain gets inBut they’re ever so smallThat’s why the rain is thin.