Aquired Fire
The land aflame
a legend of blaze
Magical men
and horses to amaze
refusing saddles
and riding soldiers
Pegasus scorned
no monster looming
wisdom refuted
in sinful fuming
damsels running
as cities smoulder
but hellish caverns
beckon to capture
as we falsely believe
in literal rapture
winged and fearless
our spirit attacks
a stallions hearth
and flare turned black
DBP 7-20-14
World to Come
Tomorrow in eternity...
an aspect of time
no different than destiny
the day after
or perhaps yesterday
two days ago, I thought
about the next day, I sought
which was offing
at one time, a minute ago
I considered this challenge
reminiscing of past aftertimes
Was the following day
a surprise to allay?
Living up to expectations
or a disappointment
a result of lacking committment
or a victimization
Learning to be no immolation
whether millenium
futurity
prospection or infinity
tomorrow is a poem,
a song or a kiss
that joins me in
my burgeoning abyss
swimming to subsequence
visiting creations
of humans and gods
as midnight strikes, in vastation
the sun'll come out
bet your bottom dollar
clearing cobwebs and sorrow
giving love to borrow
as if each by and by
is a new planting, of my
posturous seed anew
hereafter
DBP 6-19-14
Flight in Pitch
I love the airless night
answering prayers in flight
and questioning aspirations
setting a ghostly table of intrigue
Sleeping so still
or restless a anticipation of will
A club that swings
music mingling in mishief
a time to absorb seclusion
taking in tranquility
Imagining no ceiling or bars
searching for stars
lying with a friend
ground-breaking inhibition
a coverless respite on the beach
the mundane to impeach...mere darkness?
or a state of mind
after twelve, like Magellan
exploring coasts anew
the triffids are open till dew
pod-like invitations
not infinite but free
as if the new day
is enriched debris
because evening is a globe
circling the hinterland
senses more acute and errant
possibilities more apparent
the living dead
arouse me, no dread
they seem to be comrades
my arms upheld
as if to embrace
but with convention arrives the sun
and I celebrate each day so won
as a climax to the prelude of night
DBP 6-23-14
Heading Out
Everyone says heading out
do I have a disease?
I'm afraid to sneeze
no time to walk
or having a talk
going somewhere
where is this special place
that seems to be a race
it's a disgrace
they must have a minute
That much in a hurry
makes me worry...
probably a TV show
its so nice to know
I'm that important
"gotta go"
does that mean bathroom?
I guess I should go with the flow
"say hi to everyone for me"
I will, gladly
if I can remember your name
"I'll call you"
where I have heard that before?
bye, and nothing more
I sound like I'm whining
but I can't talk now
going dining
DBP 6-23-14
MMMMM
sometimes the mood
for coq au vin so stewed
oysters rockefeller
or Masala Dosas
flaming morning crepes
lime tinged yoghurt awaits
brandied cherries
all so chic
but as the June sun shines
and the barbeque sits maligned
I ponder the sounds
of the grill asizzle
smokey mustard
sweet onions
some smooth cheddar, so creamy and white
a zesty sauce of chili, flavor so bright
juicy medium ground
salted and peppered
cloves of garlic
aromantic comfort abounds
Yukon gold
with skins of honey
strips cut thin
and deep fried and sunny
immaculate convection
my lips kissing
the calabrese confection
so warm and fun
I'm having two
decadence ensues
Burger and Fries
please join me too!
6-19-14
The Taffeta Flea Swallower
neither primordial
or one-eyed ordeal
a Cyclian marvel
the Ecuadorian silky
its coat so opaque and mellow
the grey and yellow
of the seed pod fibers
dancing in the creepers
so invisibly masked, to be
the sprawling silk cotton tree
it's silvery sheen and brownish streaks
and soles as red as berries
scanning with it's lasar-like eyes
beset in it's gigantic crown
curled in a tight golden ball
awaiting the night's surprise
to plundering misty mangroves
and arborous rainforests
feasting on ants and woody vines
the continuous canopy dines
an luscious umbrella
from which never to descend
they dance trance-like
over the jaguarian jungle hike
so solitary and benign
single young so fine
nesting in the cadaverous leaves
beds made in windowless cavities
pillowed in neoteric down
hawks and harpy eagles frown
but sharp claws deter
as they twist around tributary roots
the Oaxacan pygmy flock
the Miocene of Argentina
announcing the epoch
wagging it's prehensile tail
DBP 6-19-14
The Childhood of Man
memories of consolence
being held with a cut knee
open arms so I can climb the fence
a supportive visit to my teacher
a polite correction of my naivete
careful tact at romance
the gradual evolution
and my exhibition of impatience
they watched my baby motions
and my angry strides
now I realize, a guiding light
the door ajar but a secure potion
brother and sister not mocking
but blinded by youth
and my own doubts and balking
intellectual comfort
musical meanderings
and a try at political boat-rocking
nervous first dates
ever changing dreams
the floor of my room creates
uneveness for my feet
was there a level road
my signposted name a harbinger waits?
symbols of manhood
beer and inhibition
class clown recital, I would
display an anxious flame aflicker
resisting convention
and lonely I stood
an age of adulthood in store
some questions answered, but
responsibilties open door
an avalanche of remonstrance
I still thought I was a child
but I wasn't anymore
DBP 6-18-14
The Legend of the Last Chance Saloon
the low crowned bowler
seen in the stark distance
he comes closer in an instance
Sabino hooves raising the dust
the pants so rivetted
a shirt of cavalry torn
surviving a battle reborn
slaughtered Kiowa and Comanche
next on the slate, Tombstone
Jim "Spike" Kennedy, notorious, renown
preparing for the showdown
at the "Last Chance Saloon"
he tugs at his "wild rag"
collecting his faro shares
friend Wyatt downs his well-proofed wares
his hand nervous at his hip
a nod from Bat, a loaded gun
mastering his poise
Spike was coming, for
his final chance for spirit and fun
the impending prohibitive border
to the vast Indian territoty
of drunken posses so weathered
and scar-torn tribes defeathered
the lawman recalls, memories of Heinold's
"First and Last Chance"
before the captain's blockade
and his greed for commodity enfolds
a Jack London toast
and night of poetic blasphemy and boast
the bandit arrived
given his mandatory ultimatum
no obedience enroled
and a battle of wrists
it was Spike's last chance
and as it was told
his last stand
DBP 6-11-14
RESCUE(D)
My first thoughts inquire
is rescue me
a request from a friend
lost in self-worthlessness
or a cry out from me
to be blanketed in comfort
I suppose, as I reminisce
I can answer to both
the opportunity to cradle
the kindred spirit lost in space
my cry for brakes
to stop the downhill race
the how to is so intricate
as to require simplicity
"I am here for you"
is sometimes all that is curing
"give me the strength"
our request of luring
as I write I smile
not in conceit or pride
but in thankfulness and joy
I sense the accommodation
to be tossed in a pond
in an act of encircling preservation
But that is only secured
by the love and kindness
of universal hearts so charmed
whose tranquility and passion
increase the ration
of embracing arms
6-14-14
Araulio's Pool
thoughts of who I am
am I no one?
a "thing" with a name
an apparition or phantasm
nicely wrapped to show
in Amextiomarus' bow
is my body travelling
along Abandinis' river
to be transformed
a fish of Icaunus?
an after-life to claim
that changes my name...
I do not know who I am
but others do
a social adhesive
never to forget
those who prehended
different boulevards attended
but ones that left enough shoulder
to allow me to share
sometimes tears
but often celebration
conflicts resolved
guilt absolved
when Condatis greets me
when my passing is to be
he will tell me
who and what I am
but for now, as I aught
I embrace my thoughts...
of love for others
and am festive in my thanks
for those gifts
I have been given
in humble quantity
Belanus' immunity
DBP 6-17-14
Anatomy of a Tale
Tales for sale
professors like to blueprint
hypothetical presentation
evidence of supposition
proof of confirmation
long or short
protagonists for our empathy
and victims for our sympthy
a moralistic fable
or the tears and laughter of a family saga
Unexplained mythical mysteries so grand
tiny images from Fairyland
the tradition and community of folklore
and the comedy of errors nears
slapped and sparked by contrasting fears
overcoming the monster
with unknown courage
and rising from rags to riches
the holy quest, decried by witches
an adventurous voyage and exposing return
a tragic villain falling from grace
and final redemption
twists and turns, irony in rhyme
violent or sublime
the pages turn so swiftly
read and listen, feel and share
fathoming in depths of joy and despair
the story never begins or parts
Floating, Blossoming
as it is watered by the heart
DBP 6-4-14
Fawgg
An afternoon in Aug
I sat on a log
in the fog
imperiled with smog
thinking about a bog
what makes it different
from a marsh or a swamp
I was agog
then thinking...the life of a frog
a polliwog
than an amphibious hog
a slimy demogogue
so...I petted my dog
and thought, is he a cog
or just a lazy parasite
with little in his nog
but a friend he was, never to flog
I sipped on my grog
should I go for a jog
or just a slog in my clogs?
So home we went
and how it rained...I was asogg
in front of my laptop I sat
checking my blog
and planning a trip
to Prague
DBP 6-4-14
The Naked Dance
The music so slow and graceful
the movement
almost parayzed
the strings ride the waves
of passion and truth
as the bodies confide
not hidden in disguise
a quiet drumbeat
signals primation
a beginning not remembered
but a sense so poignant
caressing our sensuality
our tactility fructifying
as two become one
and the exotic melody
descends in cadenza
the sweat so resinous
the love so ardent
DBP 6-7-14
DBP 6-9-14
The Narrow Way
On my way
a wide path
worn by feet and tires
as the bold untrampled centermost
attempts to match its bordering briers
so I excurse
sometimes enjoying to stroll
on the overgrown middlemost
so pleasant to the sole
as I carom and tarry
I meet a tributary
tapering and threadlike
an unwinding spool
of weeds and mire
meandering
shores unmarked
fortressed by trees of deer-rubbed bark
with waves of smooth rock
surprising my toes
occassionally barricaded by soma and brush
sleeping on the strollway
digesting it's punkish mush
my thoughts inquire
a return to the paramount
a bog might appear
maybe just a receding line, to knolls
wildflowers and gopher holes
the adventure spread and swelled
as the passage precariously precised
direction unsure
nature's village so pure
so as my final moments and steps
incurred bramble
and threatening ivy
a piercing ray of light engaged
and eminently announces a stage
Players so fine;
a choir of geese above
a pondorous pool of rock-black water
a row of jack pine
leaning like a chorus line
smooth gem-like promontories
delineating the shores as they darn
each sock of bays
and the sea of stars flickering
through morning's haze
blanketed on the crystal tarn
and well off in the distant pass
a glossy red canoe
is slicing throught the glass
as it prepares a window to my world