Yamazakura-- children of tomorrow in a kamikaze world. #senryu#haiku
unborn stars wait for the night sky to open this holding of time in the mauve of night like irises promenading in an indigenous cosmogony Selene tiptoes in crowning the darkness her primitive light in a brooding ebon sky novae fusion flames an astral explosion like an epiphany rush in the inception of galaxies the universe releases its very own verse an anemone oracle.
eyes wedded to love in night's solstice as mòonligt pours its silver glow souls take a rebirth in love's rite nourishing a rainbow's breath where peace holds the heart weeping tender praying for that one dream.
arithematics of war casualties raise number bar genocide of the people humanity becomes a cripple peace encrypted brutality depicted annihilation decoded political aphorism encoded civilians under siege chemicals, incendiary besiege wide-eyed watching the offense civilization without defense splintered battered conflict generations ruined, pyrrhic afflict if there was hell on earth one must see Syria's hearth. olcici
I freefall into magnolia dreams Feeling the rush of incarnadine. Turning daydreams into lines Erasing the doubt that defines. Hueing the birth of poetry As syllables snuggle this coterie. I catch broken pieces of my poem Freeing from angst of my roam. Stars word-play in my ear Lunar rhythms lumiere. I spell musical sounds of my words Push touch ivory of notes curved. I walk into a library of heartstrings Pull out a diary to see what memories bring. I blink into a life that has bruised me Finding solace in my strength's beauty.
In mellow of eventide Night scatters aural I meander in moonlight's breath Time is undefined in the night A delirious escape From day's restless spree. Moonbeams fragile rays Wrap my hair in silken gauze Jewelled stars begin to gleam Soaking my breath in amber scents Clouds cradle darkness As shadows bend and dim Unraveling Wyrd Under a mildewed marquee Where reveries bequeath Velvet hope. An emblazoned wind Spins aural Runes quiver..
Rhyming conversation with Charlie Zero The Poet Me: charlie, do you ride a Harley? Charlie: No, I don't ride a Harley, why? Me: No, I was just rhyming you.. Charlie: No, I don't ride a Harley, why? Charlie: If I do, I'll play some Bob Marley. Me: I'll get you a bowl of barley. Charlie: With the voice of Paul McCartney. Me: And scren presence of Ben Kingsley. Charlie: Whose fears nest in the eyes of John Hinckley. Me: John's forehead going all crinkly. Charlie: Through his dark featherless soul shines wrinkly. Me: Tiptoeing out of his body nimbly. Charlie: A curse upon his karma, simply. Me: No Nirvana, clearly. Charlie: I agree with the utmost breathless sincerely. Me: you believe in this quite dearly, Charlie.... Bless you, Charlie.