Wind and curtain
For all time
Wind and curtain
Ancient bell chimes

Wind and curtain
Life seemed certain
Wind and curtain
Until slipped in - slippery serpent

Wind and curtain
A different clock
Wind and curtain
Death like - never knocks

will we stay fossils in our
graves
or continue as Apostles in the Acts to be saved?

the first faith is the
clearest
sometimes we see better afar than nearest

Hue came to me
From the sea
Said, Come to the Land
So I gave him my hand

Hue looked at me
Said, You don't understand.
There are no body's here,
He looked up, only a sphere

The curtains open
The curtains close
Upon an empty coliseum

There’s a lonely raven
Adorn in black-satin
Who quoth: “Where’s Poe?”

Where do we go
If we have a soul
Does it shrink into shadow?

Where goes
The bliss of minimalist life
A dry kiss into shadow?

Should I keep a favorite
Color and number
In my last frosty November
Of course I will remember

All places
And all their faces

Indeed
We shall agree

A dark cow
Under a dark cloud

Is moo-dy

I drive
And compose with inward
Eye:
How the sky
Through my windshield
Along with Earth's garment
Trees, air, grass, and field
Seems still, fair
And meant to be

Silent sun and soulful air
While the bus creaks
We sit under its dome
A traveling temporary home
We climb a steep hill
Descend on valley splendor
Until I stop and a passenger
Enters - and doesn't pay the fare

Una señorita en la Mezquita
Was praying con una
Rosa in her mano
While una paloma
Flew above her cabeza

Una angelita en la Mezquita
Kissed me en la cheek
Now mi alma es clara
Because la paloma
Flew above my cabeza

This silent movie is a
Mystery
The First World War
Reeling in black and white

I wonder what it was like in color?

Faces looked to the camera
I could have been one of them
A soldier with a bayonet
Or a prisoner

Yet I am a viewer
Watching many years afterwards
Observing the planes and Bombings
In this silent movie museum

As I leave the silent movie
Museum
I hear the hum of history
Blowing in these city trees

Sunday night
Alamo city
I walk along ancient
Architecture of passion and fiesta

White fire
Feather light crescent
Below moons eye patch

Can I share my peace with Anyone?

Aztecan totem poles
Mexican heroes
Sacred hearts still beat to
Creations drums

Hypnotized to a mosaic pond
Living things in the water
One side struggles
The other is calm

Unity with division
Humanities reflection
I see myself

Can I share my peace with Anyone

I hold my friends hand
A guitar case handle
Pull her out and begin to
Play

Music and city circulate like
One blood
While I sit still

Like a patient swimmer
The city
Breathes one note at a time
Rises to breathe again

I return to my room
The city has its music

Can I share my peace with Anyone?

The sun like a kite
Hangs too high and bright

So cut its string
Let the rain bring

Ageless moonlit nights
Around my sighs

I stand in solitude
With Desert Winds
Flowing like invisible streams
From an unknown beginning

Tumbleweeds
Tangled and whole
Roll like unfastened
Prayer beads

Great and vast White Sands
Under New Mexican
Azure skies
Where now I lie

Buried in sand around
Rumbling skies
And thunderclouds  
Until I'm uncovered from

The Desert Winds

Hello
This is your introductory
_ oem
As y_ u may know
Not all  _oems need to
Rhyme
Practice though
And in good time
You may be anoth _r
Alexander _ _ _ _

* Complete first four blank lines to discover poet's surname.

You would not be free
To protest:
"Don't cut me!"

What if you were a tree?

With eyes to see
And a brain to think
Would you shrink
At the acts of human beings?

What if you were a tree?

To see and hear
Human beings history of
Terror

What would you think?

Epilogue:

"The hidden forest remains still.
Without humans to cut and ****."

Dee let the dew
Be
Me
And     You

Until
We
Free   Fall
From the tallest tree

Changing into other
Water
Beads
Nourishing our progeny

Falling uniquely on the
Ocean
And sand

I try and understand
Life beats of commotion

The poet searches
Continuously
For beauty

While the rain
Creates artistic
Beats

Beauty
Walked With Me
Held my hand
For I was lonely

Without want
Beauty
Rested in my contemplation
Reaching within me

Beauty
Deeply
She touched me
She knew life's tragedy

My cheek she kissed
And disappeared in the mist
For Beauty knew
She could not stay with me

1923
William Carlos Williams
Wrote
The Red Wheelbarrow

And in 1564
There was  
Christopher Mar _ o _ e:

"It lies not in our power to love or hate,
For will in us is overruled by fate".

- From: Who ever loved, that loved not at first sight? -

There's me!
Shadow and tree
Playing freely
With the wind's hand

Child's play
For all day
I am shadow and tree
Forming a trinity

With my friend
The wind
And the sun
Let's us run to the end

I saw you with the golden
Cane
Guiding you out of the
Rain

I saw you with the golden
Cane
Guiding you away from the
Insane

I saw you with the golden
Cane
Moses guiding you with
Staff and flame

No one will know
The peace in my soul
Under London trees

They protected me
Like umbrellas
From the rain

Then shy
London sun dried
The drops from the treetops

Where I will go
The ground seems
Cold
Though I don't know

Where I will go
Down a hole
The earth seems
Birth less

Where I will go
I don't know
Sometimes it seems
To flow into something

Desert Winds
Like invisible streams
Flowing from the beginning
I stand with you in solitude

Tumbleweeds
Tangled and whole
Roll
Like fallen prayer beads

Great vast White Sands
Under southwestern
Azure skies
Where now I lie

Buried in sand around
Rumbling sounds
And thunderclouds  
Until I'm released by desert winds

Born
From
A thundercloud

Storm

Roaming
Fire
Barricade to human desire

Storm

The ocean
Ire burns with thunder
While sun feebly watches her

Since I am French
And so naturally blasé
Thought I would be passé

Ooh lá lá the clichés!
I don't wear a beret
Or recite poetry at cafés

But somedays

I do like my rosé!

Shadow flower in the ceiling
Has me feeling                      
Bluesy

Yet I behold
A golden flower
Sunny

Sleep the rock
Had Pete the Peacock
On his back
He didn't know about that

But it's a fact

My sky is a garment -

The roaming sun and splendor dome

A hill, steep, still slender

While the world spins wordlessly Around

My sky of air

I
Like a blind man
Follows
NYC's winter lands

II
Like a fallen tree
So soft
And hollow

III
Like an arrow
Shot through the last
Sparrow

IV
Like a shadow
Hung from a tenement
Window

There
By the tree
Was me
In a chair

The tree
Made of sap and wood
Me
I am flesh and blood

I
Like a blind man
Follows
NYC's winter lands

II
Like a fallen tree
So soft
And hollow

III
Like an arrow
Shot through the last
Sparrow

IV
Like a shadow
Hung from a tenement
Window