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senryu on trial
all other poems on remand
Socrates guilty

She talked of him filled with love,
But never could remember what his name was,-
And how love - how it filled the air,
When no one was there,
In such despair,
No one here cares,-

He disappeared into that night,
Caught the last ride out of town and took the first flight,-
For a ride from then onto now,
Where no one is allowed,
Oh, so better than thou,
No one here cares how,--

Her angel cried,
His demon smiled,
Together such beautiful music,
A word to the wise,--

She lost love and gained love to hate,
But never knew how to lose her faith,-
And how life - how it gained wear and tear,
Beyond disrepair,
Nothing is fair,
And no one here cares,-

He came back one sunny summer day,
He saw her alone and merrily went on his way,-
For the ride that made a star in the sky,
Where no one else dared to try,
Some star's never die,
And no one cares why,--

Her angels wept,
His demons ran wild,
Together such intoxicating music,
A word to the wise--

naked Winter trees
thrashed by freezing wind and rain
now bearing Spring buds

I posted this in 2013 and felt the urge of posting it again.

Under my username as Summerwind, (aka windyweatherly), which I replaced in honor of the person who meant so much to me then.

With special thanks to Ondos who created this video.

Dedicated to all those in pain, like me and those who make the difference like my friend, Tess and Reguiny. Phil you taught me a lot and I am blessed to have met and be your friend.

Forever grateful,

Phyllis

Polly wanted love so much
she saw all the other girls chased by boys
smiling..holding hands....kissing (gulp!)
folks barely spoke to Polly
and especially not boys
she crept through life as an embarassment
a silent mass of skulking apology
her stiff legged teetering strides
left observers shaking their heads
she could rarely bring herself to look another in the face
....never in the eyes
her face always appeared as though frozen
her eyes an empty void
almost lacking life
blank of all emotion, except one...
fear...trepidation...dread
her mind a whirling nest of confusion
she had little family
her mother died in chidbirth
...Polly's birth
her fire and brimstone preacher father
had nothing to offer Polly but guilt
paralyzing her every thought and move
so she learned not to do much of either
she had no brothers or sisters
left isolated to live the hell...
her father was always ranting about avoiding
he tendered no warmth, no love
leaving her cramped alone in a cold miserable space
today is April 1st...Polly's birthday
her eighteenth, though no one would notice
but on this spring day
in her final year of high school
she became aware of something...different
in class that day, there was a new student...a boy
he acts like a shy, quiet person, she mused
later, as she sat alone during lunch break
she noticed that someone was standing beside her
it was the new boy at school!
as his voice cracked he stuttered...
'may I, um, um, sit at this table, um, with you?'
Polly was unable to breathe
til at last she squeeked out 'uh, uh, okay'
he sat down across from her
never raising his vision from his food on the table
he spoke 'uh my name is uh, Paul'
Polly's head was reeling...
a boy was sitting with her, talking to her
she muttered 'uh huh', then was taken mute
staring glassy eyed straight down before her
her heart beating as if to burst!
but not another word passed between the two
Paul ate his meal, then stood up, hesitated for a moment...
then silently, merely strode away
Polly's downward stare was transfixed...her food half-eaten
Paul and Polly never spoke to one another again
it was over...between them

Paloma ending;
The curtain comes down
For the night.
Raven beginnig;

FOR HER HEART RACED AS RAGING RIVERS
AND ZEALOUS LOVE
THE DANCE OF ANCESTORS
WILD AND UNTAMED
WITH A FIRE LIT INSIDE, SHE TURNS
WITH A WANDERING SPIRIT
FULL OF SPRITE
INTO HER CAMP SHE DANCES
TINY FEET COVERED WITH GOLD
THAT JINGLE WITH EVERY MOVE
HER HEARTH IS WARM ALL AGLOW
LIGHT ILLUMINATES FROM HER BELOVED
AROUND SHE DANCES
HER SKIRT MAGICKAL SWAY
WITH A LAUGHTER OF SWEET MELODIES
HER HAIR BLACK AS A RAVEN
WILDLY FLOWING FROM THE SOFT BREEZE
EYES DEEP WITH MYSTERY
SKIN RAVISHED FROM THE SUN
AND SOUL BORN TO BE FREE
A SENSUOUS CREATURE TO BEHOLD
HER DELICATE HANDS PAINTED WITH HENNA
THAT TRAILS AS IVY
SENSUAL FULL LIPS AS IF PAINTED
AND A FACE OF EXOTIC BEAUTY
SHE PLAYS AMONG THE FAIRIES
AND KISSES THE SUN
FOR HER FORTUNE DOETH AWAIT
IN TOWNS UNKNOWN
FOR HER SECRETS ARE IN THE CARDS
AND PATRONS DO PAY
FOR THIS TINY DANCER
CAN SEE
TALES OF OLD
BUT IN THE BASK OF MOONLIGHT
HER BEAUTY UNFOLDS
ONLY CREATURES OF NIGHT
SEE A MAGICKAL SIGHT....

Quashing mendacious Reps achieved 'Swear Jar' way
for each action unbecoming they should pay
Simply fine Politicians and Media $1,000 per falsehood
erase National Debt in short time it would

After voted in candidates ditch promises to you
facilitate corruption is precisely what Politics do
Open border policy every true patriot decries
gov't 'of, by and for the people' rarely applies

Dems pretend Empathy to solicitate illegals vote
when about Americans suffering they literally gloat
Perpetually spewing lies liberals adopted style
In 'Most Wicked' competition Leftist by a mile

Green New Deal devastating our Mother Earth
she's managed magnificently alone since birth
Good and Evil engaged in Ideological war
at present evils prevailing if keeping score

Haves and have nots reality from beginning
after dust settles righteous ends up winning

copyright 3/6/22

Talk to me slowly you should know me
Trust my reply even when you are blue as the sky
Never let your heart be a pretender
When love is real we both surrender

Words of love will never grow old
Ours is a love story that's never been told
And as we walk together our eyes will see the future bright
Eternity will be our treasure and God will give it to us with his delight

When magic is something only your heart can hold
A magic love story that's never been told
One day when we tell it angels will decorate heaven just right
And then together we will tell it with delight

My Friend


Don’t fret , there is no threat
We have the will
For all the thrills and frills
It’s just the beginning
What comes our way is very enduring
Journey is rough
We have to be tough
Dying to hear your first spoken words
Just like one of a very young baby
Our first meet to look
In each other’s eyes
And to ask in unspoken words
Where have you been all my life ?


Silly me and my childishness .

Diverging roads
Virtual realities
Of traveling dreams

Ghosts gathered to play
The game of Russian roulette
No drama: all dead

The news from Ukraine
Feed on tragedy and pain
Rolling tanks crush peace