Category Archives: Hollow deeds

“Their Summer’s Stroll”


“Their Summer’s Stroll

Their summer’s stroll from rage to rage,
And they beget a bygone slight that as a child
Was not forgot, that from a strength were mild
But grew in time from childhood though to age.
And far beyond its slotted term their lights boil freely
Within a goal not steeped in wisdom’s nests
But gnarl’d, mishap’t to suit some moment’s tests
In  fruitlessness,  and doom’d because t’were seemly
That a child should bargain with his fathers’ sight
Nor rent a sire’s station for such gifts’
Revisions as rest in infants’ yearnings for the stars
Or worse, the adolescents’ endless swollen charms.
Do not tempt the agèd with a young man’s goal,
My friend, nor mistake a stallion for his honoured foal.

“No Talk of Peace”

“No Talk of Peace”

No talk of peace desolves detraction in the mind
For lovers of this world; no casual thought of war
Distracts the heart of seeking souls that soar
Beyond the gates of static limitations. To those who find
Talismans the sovereigns of affirmation and negation, words
Are hollow deeds, rogue emotions, fractals of the mind,
at last a pure abstraction.
Dimensions of devotion require no lightning rod. Deduction
Leads to platitude while speculation ensures
The ultimate for cuckolds in this life. In the end, of course,
what is must be
What is–no more, no less–and what is sought
Is not so well defined, so cleverly designed that seekers caught
So easily in repetitious phases of this life avoid judiciously the seas
Of myriad manifest eternities
; these, the innocents, are blind

to past, to present, to coming planes, reduced to residue
Of what are after all selective natural satisfactions carved in stone
and gravitas, betrayed by metamorphosis, divined
from media reports of icons on the loose in Xanadu.