Warrior Pair

It is the quiet, it is the lull,
Of the evening while the moon is full.
A figure is crouching, built like a bull,
Beside him stands his wife,
Sharpening her knife.
Preparing for the strife,
That will come when they attack,
The camp glowing in the black,
And fight together, back to back.
They then move together,
One light as feather,
Prowling like tiger freed from teather,
The other thick and powerful,
Like a rhino bull.
His hammer- like a rock to ship's hull,
As he strikes the camp's wall,
Shattered masonry falls,
And they make their way towards the hall.
Enemies spring from all around,
And the Tigress's arrows abound,
And soon many targets transfixed dot the ground.
The Rhino, armored hide dances a dirge,
For the lives his hammers are about to purge,
With each strike like a tsunami's surge.
The numbers whittle and thin,
But from the great hall then,
Steps forth the armored men.
Knowing her bow will not now do,
The tigress switches to a blade of blue,
Her dance to no longer transfix, but to hew.
Dodge, Dance, Dice, Hamstring,
And her blade does sing,
As armored foe falls to her fury's sting,
Parry, Pivot, Prostate, Decimate,
Another armored foe meets his fate.
Shattered like a pot of clay,
Fallen upon the way,
Crushed by hammers of mercilus grey,
One foe now remains,
And the heros do deign,
To not hesitate or feign,
They will not wait or play,
With the foe they came to slay,
Evil must die this day,
For so do this married pair,
Battle each day fair,
Not against mortals alone do their weapons tear,
For they strive for virtue,
In all they do,
To be noble and true,
Thus they dance once more,
And drive blade and bludgeon to the core,
And leave a king of evil upon the floor.

Titan Tempest Reflection

Oh how I long,
For tempest strong!
Oh how I desire,
Thunderbolts, heaven's fire!
Cast down upon the ground,
Thunder, force, power's pound!

Roaring through the heavens of my own soul,
Do you hear the bells' tolling roll?
Do you feel the quaking of the world?
Titan tempest through myself hurled.

Oh how I wish,
For frost clinging kiss!
Oh how I crave,
Blizzards to brave!
Swept out upon the ice,
Tiny in my flight as dice!

Roaring through the heavens of my own soul,
Do you hear the bells' tolling roll?
Do you feel the quaking of the world?
Titan tempest through myself hurled.

Oh how I yen,
For serene fen!
Oh how I need,
Surreptitiously to weed!
The wilds of my heart,
Of perfunctoriness' part!

Roaring through the heavens of my own soul,
Do you hear the bells' tolling roll?
Do you feel the quaking of the world?
Titan tempest through myself hurled.

As I stand upon the highest summit,
Oh myself, to wit,
Introspection, reflection.
Seeking the eternal crown all might win,
I must daily become, Sven.

Aye Papi!

~~~This poem is imitating the style and humor of Billy Collins in his poem "Another Reason Why I Don't Keep a Gun in the House."  It is done to help expand my abilities and to add another tool to my chest, if you will.  My version comes from an actual life event from when I lived in Panama:  I couldn't tell if the neighbor woman was yelling at her toddler or her boyfriend or whether it was sex or anger most days.

The neighbor’s chacalita won’t stop yelling,
She is screaming the same words, every day
Every time the boyfriend comes home.
I never know whether it is from pleasure or pain.

The neighbor’s girl won’t stop screaming,
I put my headphones in,
Time to listen to Dowland
As I hear the starting phrase,
“Aye Papi! Papi! Aye Papi!”

As if she is beside the lute,
Her rapid Spanish to replace the words,
Penned by his melancholy hand.

When the music pauses for effect
I hear her start again,
As if it is her chords plucked,
In an ambiguous refrain,

Does she call in anger to her son
Or in pleasure to her lover?
“Aye Papi!” as G chord strummed,
“Aye Papi!” before an awkward audience. 

Spiral Staircase

Spiral, spiral round,
Spiral, spiral down,
Footsteps running pound,
Footsteps shuffling round,
Youth rushing upwards,
Wisdom slowly receding.

Spiral, spiral round,
Spiral, spiral down,
The wheel has ground,
Life is always sown,
Birth, growth, youth,
Wisdom, regression, truth.

If you’re not ascending,
You know what your steps bring.

~~~Doing an experiment right now on converting photographs into poetry.  This is my first attempt during this project.  Photo attached Courtesy of my friend Andre's photo.

I'm a Parasite

You make me want to scream,
To curse, to shout… to dream.
To dream of what we are,
And to shout from the far,
Back corners of my heart,
The whispers fragrant sting,
Agonizing like ammonia’s burn,
Able to quench all thought and turn,
The mind to its most primal.
Nah in you tis not pain,
But rather pleasure and gain!
The Shrieking soothing balm,
Coursing and meandering calm,
In my innermost,
To this host,
Living inside me,
I can only be,
The parasite,
Stealing warmth and light,
From the ember hot flame,
No one can tame,
Nourished by the virtue highest above,
All others: Love.

Lonely Moon

Drifting, nay, pursuing,
Through the cosmos winging,
A great beauty,
Who shed light upon me.

Do I drift here alone,
Always shifting, yet one tone?
While the stars wink mockingly,
So distant, callus, cold and free.

I am inconstant and adrift,
Tearing all the seas a rift.
As I pursue that great soul,
My goddess my Sol.

I can not always even be seen,
And at times I wane too lean.
Other times I wax braggadocio,
But my humbling is soon to come I know.

I am but a poor satellite,
Alone in the night.
Pursuing my queen in the sky,
And how frequent my light does die.

My brightest genius lasts but a few,
And then I fade like the dew,
As Sol rises in her glory,
And melts all frost that is hoary.

Her glory never wanes,
Whereas as mine’s both losses and gains.
I’ll always yet love and pursue,
And render forevermore my one hue.