The devil patiently waits
As the fool prates.
For Lucifer knows
History shows
That Man learns too late,
He has become the thing he hates.
The Thing He Hates
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Shall I
Shall I, like the Lady of Shalot
Look beyond this mirrored spot,
And turn and see
What lover or demon pursues me?
I think I know.
But should I go
And see
What lover or demon pursues me?
She is neither goblin nor elf
Nor Satan in nymph’s guise.
‘Tis no surprise to see,
It is my own self
That pursues me.
Indefinable
The traffick noise momentarily fades.
No words,
Just the singing of birds
And a yearning for woodland glades
Happy Easter
I would like to wish all my followers/readers a very happy Easter. Whatever Easter means to you, have a wonderful Easter break.
Kevin
Which Came First?
The egg breaks
And man takes
His place on this earth.
Be he mighty and proud
Or lost in the crowd,
It is death and rebirth.
He will return to the turf.
The tree from the grave grows
And who knows
Which came first, the egg or the bird
There Was A Young Man From Calcutta
There was a young man from Calcutta
Who found a pound in the gutter.
A dog had been there,
Which caused him to swear,
That unfortunate young man from Calcutta!
Falling
No rain can quell
This burning
Hell.
Angels falling from the sky,
Calling to you and I,
Cry
Crocodile tears
For wasted years.
Then, half-heartedly die.
Why pretend
As we descend,
That you do not recognise
In those dead eyes
The mirror image of you and I?
Youth
College girls whirl,
unthurl.
Blossoms borne on a spring breeze
Tease
And please
Young men
Who, forgetting book and pen
Turn
And learn
Full well
What no dull
Text can tell.
Of Poets And Legislators
“Poets are the unacknowledged legislators
Of the world” Shelley said.
But all praters
Must go to that night
Where none write,
For what use are words to the dead?
Anne Frank – reflections on a sad anniversary
“What is done cannot be undone, but one can prevent it happening again.”
— Anne Frank
April 14th has the unhappy distinction of being the anniversary of Anne Frank’s death in the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp in 1945.
I’d always been moved by Frank’s insight, and by her overwhelming normal-ness in such an abnormal time.
I’ve always liked this quote, in particular, because the idealist in me wants to believe it.
Growing up in the post-war baby boom, WWII was still too raw a nerve in my youth – it wasn’t yet left to the history books. I read Diary of a Young Girl when I was young, and just wished that there could have been a different ending. Anne Frank and my mother were born only two months, and an entire world, apart, so there always seemed something a bit surreal to me when I was younger. In later years…
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