Tag Archives: poems

Head Scarf

Her head scarf expresses
That there will
Be no short dresses.
Yet
She is a young woman still
And a woman may regret.

Modesty is all
But the West’s call
Says
That there are other ways
And you may find
That what happens behind
Closed doors, there stays

We Burn In Fire

We burn in fire
And in blazing jets
Man temporarily forgets
Himself in desire.

From our waters
Sons and daughters
Are born. Or we run
After fun.

Yet recreation
And procreation
Are oft as the horse and cart
And the hot spring
Does bring
Pain and joy
To the heart
Of girl and boy.

Riding A Mare To Nowhere

Riding a mare
To nowhere.
The pace is fast
And he
Will Spill
Into the vast
Gulf she
Can not fill.

But the run
Was fun
Was it not?
And he will trot
Again,
Though his heart says “beware
For the mare
Can not take away your pain.
The wise can see
That she
Is as thee”.