Poetry

The Legacy of Pushkin: In Life and Literature My soul attained its waking moment: You re-appeared before my sight, As though a brief and fleeting omen, Pure phantom in enchanting light. And now, my heart, with fascination, Beats rapidly and finds revived Devout faith and inspiration, And tender tears and…

Life and science, an entangled pair, One cannot exist without the other’s care, In every beat of heart, in every breath drawn, In every twilight’s dusk, in every dawn’s yawn. In the iridescent beauty of a butterfly’s wing, In the harmonious notes that the songbirds sing, We see the poetry of science…

Love is your best bet, friendship a colourful defence — Stuck in the Mud Decelerating from a symphony triumphant and plush To the stalling momentum of a monosyllabic hum Stuck in the mud A mob of four-wheel pods is gummed up in the morning rush Their metallic fabric corroding Dwindling the wherewithal to drive Until one straggler diverts to the side Blinkers flickering, still on the highway As the rest of…

we drove to that party on the 91 freeway for freedom from the boredom there were seven of us more counting the spirits we drank that whispered to us as we drove to drive away the insanity of the day-after-day blues since we all had shit jobs headed nowhere fast blasting…

Silent. We crept. Along precious edges Of softly moving water. Sweet clover Dragonfly Waterbug shadows. Here is where the shape Of this body Manifested space By moss-covered rocks And cattails and wild iris Where liquid flows Heavy as whipping cream Light and sweet In metallic tinkling songs Or the thrum…

A poem for my friend in need of reminders of lessons of the soul from the spirit world — When tragedy too close to our hearts strikes How soon forget lessons from souls learned Vast trenches dived and mountains we hiked Please together hold onto what we’ve learned Write this for you, me, and all concerned Gentle yet tough love friends do not dike Karmic moments from which we all burn When…

A tanka poem — all the amanda’s rhythmically poet-ing in meadows pealing laying themselves soul-side-out weaving with words aplenty

When Pauly Met…… — Crafted by the Alpha Molded before time Designed for His purpose She’s a gentle soul My dearest angel Bubbling with energy Her words so sincere Her love so pure Patient are her ears Listening, absorbing Longish days Crazy deadlines Body nearing exhaustion No matter what She always gives me time …

Sunday sonnet — So many plants are in bloom at one time. Some think they have to show off to be seen and luckily enough, some sure can climb on ninety degree days. Quite hot it’s been. First spring came slowly now this summer heat. It’s only the first week of June and look. Two…