Look how beautiful ‘re the stars in sight
And the sightly moon beaming on the sea
But oh! for all the thoughts that come tonight
From a distant cherished darling to me
At times she looms so near yet still afar
Like high Venus that in twinkles thus fall
Living coal leaving in my heart a scar
And I run everywhere searching I call
“Malho” . . . I love you much and ten times more
And since you left my dear I’m waiting here
Just to h’ve a glance of the face I adore
“Malho” you are my only love and dear
Now I’m ninety-eight years waiting ashore
Ladies tell me should I quit or wait more?
P.S. written to commemorate my wife after twenty years of her death
3/2004
The World Is But What We Hear See and Feel
Thin end of the wedge and brandish the steel
Nothing might change the destiny of things
The world is but what we hear see and feel
Being poor or having the wealth of kings
You cannot my friend and I cannot weet
What’s coming in the basket from our fate
So drink your cup and smash it at your feet
What’s coming my friend must come soon or late
Look how the shepherd of the nightingales
Wrote and hoped to live longer to write more
Keats the home of po’sy the world still hails
With the birds up’n his grave still weeping more.
Thin edge of the wedge and brandish the steel
The world is but what we hear see and feel.
5/1999
There’s No Speed Like a Mind to Travel
There is no speed like a mind to travel
By the wings of thought to Venus and Mars
To hail the angels and with them revel
Over a desert of sky blooming stars
Before God has created all in all
Of what we know and of what we ignore
Though we fly up we are destined to fall
Ere we exc’ed the possible and fly more
Friends never drill the mind more than enough
The rig will damage the well of your dreams
Be sane in your attitude and rebuff
All your sup’rfluous hopes and their gl’aming gleams
And recall Adam, the fruit and the fall
Hence think of Him right who made all in all
10/2001
Those Who Think of Paradise and Hell Die
Those who think of paradise and hell die
With or without a doubt to rise again
Rest forever and wherever they lie
Fetid bones whether on a hill or plain.
That’s truly the true destiny of man
Who comes on the train of time into here
He might gain wealth fame as much as he can
Yet he can’t esc’pe the fall of the last tear.
‘Tis so strange how we come and how we go
And we lose all the gain of our labor
Though we remember we forget to know
That the ship is waiting at the harbor.
Those who think of paradise and hell die
Rest forever and wherever they lie.
4/2004