(even Mary Poppins would tout
a plug for said company she would spout
forcing playthings scattered helter skelter
retreating into their respective bins
analogous to a defeated army
beating a hasty retreat after a major rout
against all odds fighting off
the aggressive incursion
of a trumpeting lout,
which troops use weapon of choice
namely breath issuing "Kraut"
which in German, "Kraut"
primarily means herb
or the leaves and stem
of a plant, as opposed to the root,
also used in compound nouns
to refer to various cabbage products,

Let it be
The arrival of the
New year
I hope we have a good year
Ahead of us
AIso I hope to accomplish my
Poetry writing
Also I hope
I will be no more sick
I am planning to stay
Healthy
In the new year
I have no idea if I
Will be able to do that
I am questioning that
AIso I am living now in
The future
I still don't know nothing
About my future
God please tell me about my future
Because I am dying to know
About my future
I hope not to make
Any mistakes in my
Future
That I had done in my
Past
I am afraid of

Dry logs redden and snap;
   The fire is soon impressive.
The wolf moon takes better shape
   As night begins to settle in.

I watch the conflagration spike;
   A spark flies off, then others
Like the universe had coaxed them
   To become one of the stars.

Dusty roads take me out
   To the furthest reaches -
To places not thought of
   Way off highway stretches -

To the rocky vales where
   A lonely thrasher calls
And scarcely people hear
   His excitable songs -

To where a streamlet flows -
   Whatever it be named -
Where a line of hoodoos
   See the course slowly change -

To the canyon shadows
   I find laudable
To marvel at the rows
   Of piñon for a while -

My lover – he feels blank –
   His personality shows through
Those shades of love and kindness
   And fears held in check by curfew –

Neither brown nor yellow nor black
   But blank with diamond edges
That detect Truth and what
   I give back that simply is –

Neither opaque nor translucent
   Nor what spectroscopy in between
But fashioned by the eye of God –
   Made whole in splendid being.

I have lived a hundred different lives -
Each as different as water is to stone.
I have dreamed a few far-away dreams
To discover that they were mine alone.
I have felt at times a trace of love
But was shown again that theirs was untrue.
I have often tried to bury the past
To find that it rarely stays inhumed.
I gave life to undeserving powers
But I was too late in retaking it.
I have seen the glory of success
But it was not my own to celebrate.
I have thrown my rage at the hailstorm
Then retreated quickly to a burrow.

They tell me that I perished
   But I've never felt more alive
And the warmth of your presence
   Still lingers in my mind.

I ventured longer than an arm -
   Beyond the dim horizon -
Further than a murky quasar
   Yet less than a prayer's span.

When you stop to think of me -
   When tears can't help but fall -
Know that it's okay to grieve
   And let them wash your soul

Faith - it is a journey
And I bear the scattering wind
That steers abroad my dinghy
To the edge of some horizon -
'Though it be peculiar to me.

Faith - it is also an epiphany -
One that hung in darkness
And had been waiting for me.
I am one who groped for it -
Pulled and did its unraveling ...