THE POET'S PANEGYRIC
"There's someone I knew with talent unleashed
and a heart that had for so many relentlessly reached
This poet sought inspiration from the living and the dead
But I can tell you this about the poet who has moved me by what this poet had ever said
I read the words from a comfort zone
which this poet created, surrounded by friends or by foes or simply alone"
His essence of soul sweeps down deserted dead streets
where the thunder still crackles, the burial bell bleats
He laughed at himself as a Royal Rhymester Clown
but bore the black pains of those all aroun',
He echoed regrets but never a grudge
... of this I'll say little... let his lines be the judge
THE POET'S PEN
Blind shots cry out beneath the night,
a car is cruising by.
A stripling's blood streams words to write
... Wry rhymes to ask us why
A silly girl with child, unwed...
to many, but a s*ut.
The baby at her breast is dead
... Cruel couplets meant to cut
A drifter, broken, cast aside,
lies lifeless in the cold.
Tap tattoos on a tattered hide
... Some scarlet stanzas scold
Two lovers clutch a turtledove,
enraptured by her coo,
impaled on pangs of Ladylove
... A sultry song for two
A drone of drums in distant wars
beguiling bold dragoons
who sell their souls like wanton who*es
... Raw rhythms writ in runes
The stars ablaze, like tiger-eyes
reflecting candlelight,
'lume angels singing Lullabys
... A sonnet stuns the night
The soulless eyes of shackled slaves
drip tears that burn and blur.
Their ash, like dust, set free in graves
... Emblazing ballads stir
A hurricane, foretold, unfurled,
unravels mystic signs
as Demons dance, destroy the World
... Limned lurid lyric lines
Some die a d**h neath hangmen's hands
where tainted justice reigns
for ‘thou shalt k**', Revenge commands
... A quiet quatrain pains
While well-to-dos ama** and flaunt
And follow fashion's trends,
pale children starve and die of want
... And so an epic ends
THE POET'S EPITAPH
His words, he strewed along the sand
While breakers washed ashore
The ripples wove designs unplanned
... a verse forevermore
His tales, entwined in cryptic airs
where freedom seeds are blown,
warn Guarders of the Realm ‘beware'
... his heresy is sown
His life outlined a chronicle
along a lonesome road
It started out as doggerel
... and ended up an ode