Heera Beta comes to townDonning gold and purple gown.Ganda Peeda bares it allTill the morning robin call.Rani Beti wears her flowersSmiling up at morning showers.Achha Baccha always seenDressed in hues of every green. —————————————– In a moment it is past, Yet is present, don’t you see? For as long as time may last, Every moment it shall be. The finest time to humbly turn To Him unto whom all return.
Solve the one, resolve the other, And then combine them both together, Describing a product of ruinous weather. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – You hammer a nail in my face, But I do not bleed when you do, You taint me with words of disgrace, But I do not heed words of you, You may go no further beyond where I stand Except through a portal proportioned and grand, Although such a portal would often be bland. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – Two parts of HAND one part of FOX; A space in the hand won’t kill the effects, But you can to free what is held by the locks. – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – –
Tread with care: it’s the Internet.You best beware of the sin in it.You know how they call this thing the world wide web,Eyes on your wallet and your every stepAs you stroll through the streets of this crowded bazaar,Take care who you meet, don’t you ramble too far,Know the longer that you ramble, less the roses more the bramble;E’en the roses aren’t safe in this party of dead,Smell them LONG enough, and they will mess with your head,Just walk right on keeping straight to your wayPast the shops by the hundreds, watching well what you say;This bazaar will remember everything that you do,Everything that you say, and everything said to you.So, tread with care: it’s the Internet. You best beware of the sin in it.
Last night was the unveiling of the 2014 Chaining Project conducted by the Highland Park Poetry Chain Gang. I was at the event held at Madame Zuzu’s Tea shop and Art Studio in Highland Park. It was enjoyable to hear the chain begin with Arthur Rimbaud’s Time Without End, navigate through verse describing a hike in the woods along a polluted stream, and culminate in defeat at a ball game :-). The open-mic that followed was more interesting than usual. I performed Take Heart, Cabbage Wisdom, and One-Dream Child. Also it turns out Madame Zuzu’s is owned by Billy Corgan, once frontman for the Smashing Pumpkins. I read some excerpts from his anthology titled Blinking with Fists. Not bad at all. About the tea served at Madame Zuzu’s… well, the water was certainly hot.
Although true and faithful I ever remain,My colors I change again and again;Berate me and hate me and slight, even spite me,Think twice fore you fight me: a battle with time;Your failure to sight me: unfortunate crime. I seldom inspire a word, And often the former imply, I’m ever tween where the two of you fare And where stands one questioning why.
The purest of heart my service employs To make a sweet calm to descend; But when we are parted, the innocent noise Brings all of the sweetness to end; A part of me sounds like it burns and destroys, Yet all of me is a good friend To mother and father and brother and sister, Who on me can come to depend.
Earlier this year, I learned that my entries were selected for publication in the 2014 Annual Journal of the Society of Classical Poets, Volume 2. In this latest issue, the journal features the works of the top fifteen poets judged in the last competition held by the society. So this is an honor for me, having been published in the previous issue of the journal as well. I recently got my copy and was very impressed with the quality of all the poetic works. I feel honored to be counted among those who were recognized. Get your copy on Amazon, and please support the society for the good work it does in reviving and promoting classical poetry. My thanks and admiration go to Evan Mantyk, President of the society, for his efforts to this end. -KM