Take heed you bitter fools with nothing else to do But pick apart the actions of those who aren't you; Uppance cometh, tongue in cheek, sneaky like a snake And you will find your hopes unwind for Heaven's sake. Take on somebody's problems, take
Every poet's forced to cease Where stopped by language limits, And wrestle with thoughts that tease; Stuff too much meaning in it. postscript For day 14 of The tanaga. Originally a Filipino form, though I wasn't sure if you were supposed to have a certain number
Sweet history, near infinite your sea, Wave on wave, relentless to your shore. Come now and pave a mystery for me. As humankind has known so long before, The beauty of the stars is in their age And I look up, no need to disagree Upon my lips. Oh no,
And you are why I write My pen ink-poison dipped Unsettling, hopeless sight. May muses thus be gripped, Transfixed as blood flows out Where wing-like pen was clipped. And may I never doubt The force of pouring ink To ease the come-about Of everything I think On paper, writ in
One childhood I had, but truthfully two; Nay, more than two worlds were my dwelling place. For every book I inwardly flew To lands much impressed and never erased From the light in my heart, writ on my face And etched in my soul with a lock and key-- And