this is an universal law

birth, life and death
applies to lilies equally….
but the only flower that survives
in pages of history,
on the shelves of time
in libraries
is a lovely rose only

a rose,
from buttons on coats,
to biers
it’s the most sought out flower…
hence give due merit to me,
there is yet to be a rose born
like ...
Lovedly

Still they live
in Odomankoma's womb,
and cast pearls
into the ocean
we call the starry sky.

They look down
into his pot,
and ask the old (wo)man

What is that black smoke
and that flashing flame?
Why do they cry
when they know
you do not hear?

Odomankoma,
wisest in all the heavens,
tells them:

That is hell,
with her new gods,
preaching fashion and make up.

Samurai snowflakes
bird song slice through frigid air
light-hearted, the moon

~~~~~

poet code-talkers
running like fine race horses
speaking many tongues

~~~~~

never the same leaf
blossoms, silent the cherry
everything is light

~~~~~

golden calf is living
high off low economy,
rich get richer still

~~~~~~

there are debts to pay
Lucifer comes collecting,
what is left behind?

We've been together for so long
memories of the times before
now seem out of place and wrong
like bare shelves in a busy store.

How can it have come to be
we've shared three and forty valentines?
Though time has been unkind to me
you've improved like rare red wine.

Our path has often been unsmooth
as we've traveled through the many years.
You haven't anything to prove,
you've already shed too many tears.