Sunday, October 14, 2007


Time, the sly one
The black panther crouching
Inconspicuous in life's foliage
Seeming to be in tireless run

We, the antelope, earth brown
Unsuspecting of his presence
Of his incomprehensible power
His senses tack us down

Slinking between the shadows
Of doubt, carnivorously
Waiting to corner the pestilent
That they are, the weak never know

It occurs to us time would speed
But like a whisper he slithers
His yellow cat eyes aflash
The signs we fail to read

Then he leaps, a racing blur
Streak of black the panther becomes
Hooves clop frantically for escape
Run, but he shall not deter

Time, you must never underestimate
And our limbs flimsy as reeds
Succumb to his ever hunting claws
A reminder 'fore he seals our fate

Saturday, October 13, 2007


And rings the bell again
Like trained animals
We crowd into the class
Reluctantly the seconds pass
After the teacher-student chasmal
Out come notebooks and pens

Echoing voices lull me to sleep
With open eyes and I wonder
The stories the blackboard could hold
Too insignificant to be told
Swipe the white asunder
Erased lessons in a chalky heap


when language like bubbling streams flow

when words are laid down to fit like lovers' hands

when you feel the essence of the poet from within

when swirling thoughts are caught in the net of rhythm

when images reel as you read

when pen and paper create a symphony

then, it is poetry