AMQUILL POETRY

The Pearl in The Mystic Strut it, my queen, emerge from within the shadows. Why would such beauty be veiled from the eyes and heart that adulate it? Come, let your sparkling teeth arrayed as pure diamonds in a royal set, Light up this world, bring merriment to the deepest of the soul, Your hair flows like the pure waters of Puerto Williams, Soft, warm and fine than the rare Mulberry Silk, better than the Cashmere. Saw your lips move and thought of the Caramel milk, deep and enriching. Alas! I’ve beheld a treasure better than the gold of Havilah. Come, my Lady! Gobsmack the arena with your un-sullied beauty! The heart is tenderly-warmer than the sheep wool of a merino, And there in flows a stream of the tranquil and serene waters, Waters that lift the spirit of a crushed soul and of a wounded bird Hearken ye, the birds sing a melody of the Heavens, swimming in the waters, A sweet medley that awakens the dead dreams and visions of the sage. I was beheld by han...

Wake The ancient Dreams It’s a road we chose to ride  A lifetime load we chose to carry  Now a royal carriage for the future  Are we loyal to the ideals of our ancestry?  From the lineage of the keepers,  We became destroyers, eco – carnage.  The rich heritage, our inheritance  Nothing but empty shells of despair.  Fangs of natural calamities,  Craving for more carnage.  Call it, self – sponsored, self - inflicted,  A battle of oneself, within the self, against self.  Like a sailor in a leaking boat,  Chose not to seal the holes, or don life -safer.  Yet the tides rise in fury of a wounded beast,  And the waves roar with turmoil ashore.  The silence of the air, a sign of storm fall.  Let’s wake the chirping birds, humming too.  Let’s wake the breeze, that sway the trees.  Let’s wake the dreams, of the ancients.  Behold the rising sun, an array of hope.  Th...