KUYUCU...( Gravedigger )

GRAVEDIGGER

With eyes cast down at the opening

he perceives his masterpiece of shoveling

stained stones damp with earth

jut out from the neat pile of dirt

Beneath the starless sky tonight

the open earth will crave the morning light

and the evening winds coursing the landscape

will scatter leaves into a grave void of escape

Now, the chilled ground in darkness still

awaits morning to be filled

Tomorrow, the deceased will arrive

accompanied by flowers and somber skies

Within the gleaming casket free from care

the departed in stillness will not hear

the praise from mourners who came

acknowledging KUYUCU's claim to fame

American Spring...revision #1.

American Spring

Wrapped in Springs blue cloaked sky

I saw the early Robin fly

Patches of green fought the receding snow

like dark sunken eyes peering from below

In the distance, sounds of waterfowl

trumpeted urgent mating calls

barren branches now heavy with buds

stuck out like fingers of hands velvet gloved

during the splendor of American springtime

as my awareness observed this moment so fine

During my lonely stroll along the river

I clearly heard the water's whisper

as it stirred from Winter's sleep

only to course through channels deep

restrained between bounded margins

trying to cleanse the seasons sins

and to encourage pitiful gloom to die

 releasing truth to trump all lies

allowing America's greatness to sprout

during its time of global doubt

FORTIS LOGOS...

Fortis Logos

World youth of today, where's your tomorrow

If not in political overthrow

You are doomed for certainty

to the terror of executive tyranny

What freedoms have you thrown away

with your mindless disconnect today

You are living in borrowed comfort

Within a system replete with hurt

Pay attention to what is said

as repressive tolerance lives in your head

be fearful of what is left out

as it saps your united clout

Fresh youthful politics and ideology

needs your vote for victory

Messianic resurrection is what you need

to renew the vigor that needs to be freed

World youth of today

Awake and have your say

Make tomorrows world better

Your time is NOW or never

ENTREPOT ( Warehouse )....

Entrepot ( Warehouse )

Somewhere on dusty sunlit shelves

stacked high, full to capacity

lie packages addressed to ourselves

that are filled with life memories

They sit there in bright silence

awaiting forthcoming resurrection

secluded in forced consonance 

they look forward to final redemption

The moment when inquisitive minds reaching

will discover those parcels, all dusty

that contain nostalgic dream offerings

in exciting tales frozen for an eternity

Now released from forced captivity

submitted to the light of day

 they leave their spot on the shelf empty

as time continues on its way

Mysterious bundles of warehoused human being

Wait for the discovery of their moments

while occupying dusty shelves unclean

and are accompanied by neglected torment

VIBRATIONS...

Vibrations

The rumble of thunder's mighty clash

when torrential rain on tin roof dash

bring fearful vibrations to midnight skies

while muffled sounds reverberate on high

Hellish oscillations interrupt my sleep

they leave me to languish in ruptured dreams

Unable to close my sleep heavy lids

I am transfixed by heavens lighting filled

Soon, images of phantoms loom

like dark flowers in misty bloom

shadows creep as electric bolts strike

blue specters materialize in their light

Now frozen with fright, unable to stir

my soul is soaked with this fearful venture

windblown curtains in ghostly whiteness billow

as strange shapes lurk beneath my window

brisk air currents rattle my bedroom door

and quivering oscillations creak the hardwood floor

every sound crafted by lifeless objects

linger and cling like an evil breath

The dawn is miles from midnight

'Tis a long wait for the morning light

the departed in silence fill the room

their invisible quivering motion there strewn

saturates the coal darkness of the air

in my room, now overflowing with fear

Unseen vibrations haunt the midnight world

as gushing life-blood in my memory unfurls

ghostly dreams are carried by mournful winds

that still resides in the ether and forever swims

within the vibrations of all things

forever a part of our Universal ball of strings

 

Friendship and Flowers...

Friendship and Flowers

Sad are the times for some

when forests bare and chilled sun

trace the motion of time flown

gone with the wind to places unknown

Fragile emotions that once stood

like goldenrod in frosted woods

endure timidly, drenched in cold rain

during a season cold with pain

We mourn with copious tears

the swift passing of our years

as Winter seizes the stream of life

to cancel our many delights

The revived memories of youthful love

that grew and faded like Autumn buds

now linger like ripples on pebbled shore

to be enjoyed nevermore

'Tis a pity that friends of ours

Should perish like Autumn flowers

Alpenglow....

ALPENGLOW

When rolling waves wet the shore anew

they softly glisten in the departing light

the golden orb slips from view

in the pastel firmament seeking the night

The chiseled clouds hang on horizon bent

misty edges dripping with lavender

and spikes of color are heaven sent

while they perform dances sculpted in vapor

The glorious wooded silence assails

expectations wrapped in shadows cool

as I gaze down the piney trail

that courses through solemn glades cone strewn

turquoise rays in soft painted streaks

shoot down as if gravity drawn

to this grand scale mural scene

that constantly alters its vibrant form

Water colored clouds in vaporous motion

ascend to heaven in silence

as I absorb this luminous potion

'Tis a gift granted during my existence

Filled with deep emotions

kindled with admiration for the artist

I cherish Alpenglow during sunset slow-motion

and as its colors fade, my reverence persists

TOUMAI...( hope of life in DAZA language of CHAD...)

TOUMAI ( Hope of life in DAZA language of CHAD )

The whispering winds call tenderly 

with their every breath, no more no less

they announce natures way

every day without a rest

Hope of life is always present

it lives in chorused feathered tunes

It unites glorious moments

during those perfect days in June

Nature moves in precise ways

the prisoner of lonely cells

it dictates life's given days

to be enjoyed fully and well

'Tis tuned by the grand scope

that formula intrinsic and wise

that grants humanity joy and hope

during insane moments that arise

Hope for all sentient beings 

the construct of invisible strings

that maintain reality so keen

by manipulating the orchestra of all things

Toumai dictates our hope in the moment

the gift of consciousness in our life

Toumai urges the end of earthly torment

and provides humanity with hope, not strife

PARAGON SHUNNED...

Paragon Shunned

'Tis said that from places on high

the truth of all things flow

but in the cobwebbed light

shadows persist ever so

Truths conjured from distorted reason

stray conveniently from their original form

as they are spoiled by selfish perception

that drains honesty from their norm

The great Democracy in our world

now lives in the shadow of lies

The red, white and blue unfurls

in the breeze of feverish skies

TRUTH is the gentle Summer shower

TRUTH is the gold in Autumn bowers

TRUTH is the frost of Winter

TRUTH is Springs awakening from slumber

Universal truths ingrained in mind there stays

'Tis there to be cherished

as real perceptions that exist always

in our immortal souls and there persist

The Nation must contradict the turbulent flow

that conveniently shapes narcissistic reality

in leaders who surely don't know

how to act like paragons of society