Bucon Saalah
24-09-2007 12:19:19
I wrote this first poem last year, enjoy
The Black Die
‘A drink waiter,
And some sense of humor for my friend.’
The hopeless gambler said.
He takes a drag
And puts on a mask
He takes a drag
And puts on a masque
An anecdote here and there
The mask of Jest, so evident
To unwelcome jubilee
He takes a drag
And puts on a mask
He takes a drag
And puts on a masque
Arrogance comes and goes
The mask of Conceit, swaggers on
Vainglory shuts its eyes and wanders dead
The hand is dealt:
Royal flush to a full house
‘This is the tenth time Johnny.
You owe me big time.’
The cardsharp said.
The mask of Remorse, slides on
‘Double or nothing on a die.’
The gambler sets his luck on the table
The mask of Death, manifests
‘I’ll use this black die then.’
The cardsharp sets his plague on the table
Rolling dice parade and dance
White die 3
Black die 6
All masks are put away
As venal lady luck packs up her black effects,
Applies her lipstick and says ‘goodbye’
The hopeless gambler takes a drag
I wrote this other poem two months ago and it has to do with my brother and his visions
Unwelcome Guests
My childhood swept away
In that summer rain
And my autumn, turned to ash,
By November’s bane
Why then must I see them?
Those things,
Those…
White parading figures,
Those…
Childhood memories
In that summer rain
And my autumn, turned to ash,
By November’s bane
Why then must I hear them?
They call,
They…
Are knocking at my door,
They…
Never forget to follow
And never forget their blight
Turning to the windowpane,
I see those empty forms.
‘The world is so oblivious,’
I think to myself.
White shadows walk among us,
Yet…
Only I see them
As my childhood burns away
In that summer rain
And my autumn, turns to ash,
By November’s bane