the minor poet

Sun, 11 May 2008 08:33:22 GMT

If i had a drum, i'd rum pum pum

i'd rum pum pum, if i had a drum

if i had a drum, i'd paint it blue

and i'd rum pum pum, my Love for You.

If i had a flute, i'd root toot toot

i'd root toot toot, if i had a flute

if i had a flute, made of bamboo

i'd root toot toot, my Love for You.

If i had a bell, i'd ring it well

i'd ring it well, if i had a bell

if i had a bell, here's what i'd do

i'd ring it well, my Love for You.

But i have no drum, to rum pum pum

and i have no flute, to root toot toot

and i have no bell, no bell to ring

i only have this song to sing

and so i sing, my Love for You.

The End

Sat, 12 Jul 2008 10:13:07 GMT

a footnote...

When the Crows come,

the Sparrows scatter.

When the Hawk returns,

the Crows flee,

and the Sparrows Rejoice !

Sat, 25 Aug 2007 09:19:00 GMT

fragment

i wonder if she's sleeping still

sweetly on this summer morn

dare i dream, dreaming of me

as i awake await the dawn dreaming of her.

i wonder if her eyes

are still the same soft shade of brown

as when we met by the Gates of Glory.

for her head a crown adorned with sapphires, emeralds and rubies

around her waist a skirt of the finest silk

across her shoulders a shawl of the softest cotton

for her feet, slippers inlaid with mother of pearl.

i wonder if she'll remember me

when from her dream of mortality

she wakes.

Mon, 16 Jun 2008 08:49:25 GMT

singing so sweetly,

morning lark in the darkness.

did you lose your watch?

love is a train

Thu, 02 Feb 2006 10:05:29 GMT

love is a train that everyone wants to ride

it could crash but no one seems to mind.

love is a train, it's beautiful to behold

it's cool in the summer and it's warm in the wintery cold.

love is a train, everybody get on board

it's the only ticket anyone can afford.

love is a train, it's high, wide and long

it arrives about midnight, then it leaves at the break of dawn.

love is a train, here she comes down the track

when she leaves the station, you know she won't be back.

just a song

Thu, 12 Jun 2008 09:42:54 GMT

sometimes i feel like a grain of sand

but one of many, on an endless shore.

sometimes i feel like a grain of sand

nothing less, nothing more.

sometimes i feel like a little leaf

on a tree at summers end.

sometimes i feel like a little leaf

twisting and turning in the autumn wind.

sometimes i feel like a lonely cloud

drifting through a sky of blue.

sometimes i feel like a lonely cloud

drifting along, dreaming of you.

sometimes i feel like a dying ember

upon some long forgotten fire.

sometimes i feel like a dying ember

all is burnt, but one desire.

Sat, 31 May 2008 08:35:39 GMT

summer trees swaying

in a mirror reflected.

such life in her eyes !

(just a thought)

Tue, 27 May 2008 09:13:13 GMT

Glorious Your Grace,

Graceful Your Glory.

Perfect Your Justice,

Just Your Perfection.

Majestic Your Mercy,

Merciful Your Majesty.

Holy Your Beauty,

Beautiful Your Holiness.

Peaceful Your Power,

Powerful Your Peace.

Sovereign Your Compassion,

Compassionate Your Sovereignty.

You are Your Creation,

Your Creation is You.

You are One, You are All,

All is One, All is You !

Mon, 26 May 2008 08:50:20 GMT

She is like a wild rose

growing in a field of stones,

She is like no other.

She is like a wild flower

blooming on a barren bower,

Her fragrance fills my soul.

Mon, 26 May 2008 08:44:16 GMT