My Poetry

Poetry By Karen Serfinski 1986 | Copyright

These are a few poems from my book Lyrics of Enchantment.
I was inspired by the English Romantic poets of the 19th century a philosophical, literary, artistic and cultural era which began in the mid/late-18th century as a reaction against the prevailing Enlightenment ideals ...









The Dragonfly 6.19.2018

What is that color dashing across the sky?
It’s the predatory aptitude of the dragonfly!
Ancient creature of confident prowess blessed
With aerial ambush, such an impressive quest!

Calculating their movements, to rip apart their prey
Those precise hunting tactics appear like play.
Snagging their nourishment with their quick feet
They cautiously dart and challenge like an Athlete.

Polished metallic colors and wings like finest lace
I am fascinated by their conspicuous face
serrated mandibles and compound eyes
they are handsome insects, as well as wise.

on your next excursion watch them at work
perching on a plant, innocent as they lurk,
they dance and dally and put on a show
to terminate the gnat and horrid mosquito.

Serfinski 6.19.2018



The Friendship
A seed in the garden seeks the warmth of the sun
The kisses of rain and its life has begun
The nurturing soil, the hugs of the air
And it grows into a blossom so fair.

It is always truthful and will never pretend
It stands so beautiful, like the strength of a friend.
It always gives love, makes you smile when your sad,
It’s the most perfect gift that you’ve ever had.

Serfinski 6.28.2018


What a Photographer Perceives

The Truth is what a Photographer perceives
Human eyes may gaze but judgment deceives
His camera has taught him how to see
The compositions of reality.

To preserve a moment in time forever,
A story revealed in a photo is clever
Nature is outlined, the focus defined
Awareness teaches, first shoot with your mind.

Get in close, see the light, with the lens become one
Walk in the golden twinkle of the morning sun
Perspective has led you to expose perfect theme
The background lures you to ponder the dream.

Youth and age are disclosed like time in a frame
No words are needed; Memory sojourns the same.
Change is philosophy, eternity an art
One single vision freezes natures warm heart.

A rainbow in the cloud, sunrise in the rain
Fleeting moments fade but their beauties remain.
A walk in the country, by the mountains or creeks
A photographer receives far more than he seeks.

In wilderness find the poetry of earth
Capture a close-up of love giving birth.
Stroll in a park with the pleasure of friends
Examine a critter with macro or Telephoto lens.

Colors are the smiles on natures face
A blossoming flower is the soul of her grace.
The photographer seizes life as it flows
Even leaves of a tree smells divine to his nose.

Today is the sunshine’s breath of fresh Essence,
Tomorrows miracles leave him in suspense.
Life’s full adventure is what he receives
And Truth is what a Photographer Perceives.

Karen Serfinski 6.28.2018



My name is Passion

My name is Passion, soft as a flower,
I am the shadow locked in the tower.
I am the dust of a hundred years
I am the rust made from golden tears.

I am the song in the back of your mind
A fading vision of the artist gone blind.
I am the thought you may overlook
I am the clover folded within a book.

I will sing to the world with words unheard
I will fly around you like a tiny songbird
I will laugh, I will cry, I will give you my heart
I will love you until the night I part.

My name is Passion, small as a tear,
Light as the day moon when the sky is clear.
I whisper your name while my mind’s asleep
and kiss you in dream, then I smile and I weep.

Serfinski 6.13.2018


Sawgrass Lake Park

Deep in nature the boardwalk turns
Through maple swamps and giant ferns
So many creatures there are to see
amazing for photography!

Along the canal odd sounds are heard
A frog, a gator, or native bird
A snake may slither atop the moss
A turtle may make its way across.

Under the bridges a limpkin may call
The Heron, ibis, or dragonfly small
All hunting and fishing together for food,
Observing, put’s one in a joyful mood.

Adventuring deeper onto the sandy trail
You may see armadillo, lizard or apple snail.
Small creatures energetically on their way
Even a fox or bobcat may be seen at play.

By chance or careful eyesight, you may detect
The wondrous habitat of a tiny insect.
Eagle, osprey, hawk, even a kite
May make a magical overhead flight.

The colorful flower garden can light up your eye
When it lures the fluttering butterfly.
All creatures have their own distinct power!
And you must view Sawgrass lake from the tower.



Fly Free
Fly free across the universe, sweet dove!
Let your feathers sparkle with the glory of love.
Be yourself among valleys and highlands of kings
Let heaven see the power of your wings.
Reach for the stardust, your dream’s to be free
The world is you nest of opportunity!



Contemplating Phases of Time
I close my eyes and think of youth
How life is a changing stream
Although with age comes deeper truth,
It gives foundations for our dream.

The body may weaken, and loveliness fade,
The mind can fail to recall
But let your soul not be afraid
We are as moon beams when they fall.

Silvery clouds adrift within the brain
A feather on a pond
The rainbow in a drop of rain
The magic in the wizard’s wand.

The sun gives children the light to grow
Innocence all arrayed,
Wisdom comes to us, we glow
As we saunter in the shade.


Alone part 1

Upon the earth, I tread alone
on unmarked flowery graves unknown
the wind may sing, the wind may moan
like solitude within the stone.

Many a fancy line I have penned
But words are lonely in the end
Thoughts may dance and dreams pretend,
They have always been my closest friend.

I take a breath within my mind
And leave my quiet world behind
Afraid but brave, Observant but blind
Innocence touching mystery, undefined.



Alone Part 2 temptation

The trail is gorgeous as I gaze ahead
So perfectly faithful that I dare not tread.
Pillowed Daisies tempt me to rest my head
On the dreamy petals of their scented bed.

Is it romance, or passion that I hear?
Those sweet voices singing into my ear
Alluring me to that long pathway I fear!
They are quite beautiful, joyful and dear.

Shall I go, innocently lured by their charms?
Should I prance like a doe into mystery’s arms?
Oh, how their pure smile, comforts and warms
But logic stops me like a thousand alarms.


Alone part 3 The kiss

A few vigilant steps I paced the trail
My heart was pounding, my emotion frail
I perceived a daisy alone and pale
and lifted its face to hear its tale:

I reach for the sun, the water, the air
My life is beauty my love is fair
I sing to you because you care
My song is quiet, but I want to share.

I realized I was not alone at all
And bent to kiss this flower small
Suddenly I heard all the lovely daisy’s call
And I could dance on the path, and never fall.



Should I run into the light? 6.4.2018

My love had wings that carried me
Like an eagle across the blue
We smiled like we were spirits Free
Like the world was made for two.

We captured visions of nature’s truth
And held them to our heart
our memories had eternal youth
But time and love must apart.

like a thousand years of silence It seems,
since we strolled into the day
our laughter faded to dying dreams
My heart feels old and gray

I grasp a cloud to mask the pain
But sun shines through the mist
Rainbows may soar and tears may rain
Winds stole the love I’ve missed.

Should I dream or should I sleep?
Should I live another night?
Should I sing or should I weep?
Should I run into the light?


A Sonnet on LIFE

How delightful is life, shall I ponder?
With exposed heart and open eyes, I wonder:
As I dance on earths bosom do I see
And feel Natures elegance abundantly?
Do I smell the incense when soft winds blow?
Do I perceive sweet pollen when it fly’s like snow?
Does the song of the bird encourage me to fly?
Will the sun and moon reflect in my eye?
Is my hair aroused from the wings of the dove?
Does my tongue taste the languages of love?
Do I hear the music in the tumbling rain?
Oh, yes. All these wonders enchant my brain
Even my dreams paint with colors of the sky
Teaching me lessons of life’s precious high.

Serfinski 5.31.2018



Song bird

Tiny song bird with folded wing
Perched upon the fountain
Lovely tune that you shall sing
To wake up old man mountain.

Like a Lyricist concealed
In the leafy boughs of thought,
Soothing melodies revealed
Before the messenger is sought.

I follow your delightful sound
Carried by the breeze
Hoping you will come around
I wait beneath the trees.

Fluttering from branch to sky
Poetry in your flight
Colors dance before my eye
Whence I have you in my sight.

Little mystic sparrow
Gliding on the air
Like a silvery arrow
With sunlight on you fair

From your nest within the tree
Dewy leaves and tangled vine
You first learned how to hover free
High above the earth divine.



The Hurricane Irma

Colossal daemon of the sultry sky
Roaring monster, climbing from the oceans weary wave
Staggering, recklessly, mercilessly
Savagely pursuing vital fluids like a vampire to endure
Slurping inlets dry, ripping homes from mother and child
In pursuit of another quenchless drink
Like a drunk hitting all the local bars
Entangling the guiltless in your wild
Whirling atmosphere of destructive squall
Moaning in agony like dead spirits trapped in hell
Crying a million tears of dauntless throbbing rain
Soaring sideways beneath your dark shadowed wing
Indurating earths fertile bosom with mighty surge.
Die! Gloomy Cyclops, beast of one still eye,
Blinded only when your habit is no longer fed
With balmy breaths and endless draughts of spirit
Your mighty tide of thoughtlessness seeks a place to perish
So tranquility can again blanket the world with comfort.


Total Eclipse

Moon tiptoes unseen across the noon sky
Casting no shadow beneath its silent wing
Unnoticed by the busy human eye
Till the moment it appears as a King
Adorned with a stately crown of fire
Ethereal, divine, unworldly orange ring
It becomes the entity of desire
A golden globe of transitory bling
Suspended like a mist of blinding of light
Innocent naked purity now a radiant shrine
Cloaking daytime into starry night
Paling the sunset’s glow on the ocean line,
On a chariot between the sun and earth
Like a Majestic spirit exposing its worth.
Then returns the phases of its steadfast birth.

Serfinski 2017




Blessed

We are blessed with a child, let nature sing
Let the spirit fly free from the grace of the wing
Let loves voice be heard from heaven to earth
And rock the cradle of this pure infant’s birth.

The newborn is free from the care of the womb
Dewy eyes slowly open like new buds in bloom
Nurtured by mother’s shelter and God’s life cord
First small breath of life, first moment adored.

First light, first sight, first bellowing scream
As translucent lids rouse from innocent’s dream
Feeling life’s fresh breath on its tender new skin
Greeted by beloved parents, weeping turns to a grin.


Moons dramatic Play

Royal moon, dawning on majestic Throne
Shining silver face, bright lips of rosy glow
Balanced upon the misty ocean wave alone
Rising like a king in the opening show

With glistening robe casting a luminous trail
Upon the fluctuating expressions of the boundless sea.
Climbing the heavens as if by sublime wings soft and pale
Embellishing restless clouds harmonizing silently

With daylights dancing azure shades, like watercolors run
Down nights’ canvas painted with the brush of morning breath
Almost blinded with the coming of the fiery sun,
Moon fades into a daydream on the soft cushion of temporary death.





WHEN SUN SETS

Swan, sleeping neath twilights echoed sun hues
Poised innocently on the crest of shore
In dreams fused with sounds of songbirds fading.
Distant winds rush to steal eves last lost cloud
Whilst on the horizon stands sanguine moon
Softening the delusions of night views.
As ebony wings fan over earths floor
Silent hour phantoms arise, wading
Through the creeping vapors swiftly to enshroud
Their voiceless hopes, that change will seek them soon.
Calmly the world leans, waking flowers call
The young beams to warm their faces
And the swan unfolds wide wings to enthrall
Everything that encounters its graces.



SONG OF THE WILDFLOWER

Sun tracks the swift wings of ebony night
Stretching Dawns orange breast over earths rim
Pigmenting the meadows with hues of soft light.
Mists ride the young winds to the ocean dim
To fly with low clouds above shadowed waves;
And I blink the dew from pastel eye
Hugging the sun as its angel glaze paves
My open petals, from the gentle sky.
The warmth stirs my fragrance and lures the bee
To drink from the nectars of my sweet cup;
And the butterfly that dances on me
Leaves a velvet dusts as it lifts up.
I smile like an infant cradled in mirth
Nestled in the tender blades of earth.



NATURES RETENTION

My mind is on the mountains, high sunward stretched
Where deep snows spread a cover Weatherly etched
And rainy forests dribble and rivers flow
Rapidly from the glaciers as frost heaves blow.

My heart is with the canyons profound and warm
Where lizards roam the ledges of godly form,
And cactus flowers glisten across the land
Embellished with bright colors of mystique grand.

My soul is in the ocean that kisses shore
Where boulders guard the redwoods and seagulls soar
And in the open prairie I left my wings
Yet fly upon the breezes of sweeter things.



A UNIVERSE OF FORMS

The sky is full of wondrous things
Luminous to sight
Moon looks to the earth and brings
With her glance delight.

Stars pour flames like angels glow
Throughout the darkest vast
Crystal radiances that blow
On winds of mystic past.

Planets swirl around old Sun
Each with diverse wings
Comets sparkle as they run
Through Heavens clustered rings.

Rainbow spectrums through mists shine
Swift clouds gather storms
And all these wondrous things combine
A Universe of forms



A COLLOQUY

Earth: All creatures love, bright sister mine,
To gaze on you at night
To watch my shadow paint a line,
As Sun conceals his light.
The whiteness of your body full
Attracts many an eye
Wind gathers mists around you, cool,
To crown your touching sky.


Moon: Companion orb most elegant
I too gape on you, sweet,
Your forests in night breezes chant
I smile, their songs to greet.
Through antiquity love I will
The beams that we exchange;
For on the light I on you spill
There lies a fruitful range.


THE WITCH AUTUMN

In the paralyzed throat of an arctic cave
The witch autumn stretched from her long season sleep
And with prophetic winds drove a cooling wave
Over the raiment of summers green heap;
Enchanting with her breathe the air,
Entrancing to colors the fruit ladened deep.
The wind was her wand and the mists her hair;
She rolled them across her mothers great breast
To quench the passion of her fathers hot stare
She fled like a phantom from her cold nest
Sings incantation through every tree
Trembling the drying leaves to their rest
And when she arrived with her prophesy
My spirit laughed her possession to see.

Winter bestirred in her crystalline trance
Anxious to let her winged children prevail
Mistreating the ground with a biting prance.
But Autumn commenced on the wind to sail
Staining her sister with mellow old age
Twisting shaking withering to frail.
One night her spirit was invoked to rage
Transmuting to frost the elixir dew
Extinguishing summers sweet verdant stage.
The sky with winters white ministers grew
And Autumn could hear their approaching roar
Of silence and fled as snow crystal blew
Overlaying with powder Earths cold floor
Falling as is to remain evermore



SONG OF THE INNER PLANETS


Mercury:
Solitude and silent drear
Constitute my atmosphere
Swifter is my barren year
Contiguous to the sun.
No aesthetics do I keep
On my crumbled deserts heap
Im richer where my iron flows seep
Ravaged as Im spun.

Venus:
If my body was revealed
Beneath my thick opaque shield
The inferno would shrivel your soul.
Close lightning bolts pierce
My vast lava lakes fierce
Brilliant am I as I roll.

Earth:
Wide are my oceans, my valleys enriched
With embellishments, my world is stitched
With forests of singing and hillocks of rest
Gardens of fragrance and colors of zest,
Mountains that drink the linings of high
Vapors dancing on my sun setting sky;
By the power of power I was caressed.

Mars:
My soft dusted bed is volcanic red,
Cratered terrain overspread.
Rock peaks enwrap my small polar cap
All is silent when winds have fled.
Shadows from my moons cast ghosts on dunes
Etched on my surface like mystic runes
Deep canyons you may map.
Earthlings admire my iron oxide attire
Pursuing their search for Water and fire
Secrets are in the gap.


AERIALS ENCHANTMENT

Silent, as mists that sail over sea,
Aerial perched deep in despondent muse
When the near glassy tarn stirred suddenly
And across its calm face something did cruise;
Transforming the wavelets it made to light.
Then with fragile arms aloft it mounted
Into the enchanting aura of night
More splendid than a thousand stars counted
In one gaze of an exuberant eye.
It was a small fairy of wondrous tale
This made young Aerial�s sad spirit leap high
And chase this creature so bright and frail.
She, startled in her innocent content
Fled leaving an entrancing primrose scent.

AERIALS NIGHT-DREAM

Night comes, fanning cool wings over tired eyes;
Soon soft sleep seals our heavy lids, we dream.
Thick clouds like black horses thunder our rest
And thoughts are poisoned with shadowed disguise.
Burned by their torture we waken and scream
Leaping from the cushions of our dark nest.
As summers breath scatters moonlights white dust
On slumbering eyes the night dream starts:
In the winds of mirage Aerial stood
Watching dim ghosts stalk earths sculptured crust
When the music of a thousand blended hearts
Echoed passions through the forests black wood
And in the midst of the euphonic scene
Aerial laughed at the magic between.

SECRET MOMENTS

Living colors paint the tranquil islands
Where ocean clouds muster to sprinkle rain,
Minutes, then swiftly glide the turquoise sky.
Calm tears spread silent wings beneath the sun,
Melting into a freshly showered gloss
On twinkling webs, whispering lonely chants
To swaying grasses tossed by crystal sphere.
There are moments where clear wine drips
From the cataracts high over coral castles,
Where sleeping hummingbirds rest rapid wings
In the peace of twilights broken star beams,
Where dreams flash between the breezy hours
And tiny nymphs recite lost angel songs;
Secret moments on the island of love

TALES OF EVERMORE

Exploring a thousand pages
Mythology of old
The Cyclops and the sages
And alchemical gold.

Theres mystery in the poetry
Tell tales of evermore
Mystic wizards saunter free
Where dragon mists cloud shore.

Riding the winds of fantasy
Dissolve into the night
Where faeries dance in tall oak trees
Silhouetted by moonlight.

Climb a spiral castle stair
Where tower shadows leap
Embraced by lengths of golden hair
A princess lies asleep.

The sun sinks low in cloud burst skies
Where knights and Vikings doze,
Winds gather night and witches rise
On shapes the darkness blows.

Monstrous ogres stalk the moor
Devouring as they trail
Belching over stench heaped gore,
The mortals they impale.

Gods wield their magic on the world
And ride their winged steeds high,
An atmosphere of wisdom hurled
From the beam of Odin�s eye.

Feeding rainbows and crystal waves
Apollo colors day
Drinking ghosts from deepest caves
Murkiness to slay.

Midnight flowers fold in repose
And dream of their own hue,
As their silk fringed eye lids close
Elves moisten them with dew



ODE ON DREAMING

Hail, to that magic realm behind closed eyes!
Where upon the midnight hour is heard
the lute of dreams breathing delicious sighs.
No lulling moans are more sweetly preferred
Than those gentle strings sounded in my brain
By the soaring wind inaugurated.
Fevered is my head with visions teeming;
No mortal boundary let me constrain
But let my slumberous musings be sated
Just as an opened mouth poet dreaming.

Away I shall fly on soft breezes blown
Through the incensed clinging boughs of heaven
Or near it till in that listening tone
I dissolve in my own delight; even
As the distant stars burn, so shall I rage
On the clustered peaks of poesy, winging
The immortal air, my heart enchanted
To its inner most core. Ah, for an age
Of repose, no melancholy clinging
For a century of love, unpanted.

Love, in a cradle of pillowed poppies
Nestling me deep in their fragile world
This and that dear bared footed angel Ease
Shall be my companions with sweet lips curled.
My soul is a forest of ecstasy
In the Aurorian ether swaying
And apparitions of drowsy pleasures
Pour through the atoms of that brilliant sea.
Yet in my sleep-wooed nest Im laying
My imagination stretching measures

Deep, deeper, I am in need to descend,
I welcome ever the nightmares dolor.
To touch the river of dream let me bend
And fade in the mystery of color.
Where the meteor drifts I shall follow
Where the wind ends I anticipate to be
And where the souls of earth depart, I'll fly
Sipping the beams of sleepless Apollo
Sweet Ease, sweet Love, sweet Lute of fantasy
The hours view us not as they roll by


Cloak of a Vampire

Rain still falls upon you, nonliving, undead.
Change cannot seek your immortal breath,
You blend in the grass where poppies have bled.
Upon Fates lips lives the sensual scent of death.

Unknown mists obscure the mirror of your age,
Believing yourself unseen, disguised for years,
Look into the glass reflection, what face appears.
Does wisdom unlock the mystery's cage?

A thousand winters have blackened your eyes;
Over and again you see Times promenade
Distorted by the deception of humanity's lies.
Shadows drink reason from delusion's shade.

Darkness forms dreams of what death may bestow
When no candle gives light to despondency's stare
The turbulent hours are a burden to know
Eternity is the cloak your soul must wear.


The Vampire Delave

His voice speaks, the mind to charm
Exotic words seduce and harm,
Controlling passions that enslave
Behold the dark Vampire Delave

One who needs not stalk his prey,
Lust captures night and frees the day
Drinking lifeblood from the willing,
Ever power, ever killing

Old and young, his eyes won't tell
Black with red circles of spell
Monster, women love and hate
Master, man has changed his fate.

He forever rules the court of sin
Where hours stop and dreams begin.
Entertaining guests, his wisdom shared,
Enchantment dispersed, all is prepared.


Death's Mystery

Beautiful death, I whisper to you
"All will eventually come into your arms"
You are not a monster to fear,
But the mystery of our fate


THEN AND EVERMORE
To my first cat Adia

Time,
The past has a mystical bind when love
Has lived before
You and I were as lofty winds
That mixed deep breaths of passion and truth
Combining ourselves as one
And I feel you.
When in dark recesses, you are the moon,
The star above the clouds of storm
The dream that furls its wings around me
Then and Evermore


SONG

Perhaps someday I shall dwell
Where clear streams of water run
Spreading roots above the dell
In the land of the midnight sun

I'll watch the ships sail upon sea
And rainbows the paint the sky
From my somberness shall flee
And weariness pass me by

Northern mountains proudly stand
Their pinnacles adorned in snow.
Pine forests laughter charms the land
Of the hillocks and vales below

In nature�s arms I shall be
The home where I belong
For like the wind my mind is free
And my ears are filled with song


Guinevere and Lancelot

Cooling was the season when first I saw
Heaven existing in a human form
And utterly feeling my heart enthrall
Rejoiced that this star should beam through my storm
Lo! Methought as I untiringly gaze
Enamored by every transition made;
Supernal this youth, my eyes were amazed
Consumingly by each sweet glance arrayed.
Open-souled I dared to feel emotion
Loosen from the tight weaved cage of my brain
Lifting wingless as if by potion
Into the warm hues of a passion domain.
Nothing other in the world have I known
Such would stimulate to the marrow bone.

The horizon was round scattered with red
As Dusk uplifted his silver crowned head
Springing through the sky with dark wings outspread;
I saw a Prince, musk rose fumes in his hair.
His sunny eyes launched beams into mine
That I might those lustrous features enshrine,
And his lips curved too, too sweetly divine;
I felt the corset of my heartstrings tear.
Enough my heart, wherefore so madly thrash?
I sensed fever across my forehead flash;
My soul eager to from my body dash
Detecting the length of his untiring stare.
Traveling echoes of the ancient bard
Remind me my emotional heart to guard.



THE DREAM

A visitant last eve to me
Came tumbling from dark sky
Fanning my sleep with memory
Of love I cant deny.
I met a prince whose passion wove
A garden in my breast;
Every floret deeming love
When close our spirits pressed.
The sun gave not the warmth as he,
Nor filled my soul with light,
Nor has wild thunder trembled me
As much as this youths sight.
My mind invites a magic thought
Of incense maze and moonlight smile
Upon the honeyed cool night brought
To cradle us awhile
Entranced I interlace my scheme
Like music in a red rose breeze
And reached to kiss the secret dream
That intensifies then flees


Clouds

Mysterious unsettled clouds of change
Silhouettes with silver wings
Drift and merge and rearrange
Atmospheric kings

Gathering mists convert to rain
Kiss with life earths face
Warm lips soften winters pain
Blush with springtime grace

Resting fog upon the lakes
Shrouding mystic haze
Fly away as daytime wakes
Dissolving they raise

Flexible angels of the sky
Gathering sunlights glow
Fluff their pillows as they die
Adorned with a soft halo.


WINTER

Persistent winds of winter blow
Sculpting forms in drifting snow
Chilling with its Frosty breath
The world into sleeping death
The white eyes of the Glaciers weep
Arctic tears freezing as they seep
Into cycles of icy woe

Coldest season of the year
Winter plans her frozen sphere
When night is long
Wind whispers song
Into Nature�s ear.

Midnight tiptoes on the snow
Crystals dance upon the glow,
Ice paints in frost
The earth embossed
Like the artwork of Van Gogh.

Starry night of lonely dream
Cold sunlight on a sleeping stream
Fragile forest creek
And mountain Bleak
Seeking hope for one warm beam


Young Faces of Terror

Children handed a sword of rage
Taught that death is pride
Naïve to evil at young age
Holy duty to abide

With the lamb the lion lies
Unnoticed in the peace
Terror prowls with innocent eyes
A bomb beneath its Fleece

Masked by beauty the beast is free
Quietness cloaks its roar
Trained to alter destiny
The fear behind the door

Religion lives in the heart
Belief a mind of will
What freedom splits the world apart?
What God tells man to kill?


THE STATUE OF LIBERTY

Our Queen, the Statue of Liberty Isle
Whose steadfast grace compels the mists of storm.
Smoothed by peace the curves of her solemn smile
Guarding the land and sea, as her proud form
Of unfaltering strength supports the flame
With a torch of hope, whose light we share.
From ships wayfarers come knowing her name
seeing truth in the color of her stare.
Freedom gems the peaks of her majestic crown
Like constellations sparkling in midnight�s hood;
Virtue folds the purity of her gown
Where her scrolls of justice are wrapped with good.
For the people she stands on the isle at sea
declaring our nation�s liberty.

THE REMNANTS OF BATTLE

Throughout blood stained wood of broken brotherhood
Mixed flags entangled the land
As combat reigned captive soldiers were chained
And tortured by dismal command.
Deranged by quick threat of the tyrant�s roulette
Chanced death by their own shaken hand.
Helpless people forced to roam, no freedom, nor home.
Little strength left to understand
Why the war so cruel and the guns deadly fuel
Spread the innocent face down in the sand.
As battle smoke clears, will peace rest all fears?
Will the weapon and the sadist dispand?
Or will crouching terror haunt the crippled flag bearer?
How much can a spirit withstand?

The torments stain like blood of children slain,
Memories too harsh to evade.
The bombs vexing blast echoes death from the past
With screams of a village raid.
For many missing still the night winds sends a chill
To the hearts where long hopes pervade
In families who wait their lost son�s fate
In silence, of grave message afraid.
Clouds of despair shape a vanished friend�s stare
Love-rimmed between the sun and deep shade.
Now safe from the years when blood mingled with tears
Praying hard for the pain to fade,
The veterans who survived thank god their alive
To tell the tales of a friendless brigade.


HAIKU ON EMPTINESS
No soft wind to whisk
The empty clouds that gather
Shapeless as they die.

No light from the sun
To give the pond reflection
Blackened to its depth

No song in the voice
That’s deaf to any music
Silence numbs the ears.

No dream in the rock
That guards the antique structure
Mellowed in its peace

No life in the dream
That reflects within the mind
Fading as it wakes

No death in the soul
That hides inside the body
Stranger to itself