The Art of Tea and Poetry

The Art of Tea and Poetry

I am finally standing at a threshold

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Coming Home
Sitting on speed, metal wings in flight / black ribbons below adorned in sequins of light / screeching engines startle Night / as Time descends / Feet on ground baggage bound<br /…
A Rhyme from Romper Room
Jack and Jill hit the campaign trail / To fetch a bushel of voters / Jack fell down for being a clown / And Jill went Galluping forward Up got Jack from his stumbling act / As f…
Birth of a River
mute starkness / an exhausted desert / blue sky white night / flesh on flesh / marital rite / in heat, soaked in sweat / body to body / a rapturous duet<br /…
A Lone Traveler
A solitary spirit / Effeminate in form Asphalting miles of memories / Treading many a storm: Intellectual roads / Laid with diamonds and dust Carnal paths / La…
A lion dwells in your sentient savanna / Persistence and purpose his badges of strength / Urban forests breed banality and bromide / Seize him and purge Man of his shallow decent…

I am finally standing at a threshold,
My maturing ass in gear
To embark on a lettered odyssey
Of human spheres and tiers.
With a pixelled pencil as my staff
A rucksack of words to mindprint thought
I am taking to the writing road
To seek out truths unwrought
Embarking on this journey
Certain I will never be coming back
To unwritten yesterlands of memory
And wordless panic attacks.
This unchartered course will lead
Through marshes muck and mud,
Dark caverns, caves and war zones
Ancient storms, and mythical floods
Swimming against Time's currents
And hurled against its tides
Metaphor will light my way
Alliteration will be my guide
And you who have chosen to read my words
And engage in inventive delight
Will create with me a poetry
Of your own prosodic right

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