The Boatman Has Grown Thin


The Boatman
has grown thin
He has shaved his head and beard,
limbs are very slight.
And he is wearing rolled up pants
a kin to Gandhi.
He plays his ancient
Oar and mandolin
With an even greater passion
Seen only
In his eyes and
Quickly nimble fingers.
As he plays an eastern tune
by a placid river shore.
The journeys seem
Fewer now.
He doesn’t sing,
Yet his gentle smile is there.
He stops to rest,
puts his strumming hand on heart,
Thankful for another
on one side of the river;
A benign lump
in his throat.

Blue Clouded Streak

Blue Clouded Streak

There is a blue
Clouded streak
In the night sky
As if moon
was shining
But there is
no moon.
There is a blue
Clouded streak
In the night sky,
As if blue day was
covered by
A velvet curtain;
dark ultra blue.
There is a blue
Parted stream in
The night sky
As the day
and its aspirations
Die quietly
Now covered
By purpled
darkness where
Only a solitary pair
Of wings is heard fluttering.

Go Last

Go Last.


1/ Don’t Know Why

Don’t know why
after so
Many years,
And after collection
After collection
of haptic verse
laid down
And written in arenas
Of solitude
and midnight silence:
-A decision to make them
Except perhaps
for the encouragement
Of friends,
Except perhaps,
For a heart rending love,
Except perhaps
For that quiet
and delightful terror
That gnaws
contently, consistently,
About my errors,
And moves
The human family

2/ Heart

Labours during
the day
so many;
And at times
On the road,
And very late at night,
Or in the early dark morning,
In certain breaths,
heart full voluntary deaths
Self inflicted
By outside coming
And by the music
And sound of words;
Enough deaths
at some
But expected
An aortic arch
May burst
In an
to the
ending all illusion;
With a single arrow,
Or many arrows,

And this heart


Will Finally

Free Verse in Useless Times

The lights flickering

In the distance are red

and I believe that

I’ve totally lost my head.

The city it seems

is burning red


Not sure of

just what I’ve said

from one moment

to the other.

Verse pours out like

random bread that’s

passed out

for the swollen bellies

of the famished.

See how skeletal they sit

or lie beside

their mothers,

and are easily

mistaken for the dead,

like so many

of the others all around them.

A look is in

children’s eyes,

eyes with wrinkles

deeply etched.

Mother’s are cradling

their heads.

Hunger, pain

live here raw

like free verse

doled out

by parted

empty lips

in vacant

useless times.

Women and children

gather scraps of metal

in abandoned mines

at the expense

of fragile lives,

like free verse collected

in some

long forgotten,


and useless time.

And all

seems random


and destined


not to survive.

No need for


no need for the contrived

lines of verse

that rhyme,

It’s just all meant

to be so simple:

Death just comes

wandering here,


on its own


left and right,


may be in sight,

like free verse in

useless times.

Love in Now


Love in Now

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Love in Now

Touch this body
Touch this mind
Take my hand
and let’s embrace
each other from inside
I am here
I am yours and you
Are mine
and There’s only
Just a point of vacant space
and time
left for all our loving ,
Left for this love we’ve made
Thoughout the years
Sharing, serving secrets
in the dark
and if tomorrow
In a flash of morning
This all
just ends
This body you have held
Is lowered softly
with the simple earth to meld ,
Just a measured breath
graced by loving angels
What matters is
Our love in now
so lets love again
and it will be alright
Love each other
Deep tonight
Once again
enfolding body soul and mind
So sweetly in this dark
Thats lit by love
and burning candles .
Your hands are mine
And mine are yours
This Love of mine ,
this love of yours .
Here together in
this flowing river
we call time .