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Under the Ice
Under the Ice Reputedly,Antarcticais rich in oils And minerals of every kind; sufficient spoils To whet our appetites in raw materials For industries. Constantly rise political Disputes over the ownership of such rare store Under its miles-deep, age-protected ceiling-floor. Yet, far more precious than these minerals are those […]
Vampiric Parasite
Vampiric Parasite Who has not seen that, when the moon is bright And full, it sucks the lustre from the stars Into itself, leaving them leeched of light And palely distant, through vampiric force; But on a moonless night the stars appear To […]
Beyond Belief?
Beyond Belief? Marking the South-West corner of Coolmela’s plot, Within the purlieu of the forest, stands a tree So broad and tall its age must be immense. To me, It whispers gently every time I pass; though what […]
Atahualpa
Atahualpa (1532) Sad Atahualpa – who five long years had fought To wrest the sacred llantos and the golden stool From Huascar, to rule the Inca-peoples as Lord-Inca, Emperor-divinity – enjoyed His hard-won privileges barely half a year Before […]
His Monument
His Monument Si monumentum suum requiris, poesis sua lege. His monument his poetry; His words memorial enough To illustrate his life’s ideals And point the patterns of his mind. His passage through the fabric of […]
The Space Between
The Space Between We’d marvel should it prove some mind devised Planets, bright stars and complex galaxies: Placing them in relationships so fine That they, (from ancient times through to this day), Stayed recognisable upon the skies As astrological phenomena Balanced amidst unstable cosmic flux. Nor […]
Agony and Ecstasy
Agony and Ecstasy Each poem that I write Is forced from me By agony or ecstasy!. Not day nor night Makes any difference To tortured sense; For, when compulsion comes to me, I cannot fight The agony, the ecstasy!. Who’s no true poet may Not pay this fee […]
Incubus
Incubus Upon my back all day, all night, he clings Immovable as fabled Sindbad’s Old Man of the Sea; arms strangle-gripped around My neck, legs locked about my loins. He goads Me on to write whether I wish or no; Torments […]
Solitude's Demands
Solitude’s Demands Those who would stretch their minds with weighty thought Seek solitude, that they may concentrate Upon the subjects of their choice, without Distraction. Interruptions militate Against coherence and often frustrate Successful culmination of intense Research and contemplation, (so […]