graffiti

have i now matured into a youth

with an urge to scribble on rock

trees and walls a heart and an arrow

with my initials indicating i passed

through this way alone with a heart

full of lost love and longings new

and memories of good moments

and winter nights that passed

like a short summer and at the end

i graduate piling up my graffiti

to name it poem from my heart for readers

absent, screaming for an applause that passed

© henry victor             26.11.2017

  

wedding

july, the month of rain

for my garden, weeding

and for pairs, wedding

homily to couples

for my preaching, i say

but this was indeed with much difference

a blending of two souls in open presence

overlooking the pyramid

not in egypt

but one of the rockies

on side of the canadian

beside the maligne canyon

with creek and waterfalls for music

the summer sun providing the light

and the warmth much needed

among frozen relationships gone too cold

but will they give birth to a child

like the mountain goat

with no veterinarians around

that query is from the soft-spoken

black-billed magpie

and clark’s nutcracker

as the columbian ground squirrel

on her toes, stand to witness the union

and will that child

survive the intrusion

the invasion

of her privacy in this world

of excessive cameras

© henry victor               18.07.2004    

 

 

loads of love i did provide:

food, clothing, and security

i supplied in hefty quantity;

language skills and logic

i did not hide from her;

travel abroad and to towns afar

with exposure to beauty and beast

too was never in small amount;

yet i failed in my adventure

to instruct and inspire

my posterity in the path to success,

sitting in front of screen with my muse

i craft that crap, the broken line

calling it poetry to amuse

none but this silly self, the swine

indulging in miry excess

© henry victor                 07.08.2004

two together

desperately i try to create calm

deep within the cave of my heart

while secretly surfing on the storm

whistling outside, snarling at my want

to beat all swirling inside my soul

treacherously betraying my spirit

climbing, combing a higher mountain

clinging to the goal, the gold crown

thus i carry within a single self

two corpses:

a stillborn child

and my own

© henry victor              18.08.2004

conflict

 

hand in hand he and she went

to Miquilon Lake in fall colours

there he saw heaven

and wanted to remain

but she smelt hell, dying

with stink; defying

the desire to camp,

thus he and she

my nostril and eye,

walked with conflict

as waves of season

rolled on, and on

© henry victor              25.09.2004

 

 

end of my claim

the tiger, i said, is a creature of habit

hunting down, unlike me

with no concern to abstract

that thought

a compassion for his prey

despite senses acute

his is an insensate brain

with limited memory

and power of prediction

until into his mouth

went my brainy brain

and there did end all my claim

© henry victor           20.09.2004

 

 

naked dancing

 

night and day i have been awake

always looking for a way out of misery

keeping a close account of the cost

eliminating errors in my estimate

determined to find cure for life’s ills

dancing to the tunes of band masters

avoiding only the loss of modesty

not dodging sacrifices that are basics

conniving not with crooks and crooked

i am now tired with end not yet visible

naked i have become with all wasted

garments, but searching i stop not

© henry victor          11.09.2004 

 

 

foolish fish

a foolish fish am i fattened with folly

to swallow an un-baited hook

while already trapped in a trap

that manipulates my own excess

now i wait for generosity to un-hook

and keep me in that closed corner

letting me feel closely a providence

a grace to swim though in tiny space

and before extinction to mouth

creative curses on those enjoying

the extermination of others using sly

methods ignoring also their conscience

© henry victor       19.05.2002

a prophet is born

when my mind refuses to accept

absolute power in a single person
like a Constantine collecting church
and chisel a creed to control the masses

or persons amassing together to present
pretentious democracy promoting untruth
and crazy inefficiency my heart and soul
join to protest without weighing my cost

or visualizing gain in heaven, letting loose

poetry giving birth also to a prophet in line
of Moses, Amos, Ezekiel, Isaiah, Jeremiah
John, and last but not least, Jesus of Nazareth

© henry victor           20.05.2002

glory of nothingness

 

silly thoughts and worthless dreams flooded my mind

yesterday, and this morning too, like pounding waves

leaving me to lick my lips to taste its saltiness;

vain glory of poetry is that which i am seeking

in this world, walking on roads paved with eggshells

and leading to nowhere, an absent heaven!

poised moments do surface in that ocean, but to dive

leaving the shore and light into the darkness of depth

a Dutch courage i lack; for what if the road does not continue

to that peace and nothingness i crave with great intensity;

hell if i end up without Sylvia Plath being there!

© henry victor     24.02.2006

trending in my mind

these days, and cold nights

of winter, you trend in my mind

where i see my fingers sailing

on your long, silky black hair

that covers my face as my nostrils

sniff and squeeze gently sprinkled

fragrance on your whole body

like that red rose in full bloom

even as my lips search to kiss

your forehead where the waves

dark are parted before moving

to your eyes and tip of the nose

© henry victor          04.11.2017

mediocre muse

risking as little as possible

his muse is his timid tortoise

moving very little from his house

providing shelter and security

sitting indoor with closed eyes

and plugged ears and tight lips

he fears the hearing of his own snoring

loosing, at the end, a joy of journeying

that would otherwise invite much applause

as received at the end of the mythical race

where Aesop awarded a gold to the tortoise

that thumped the over-confident hare! 

© henry victor     25.02.2006