my poem

rhyme

i held as the essence of a poem

rhythm

a music, i added to my lines

images and metaphor

spices, i sprinkled over

a song sweet

i hoped, would emerge

my ugly face

i saw like a broken vase

discerning in my art

my derelict self

before i come of age

i look for a paper

and a publisher

now to boost my visage

henry victor     11.02.2006

today

i am not posting a poem

i need to revise, myself

today, eliminating

much i wrote in the past

i chose wrong words, theme

and faulty rhyme, forcing

in too many alliterations

strengthening suppositions

seldom i let go, but with care

and un-forgetfulness, hoarding

my hurts, instead walking away

from the folly of yesterday

  

henry victor         17.01.2019

i build my today

divorcing the lunatic asylum

of yesterday that gave my roof

bed, food, and park to roam

around as my best comfort

i build my today in the thin air

on nothing, hoping my heart

will soar into tomorrow, better

than my many yesteryear

in the name of good human

husbanding, fathering, later

in a grandiose lunacy of owning

my name i helplessly stole earlier

henry victor          17.01.2019

rock style religion

rock has evolved a spirituality

acquiring a living style of firmness

beyond that of a hermit

affected neither by cold

nor the heat that burn

discounting

both a pharisaic praise

and a cynic’s contempt

with rock

none can induce pain

nor cause a pleasing pleasure

for the soul of the rock

neither affirm, with affection

nor deny the creator, benevolent

remaining stone silent

as the Rockies

henry victor         05.12.2003