peace trail in the park

the trees in the park

invited me to walk

under their corridors

winds whispered secrets

fresh as freshly pulled carrots

for my feeble frame

pigeons and finches darted

up and down until i crafted

my poem beneath the trees

along the trail i heard songbirds pipe

i may with joy quickly elope

despite sorrow walking beside me

lilacs showered fragrance

lifting me into a tranquil trance

as i walked the park’s peace trail

henry victor      01.04.2007

furthest star

smelling, hearing

and continuously seeing

voices from beyond

also from deep within

my heart ponders

with the aid of my mind

the infuriating experience

a life more authentic

making my mortal soul

into a state of dreaming

thoughts of divine essence

and provocative dreams

nay! violent thunder clapping

making me a stormy storm

impregnating my tender being

also, with lightning

spontaneously gathering around

snarling, quarreling and discord

leading at the end,

to Golgotha, the empty scull

but hoping one day

though comprehended late

like the dim light

of the star that is furthest

my soul too

shall enlighten

the innocent children

at last

henry victor      13.02.1995

forgive my shirk

grant me oh the nameless

Name

unlimited forgiveness

and overwhelming grace

when i in my nasty arrogance

in foolish forgetfulness

while breaking and smashing

idols of clay, silver and gold

tearing into pieces

icons on printed-paper

or painted canvas

molded through extreme care

and drawn with patience so rare

employing artistic mind

with untiring hand

concurrently retain in the bosom

of my petty being

the silly pride of my race, learning

and other worthless achievement

in such way covetously

ridiculing the tribe, tradition

and other earnings

of my numerous neighbors

considering silently

my puny self, more important

than those who live

and toil around me

entertaining and persisting

in that surest shirk

the groundless superstition

that the sweetest sound

surely, is my own name

henry victor     18.01.1995

priestly prayer

God

make me not

a lazy sacrificial official

an avaricious dealer

in magic sayings

a conceited worthless orator

a wicked sly priest

or just a good stupid sheep

amongst a large herd

God

make me a human

strong minded

imaginative

level headed

sympathetic

a human

who knows his mind

and is not afraid

to speak it

henry victor      19.08.1980

religion and science

gods of religion

in vain

build their castles

in the gaps

of human ignorance

expecting mortals

to pay homage

the lords of science

will knock down

at the opportune moment

these temples

with their paraphernalia

also persuading humans

the civilized citizens

with observable facts

and rationality

to revolt and rebel

against pretension

and falsehood

establishing the temple

of the mind

worshipping truth and beauty

and love

henry victor      14.08.1996

lion heart

tear down and pluck out

the foxy-heart

that craves for left-over

and greedily desires

making him bigger

and grandeur

merely by an easy dip

in blue

instead infuse within

and graft on me

a lion-heart

that puts away the lion’s skin

and all pretensions

starving in silence

when necessary

but never licking

someone else’s …

henry victor       25.08.1996

my prison

i am slightly tired

more, want to complete

task entrusted

nay! i created

for my self

knowing i know not

to jay-walk

but i will find

a way out

of this maze

that surround

else, like a gnat

caught in the web

to a spider

i become the grub

either way

i will soon be out

of my present thought

my prison

henry victor       17.02.2019

huge is not great

never be ashamed, oh my self

to stand before the proud

and the insolent might

with your eloquent simplicity

knowing always that which is huge

is not great

and pride is always short lived

and never everlasting

crown yourself, oh my soul

with humility

the very nature of the divine

and the truly wise men and women

knowing always that which is huge

is not great

and pride is always short lived

and never everlasting

free yourself, oh my being

with freedom of the wind of God

and of the hermit

possessing neither home nor possessions

knowing always that which is huge

is not great

and pride is always short lived

and never everlasting

henry victor     20.12.1992

walking trail

my life

turning into a river-valley walking trail

paved in the past

but neglected now

in that run-down condition

smooth surfaces bulging

here and there

with weeds growing

through cracks

and the path littered

with cigarette butts

dog pee, and more

that men, women

and children on walking trail

dodge and spit as they stroll

chanting a chorus of disgust

and my aging present

hindering the other swift feet

henry victor     08.07.2005