not bored

i am not bored but broken

shattered completely, like that bus-shed

in service, now vandalized by a teenager

un-named, an incarnation of indiscipline

i am not bored but empty

with my purpose, from me, stripped

and my use made naked

un-public, souls from me fleeing

i am not bored but dead

living lifeless, walking around

like those zombie in a video game

un-dead, but soon to be buried    

© henry victor        10.07.2015

nothing

i dreamt, last night, my fat holder

my purse; morning i heard the masses

calling it hope, the spring flower

to settle before my death my debt

since all i was firmly determined

this noon i opened my wallet

like tilling my ground, my garden

the summer fruits to harvest, only

to find the warden has hidden

all, leaving me with nothing

only the unpaid rising to drown

my mind, my dream, my everything

© henry victor        13.08.2017

   

walk the path of Jesus

i have halted my hoping

for your encouragement

and you sustaining my work

of justice and reconciliation

and i expect not you

the patron of the patronizing

rich and the insensitive pretenders

to keep my vision alive

for i am brutally betrayed

by the same kiss of Judas, the pan handler

and cautiously rejected

by the chief priests and caesars of today

and thereafter cruelly crucified

by the sadistic fun loving masses

but will i not continue in the same path

of that crucified Jesus of Nazareth

© henry victor

 

keep plodding

i feel sick in my heart that those who align

not with those who crave for control
suffer most, with all
support removed too quick!

this was also in the case of Jesus of Nazareth;

i try hard but my mind is too bleak
to anchor my hope in a life
beyond the hillock of Calvary!

world, in any case, even my soul

keeps moving, changing and growing;
a way you take your people into an experience
of journey, a resurrection from death!

‘plod, and keep plodding’, to my spirit

i say, for that is the game
that you want me to play until my body
finally returns to his bed, the earth!

 

un-camping

it rained last night and it poured

raining cats and dogs the whole night
and i slept not, not even a wink
for inside my tent i was drenched

the thunder storm with lightning

provided my camp with blinking light
after blowing out the candle, a blink
in my corner before it stood shining

now i un-camp to continue my expedition

hoping soon the sun would shine bright
to wash and dry soiled laundry, my link
to tomorrow’s trade and rest-filled vacation

henry victor     28.05.2013

 

night heron

roaming foxes

and creeping pythons

provoke not poetry

in night heron

that challenges me

with her silence

and unsung patience

before flying

with splendid colour

of a slim structure

reminding, also, the need

to anchor in hope

of a better tomorrow

a faith in universal care

and abandoning speed

for anxious moving

henry victor     14.01.2002

picking cowry shells

while wandering in eternity

i happen to be shipwrecked
and was surely stranded
in those isolated islands

whose seas i sometimes easily crossed

by swimming, at other times struggled
much to escape those pounding waves
clutching currents, and swallowing whales

when i did not have to battle monsters

desperately desiring to make short
my looming living, i spent my moments
picking cowry shells, smooth and glossy

these shells attracted me, ceaselessly creating

a tranquil music in a terrified heart
with a sturdy hope in mind, one day to trade
them for a better life in a yonder world

henry victor 04.01.2003