settling with unsettling

something bulky in my indoors,

like an active turtle, revolts

within, refusing to my settling

in the depth inside my shell

refusals and revolts of my soul

against the menacing ‘isms’

religious and secular in texture

including a broader universalism

they are nothing but a ‘herd-ism’

camouflaged, making me move,

though, like a tortoise in slow speed

reconciling with an unsettling self

© henry victor     31.12.2003

a rascal

like a three-year-old child i imitate

the men and women of the bard

picking someone else’s pen i scribble

feeling in heart like other poets

i have also left an enclosure

with a flute for my songs  

for others behind me to sing

with affection and wisdom

my associates do not deem

the un-rhythmic squirt squiggling

ignorance, but in me, a rascal

they see an immortal poet

a sage amongst them, a rebel

a prophet with a new vision

to transform deteriorating structures

and values of disintegrating cultures

© henry victor     11.09.2003

jammed cento

retreating from the world, all i can do

where no man has seen the third hand
and i meet the Bishop on the road, and
i caught this morning morning’s minion

in an upper room at midnight

when i watch the living meet my last
Duchess painted on the wall!
oh, my love is like a red, red rose

for which the thirsty earth soaks up the rain

and flee from me that sometimes did me seek
with Chieftain Iffucan of Azcan in caftan!
Milton! you should be living at this hour!
 
henry victor     10.04.2013