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

last request

since i have had my share

of pain, painful, and pleasing pleasure

i plead with you to take me

home now to be with you

like me wrapping my mat

after napping a whole night

in case you decide to delay

i do not ask for a relay

of pleasure and pain

but a quiet desk, and a pen

for the flow of my fable, my gory

to transform into a soothing story

henry victor     27.12.2003

trail

i walk that old trail

with hope to beat a little

the sugar count

but more to leave another trail

my walk along the river

with a little quiver

caused by my bone

not ready to fight a beaver

i return from my stride

excited like a bride

elevated by the groom

himself driving that ride

though it was only a coin

that i added to my loin

but sure there were hugs

and a kiss from that grass crown

henry victor     18.06.2003

blind and deaf

my old age love, my urge to hear

a little music in human laughter

for my frail body to do my final dance

made me blind to the world’s taste

but what caused your blindness

making you bite the hand that fed

day and night as you were nestled 

in that heart you kick now to bleed

and what triggered a pile up of wax

to the point of deafness in your soul

too, stubbornly refusing an active feel

of my humanness, brokenness, my need

© henry victor            24.01.2018

priced well for sipping

my hot, bitter sweet tea i do not drink

but slowly, and gently sip

daily in the morning, noon

and in the afternoon

i always make my own

with water boiling at one hundred, and one

in which i soak

until the cup is settled with bitter and dark

that liquid now i slightly colour

with milk, taking extra care

that bitterness stays, in cup remain the black

but adding a single sweetener

again i return the cup and the content

to the microwave

to boil my drink further

until the cup can sure burn my lip

i have in hand my tea to sip

without gulping i enjoy

sipping my life that is aging

like the aged wine priced well

© henry victor        25.01.2017