the photograph

words and images reign

my thoughts

dictating disorder out

to establish the couch

for more sun shine

deep within my heart

during this regime

on the roadsides  

i see much rain

puddles, my poems

reflecting for eyes, ready

to see the neighbourhood

henry victor          16.12.2018

another unresponsive love

your cold hearted unresponsiveness

to my seeking you so fervently

makes my heart slow down

threatening even to stop pumping

that life giving blood to flow

to every fibre of my being

your hiding your face

and letting me not know your dwelling

that i may not reach you

to plead with you listen to supplications

overflowing from my heart

the centre of my desolations

your running away from me

with those gold ear-studs

your stone deafness and silence

of that widest wilderness

not even a camel, the desert ship

can enable me to reach you

to deliver my message

for my becoming whole

henry victor           16.04.2010

two together

desperately i try to create calm

deep within the cave of my heart

while secretly surfing on the storm

whistling outside, snarling at my want

to beat all swirling inside my soul

treacherously betraying my spirit

climbing, combing a higher mountain

clinging to the goal, the gold crown

thus i carry within a single self

two corpses:

a stillborn child

and my own

© henry victor              18.08.2004

low tide

i am back, again, to sit

on the rock in middle

of the flowing river

surging, splashing waves

after rising water;

the young men

and plenty of damsels

among them future rulers

too, walking through

the hub mall as i sit

to watch my muse

swelling in low tide

©  henry victor     24.03.2004

i'm Jonah

i’m Jonah singing un-rhythmic song

instead of researching and writing

paper for presentation to correct wrong

in social milieu; much evil promoting

i go to Tarshish avoiding Nineveh

dodging task entrusted to perform;

i sleep much at bottom of the boat

undisturbed by the turbulence out

i grumble when comforts i earned not

from me removed swiftly, for another

to enjoy while i’m in discomfort

wailing with songs in my chosen corner

© henry victor     19.05.2003

look at my scribble

i look at my poems

and my face yields a smile

constantly i look at past promises

and tears instantly heap inside

i know this plaque, these assurances

not lived to flower in my garden

constantly kills my cellular life

that sullenly slows my flow

hence i turn to watch justin

my grandson scribble my scrapbook

constantly looking into my face

grinning, bulldozing my moments

to sculpt a funny image

to permanently install in my heart

constantly with no consciousness

carving a memoir with my jotting

© henry victor     10.04.2011

that depth

she carried a deeper sea

none, not even she

has ever, in full, explored that depth

further, thickly she has veiled

the surface, her face covered

that none may see her cry, or smile

she like Maryam was willing

to bear the Word of God, killing

not what needs to be revealed

fearing not the heretical thoughts

bred by men of power and wallets

living what she heard in that depth

© henry victor      20.06.2016