combining

i lack no strength, courage, hope and love

but a sense of purpose, in my heart is absent

to translate abstract godly virtues into acts

putting merits in a fleshy body, mind and soul

making human values to become a living being

walking, talking, dancing and singing with joy

to combine into a single feathery bird, those two

the dancing peacock and the singing cuckoo

or the eagle soaring higher to dive into chasm deep

and the hen scratching surface and embracing chicks

to protect from that devious, dirty raven who steals

not just the light but every little creature on this soil

© henry victor     19.08.2010

Kim Sung Ling

i am that Kim Sung Ling

and when i have none to sing

i’ll either walk along the long bridge

or climb and sit on my old fridge

that i may breathe some fresh air

or relax, dreaming my climbing a stair

picking up a strong clip

to tighten securely my lip

that i may speak nothing unfair

or drop, bricks of folly so rare

to the hearty delight

of those gathered in the twilight

to hear Kim Sung Ling

prompting them also to sing

© henry victor     20.11.2003