Saturday, January 20, 2018

schooled


 


i was schooled

not in the school

of scoundrels

who, exactly know

the way of success

and plenty



these seemingly wise

rebuked me

for my refusal

to follow

their easy model



rather i was schooled

in the school

of trees

and those distant stars

as the clouds

fair and dark

tutored me

to be free

like singing creatures

of wings

large and small

to fly, and fly away

and never be afraid

of want, height

or even failure



i was schooled

until i learnt

the lessons

to let go



as those seemingly wise

rebuked me

for my refusal

to follow

their easy model

of success

and plenty



© henry victor     25.01.1981

Friday, January 19, 2018

strengthening my solidarity




from the fossils buried deep under glaciers

earth, and oceans, your writings of the history

of my world you continuously create and heal

i decipher my revelatory beliefs of you, to call



it my theology, promoting it with my praises

of you so silly, empty, and deceptive to neighbors

and self without strengthening my solidarity

with that life-giving mother nature



the rivers, the plants, the animals and the fowls

including the turkey, a foolish imitator of the peacock

may be then, and may be then, i will have a chance

of not ending myself a sandy, or a stony fossil



© henry victor             27.12.2002


 


 

Thursday, January 11, 2018

blend together




these are that i need most

and these, together i must blend



speed of the fastest horse

gentleness of the gentlest woman



sure footing of the slowest tortoise

sluggishness of the laziest sluggard



patience of the most patient hawk

wisdom of the greatest sage



business of the busiest ant

crudeness of the carefree teenager



courage of the fiercest lion

fairness of the fairest judge



roughness of the roughest rock

innocence of the innocent infant



sweetness of the sweetest sugarcane

bitterness of the collegial rival



vigilance of the watchdog

study-habit of the studious student



sharpness of the sharpest knife

firmness of that autocratic dictator



smoothness of the cloudless sky

charm of the charming youth



vanity of the prettiest peacock

quickness of that courtroom advocate



wakefulness of the nightly owl

greed of the greediest moneychanger



hardness of the hardest coconut

wit of the wittiest Shakespeare



© henry victor     17.09.2004



Wednesday, January 10, 2018

winds and waves


winds, tough, have calm down

waves, huge, have now subsided

i am at perfect peace under ocean bed, buried



© henry victor     11.09.2006



Tuesday, January 9, 2018

impossible possibility




does a dry rose

ever provide a throne

for a buzzing bee



can a drooping flower

carry in its bosom

drops of sweet honey

for a fluttering butterfly



will a hermit’s heart

ooze love

and rhythmically dance

to a young woman’s music



© henry victor          08.01.2018




Sunday, January 7, 2018

a single hair




i picked a hair, a dame’s, for sure

in my oatmeal this morning

as i was about to pour water

and stir with some sweetener



making my breakfast, a poem to enjoy!

i remembered, those days, for my mother

it was only i, among her five boys

somehow found her hair in my meals!



ex-spouse of 35 years too have protested!

and now, i talk to this woman, also about

what we will do in bed, but only in cyber

when via camera, she walks into my kitchen



© henry victor             07.01.2018


Saturday, January 6, 2018

uncluttering




my life is cluttered like my carrot plot

in my backyard beautiful with its green

when captured in a photograph



but when pulling them out for the table

to cook, or to eat as raw salad

there is a different rhyme

useless, too thin, also drying too fast

in a day, or two, but soon ready

to be dumped in the dump that garbage

maintaining my regular payment of the city tax



hence my life has to have much uncluttering

starting with my study needing to be cleaned

with papers filed and some books discarded



the two spaces with hardboard also need

a little mopping to remove my grandson’s spill



my pantry needs arranging

and much to throw away

as i did with my spouse



kitchen cupboards too need a little arranging

with those closets upstairs to be emptied

adding some order to the piles of clothes



the bathroom i use needs scrubbing

with that shower rubber fixed



the wire mesh on the window

in the living room can wait

for fixing till next spring

but windows need cleaning

though only after the garden is fixed

with at least all carrots pulled out

and distributed to those deserving

and undeserving with the hose pipe

wrapped and placed in the garage



the garage too needs cleaning and the basement

a major project before i complete

my paper on the theology

of the missio dei for the SPG journal

or that workshop on pluralistic perspectives

for the White Court Christians



with Justin, my daughter’s son i give in

putting aside all other

while i have to consider my daughter

and her laziness that has piled up a major clutter

with her boy-friend and his direction less life added

threatening to flood not only my basement

but my entire bungalow drowning me to death



i need to sleep enough to give my heart

rest and an opportunity to heal

with enough exercise to get rid

of excess sugar and that fat

while the major task would be to bring enough money

to eat appropriate food and pay the bills

which means also putting up with mediocrity 

the main ingredient of the present life



© henry victor     02.10.2012