paradigm of gratitude

mountain ash, elm, poplar and weeping

willow, my cherished sisters

children of my mother earth

you are a paradigm of gratitude

the blanket you knit to cover

our naked mother as the cold winter

advances to cover her feeble body

sustaining us in life and in death

shedding your very organ, you absorb

the energy our father sun sends

with such impartiality on the selfish

and the very liberal to warm and nourish,

your willing sacrifice puts me

to shame that i, the leader

with all my learning have mastered

nothing but egotistic grabbing

and have miserably failed

to learn even basic skills

on generous giving

you teach eloquently with regularity

henry victor     09.10.2002

i submit

gentle breeze; can be

windy, rarely cyclonic

i watch and submit

henry victor     13.08.2002

smashed soul

i make a mental note, or a verbal promise

then go and put off errands forgetting

my commitments like a potato to simply sit

not following through the unspoken word

or in haste spoken

though they still define

my being, my reliability

and soul’s integrity!

my following through, in fact

my negligence is also followed up

with greater care

now sitting on the throne

as judge with mitre on head

and fire underneath

to slice self before it is fried, or boiled

thoroughly before it is mashed

a verdict i may not cherish

looking for more energy to bury self               

as deep as i can so no gods may resurrect

to haunt, or hunt me

when i’m already burdened

with too many baggage

broken promises and unfinished tasks

to fly away, or to run and hide!

henry victor     09.08.2002

masking truth

to love and to be loved by you

i kept concealing facts

masking truth

and invented an apparent reality

i said to my soul when rooted

in love and assured of your growth

and when that moment has arrived

i shall plainly speak

but when the moment was here to speak

accuracy, i spoke another lie to cushion

your heart while carrying in my heart

the pain caused by speech not so plain

henry victor     15.08.2002

awake

you inside the cave of my soul

is always awake

monitoring my every cell

for the inflow of sugar

awakening my brain when

the trickling stops

no matter even

if mind is submerged in dream

i wake; i respond

to your summoning

giving thanks much grand

naming it: miracle

© henry victor           13.09.2016 

for cigarettes

he lives

with tobacco

in his nostrils

and lips

hearing the ear drums

drumming only her

groaning

dreaming of her in sleep

or, opening

that rare rear end

to clear the ashes

© henry victor        13.09.2016

friend i seek

i need your friendship

more now, than before;

i feel my aloneness

and the much i have lost

without a companion to chat

to receive a timely counsel!

those around me are too busy

and carry their own grief;

when not busy, or not burdened

with woes, often they are fake!

be not far away; speak loud

to me, and clear, that i may hear!

© henry victor           08.09.2016