A Poem for Each Occasion

By Isaac Ziv

A collection of poems that deal with love, religion and death.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Outskirts Press
• Release date: Oct 13, 2023
• ISBN: 9781977269645

Isaac Ziv

A retired software engineer.

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A Poem for Each Occasion

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To my beloved soul, my wife

Contents

**How is she?

**A Morning Rush

**An autumn night

**A Willow in April’s gown

**The Umbrella

**Sorrowful

**Catherine

**My lovely Alma

**My days are consumed

**A Moth’s Love

**Katherine’s Look

**My Heart Is Overburdened with Fruits of Love

**A Coffin’s Protest

**She

**The chaliced flower in a lady’s hair

**A Dialog with The Sea

**The grave digger

**Life on precipice

**The village

**Oh me, oh poor shrunk, brittle me

**My worst nightmare, I dread and fear

**A small Pebble stone

**A spider at night

**Our Beloved Cat

**A Stone Structure Upon a Hill

**Innuendo

**The Butterfly

** The forest’s nymph

**Never

**Yesterday I saw a girl walking down the streets

**A Day at the Zoo

**Oh, that it were possible

**A walk in Manhattan

**A Date at a Café

**A Blue Night

**Death, is such a fearful thing

**When all my youth in years be

**A Child Walk

**He Will Not Come

**A Bird at My Window

**Dark Chilly Dreary City Morning

**Book Bazaar

**Cankered Love Or

**Child’s Night Thoughts

**My Verse

**College Love Labor Lost

**Child’s Dream

**Child’s Winter night

**A Day of Laugh and Love in The Sun

**A Day of Pray

**False Love

**A Gracious Silhouette on The Path of Light

**A Loss of Something None Existing

**A Lover Laments

**Man’s Philosophy

**A Meeting

**A Midnight Summer’s Hour

**A Morning Awakening

**A Night at A Garden

**A Night Before School

**A Night Mood

**Painful Spring

**A Silhouette of Childhood

**A Slumber

**A Stone in A Graveyard

**A Summer Morning

**A Tempest at Night

**A Voice by The Citrus Orchard

**A Walk in The Park

**A Week of Summer Fruits

**A Woman

**A Woman at A Street Café

**A Woman’s Pray

**Abandon Your Books

**Ah, Was I Ever a Happy Lover?

**Ah Love, But A Day?

**One splendiferous summer morning

**Beyond

**A Tale of an Old Man Hunter and a Bear

**A nightingale and I

**A Past Middle Age Woman Upon Whom I Gaze

**Alas, She Is So Fair

**Alone

**An Atheist

**An Autumn Evening

**An Autumn Morning Walk to School

**An Autumn Night in Bed

**An Autumn Sonata

**An Ecstasy of Solitude in An Estranged City

**An Enemy Within

**An Eternity at Night

**An Evening in Childhood

**An Evening of Roses

**An Incidental Meeting

**An Old Man Evening

**An Old Nymph

**And The Was

**And Thus Love

**Annulments And Vows

**Another Year, Another Day

**Aren’t You Jarred and Jaded of My Poems

**As A Free Bird

**As I Gaze Upon

**Autumn Sets on My Days

**Be For Me

**Be Near Me When I Fade Away

**Be Young at Heart

**A Betrayal

**Calm Night

**Came I To Summer

**Catherine’s Kiss

**Child Think Not Of

**Childhood

**Childhood Days and Joy

**Childhood Dreams

**Childhood In Spring

**Childhood Reflections

**Clara

**Clara Told Me

**College Heart’s Aches

**College Love Encounter

**College Love Lost

**Come And Hop on A Waving Swing

**Come Back the Days of Childhood

**Come To Me in My Dream

**Comfortable Life

**Conjured a Moment from the Past

**Contemplation Of Death

**Cruel Jaws of Time

**Cry Not When I Die

**Dark Winter Days

**Days As Moments in A Play

**Death Is Not Kind

**Death On My Tracks in Haste

**December

**Despair Not

**Do Not Disturb the Cemetery Guard

**Early Spring

**Endless Love

**Fair Is My Love from Far

**Fallen Love

**Fantasies And Dreams Dear Enchanters

**Farewell

**Farewell And Be Well Ungrateful Adulterous Lover

**Fear

**First Love

**For You Woman, I Shall Not Die

**Forgive Me Love

**Gettysburg

**Glorious Shining Star of Winter

**Go From Me Love

**God Or Nature?

**Green Grapes

**Grow Up Flower Child

**Guard Yourself

**Harbor Me Beneath Your Wings

**Have You Ever Been Enslaved by Love?

**He Who Would Drop

**He Who Would Never His Name Write

**Her Sweet

**Her Sweet Kiss

**Her Two Great Eyes

**Here He Lies

**Hershey

**Hey Love

**Home Alone

**How About Dawn?

**How Does She Smile?

**How Happy He, Who Is Free from Love’s Bare

**How Many Childhood Visions?

**How Much I Owe Thee My Homeland

**I Am Buried

**I Am Two Fools

**I Do Wonder About the Orbiting Moon

**I Dread the Calm

**I Found Your Footprint on The Sand

**I Had a Love

**I Have

**I Have Desired

**I Have Loved Thee

**I Have No Thought in Me but You

**I Knew One Solemn Day

**I Love the Tree Foliage

**I Love to Leave You Like This

**I Love You No More

**I Miss Her Days

**I Never Stooped So Beastly Low as They

**I Passed by The Place Where You Abode

**I Remember When

**I Shall Speak No More

**I Stand and Watch a Tree of Sturdy Oak

**I Thought I Had Forgotten

**I Will Turn My Eyes from You

**I Wish I Could Remember the First Night We Met

**I, The Son of Fragile Mortality

**If I Be

**If I Can Only

**If I Had

**If You Leave and Go Away

**Imprisoned By My Own Heart’ s Gate

**In Memories of Far Days

**In My Dreams and Fantasies

**In Storm and In Tempest We Two Parted

**In The Inferno of My Love Session

**Indian Summer

**Is It Gone?

**Is It Love?

**Is It Possible?

**Is It Possible? Is It True?

**Is That Your Face?

**It Does Not Fade

**It Is Not the Way That You Smile

**It Is That You Have Fled from Me

**Jealousy

**Joy

**Last Dawn I Rose from Dreams of You

**Late Contemplation

**Late Summer

**Late Summer Days

**Late Summer Evening

**Learn to obey the rout of your destiny

**Leaves

**Let Me Not Count the Clock That Tells the Time

**Let Me Wake Up Young

**Let Me Woo You in The Wee of The Hour

**Let The Devil Take Her

**Like Clouds That Rake the Mountain-Summits

**As The Dark Night to An Owl

**Listen To My Voice My Lost Love

**Listen To the Mid Night Falling Rain

**Live And Love

**Longing

**Lost Childhood

**Love Aches

**Love At First Sight

**Love At the Edge

**Love At the Lips

**Love At Wonder

**Love By the River’s Bank

**Love In Ashes

**Love Is Stale

**Love Lessons

**Love Lost

**Love’s Oscillations

**Love Wonders

**Love, when you And I Are Old and Grey

**Meditation

**Memories

**Memories In Ripples

**Morning In the Ides of a Spring Month

**Morning Spring

**Mulling Childhood Scenes

**My Creeping, Crabbing Age

**My Days of Youth

**My Days of Youth Will Come Again

**My Dear Beloved

**My Dear Friend

**My Dear Love

**My Dire Cry

**My Home Town

**My Life has Crept Long

**My Love the Shrew

**My Lover And I

**My Love’s World Is Wrong

**My Grave’s Stone

**My Sweet Star

**My Tattered Spirit Is Too Weak

**My Tomb’s Stone

**My Utmost Fears

**My Worst Nightmare

**My Years

**Night Of Dew and Tangle

**Of Human Bondage

**Oh, Beauty

**Oh, Ever Present to My View

**Oh Hunter, Catch! Snare Me my Childhood shadow!

**Oh, Lofty Trees

**Oh Love!

**Oh prophet!

**Oh, Where Are You the Lost Lamb in Pain and In Sour

**Oh Wordsworth! Wordsworth!

**Oh, You Angel of Pain

**Oh, A Maid of Mine

**Oh, How I Love Late Summer Eve

**Oh, If It Is Not God Utmost Forbiddance

**Oh, Never More!

**Oh, Pretty Woman

**Oh, Who Is Afraid of Life?

**On God Laments

**Once Two Friends

**One Morning in April

**Our Marriage

**Our Orli

**Over A Hill

**Past Days Melodies

**Past Love

**Picture Of the Past

**Rain One Solitary Night

**Rain, Rain, Rain

**Recollections

**Reflections

**Reflections On a Winter Night

**Regrets

**Remember Me

**Rise Up Child

**Sacramento’s Sacraments

**Savage Time

**Scold Me

**Send Me Some Words

**Sessions

**Shabbat

**Shall I Care?

**Shall I Ever Let

**Shall I Make Peace

**Shall I Compare my Life to A Sizzle Summer

**She Came Down the Stairs

**She Said Good Night

**She Stood There

**So Sweet

**Sodom And Gomorrah

**Solitude In Childhood

**Sometimes I Think

**Spring In the Holy Land

**Stars And Moon Are Watching

**Stars In the Canopy of Summer Sky

**Stay Away Foul Death!

**Stay Shadow of Contentment

**Summer

**Summer Thorns

**Summer Twilights

**Sun Sets on Beaches

**Sweet Childhood

**Sweet Dawn

**Sweet Madeleine

**Sweet, Remember Our Prime Days

**Take Heed of Loving Me

**Take Me

**Take Me Back

**Temptation Lurks

**That Night

**That Night I Walked Home

**That You Have Abandoned any Will and Strife

**The Air Around Me

**The Dancing Whirling Leaves

**The Day You Stop Being Mine

**The Death of All Things

**The Din of The Metropolises

**The Eagles

**The Fall of a Crimson Leaf

**The Flowers of My Youth

**The Gloom of An Hour

**The Glory of a Cloud

**The Happy Days of Spring

**The Haunting of a Hunter

**The Lonely Maid

**The Lovely Valley of Her Breast

**The Man Who Loves a Coquette

**The Odor of Her Love

**The Queen of The Night

**The Rose

**The Scent and The Memories of Past Days

**The Screen Is Down on Our Show

**The Sea by Night

**The Shade of Death

**The Shechinah at Eve of Sabbath

**The Shell

**The Ship Has Left the Empty Coast

**The Soul and The Core of Every Language

**The Star

**The Strength of Childhood Is for Ever

**The Sun

**The Tree

**The Visit

**The Wagon

**The Well of Love

**The Winds

**The World Beauties

**There Are Times When I Recall the Sweet Scents

**There Will Come

**They Say Death Is Good

**Thorns And Petals

**Thy Nightly Gown, Thy Shoes, Thy Shows and Bed of Roses

**Time And the Vile Hand

**Time In Change

**To A Woman Like You

**To An Anonymous

**To Be Alone

**To Dream Her

**To Whom Who Writes a Novel

**Tonight, All Windows Are Opened Wide

**Too Young

**Traveling Through the Orbits of Love

**Truths And Lies

**Try To Remember

**Two Beneath a Shady Tree

**Uncrowned Lovers

**Unveiling Lines Without a Rose

**Watch A Falling Star

**We Shall Stroll No More

**When Cold Winter Winds Gripped the Air Between Us

**When I Am Dying

**When I Catch My Falling Star

**When I Go

**When I Look at Other Women

**When It Will Be My Time

**When Love Starts, When Love Ends

**When She Passes, A Sovereign Beauty Which I Adore

**When She the Glamorous

**When The Balmy Roses Cease to Bloom

**When You Are Gone

**Where Is Love?

**Whoever Loved?

**Who Would Be There to Tell Me?

**Who Would Stand at My Grave?

**Why You Only

**Wild Strawberries

**Winter

**Winter Childhood Moods

**Winter Nights

**Winter Twilight

**Winter Wind

**With Faith and Strength

**Yet Though My Outer Has Altered

**You Came to Me

**You Came to Me at The Autumn of My Life

**You Have Stormed into My Life

**You May Leave

**You Turned from Me

**Your Faults

**Youth And Sore Love

**Youth In Embers

**Long White Days of Summer

**Maddening Love

**Alas! My hidden Love!

**My Dormant, Truant Muse

**How is she?

See, how pensive she sits, and rolls her languid eyes,

Gently she nibbles her toast, and cools her burning tea with deep drawn sighs,

For what reason is she here?

Or else forget her purpose of the night, no longer to her, it is clear

For a moment she forgets her tea, forgets her lost appetite.

See, with crossed, long, stretched legs, she still sits

The fire near her, is going out and no one rings

For coals, and therefore no dismal coals, any attend brings.

Alas, instantly, a fly is in the milk pot has crashed, it must die!

By any humane rules? And moral burst, cry!

No, no; not with her kind heart’s tone

There, with no hesitation, she picks up a spoon,

Inserts it deep, dips the handle, and lo! Soon

The little fainting straggler is saved from perils dark,

Across the teaboard its transparent wings

Drew a long-wet, diluted milk in tea, mark.

Such a saint soul, she grants him its merciful boon

Barely holding his breathe, before joyfully into the air it outsprings,

Only yesterday, she with lovers danced and ardently kissed, loved as faeries do

For faeries can be as human lovers, honest, playful and true

Amid the woods’ gloom, she and her lovers were so lone and wild

Where even a heavenly angel, feels himself out, exiled

And where the very ominous night fell, being concern, might be afraid?

They hurried along to some less magic dappling shade.

She sits employing irony and sarcasm, to denounce the frailties and faults of mankind.

For her, love heeds no more the soft sighing lure of the wind

Realizing, for herself, they are not long, the weeping, laughter, love, desire and hate

She can tell sitting there, they have no portion of her, that will survive after she passes the gate

They are not long, the blessed days of honey and roses

Her path emerges for a while, is not an immortal, circular, where eternal stars orbit, then it closes

Like all rivers end in the sea’s sand

She dreads, she, like all things must too, come to her final end.

The sound, the dimming drama; the sigh, and the pray

While no audience sits in dark theater, hoping at the end of her play

The screen is slipping down on her show

The dreadful, end, ever was she the girl who with the villain did go?

Is this the last laugh, last sigh, the closing breath on her stage?

Which will not echo in the audience’s ears, as long as her age

And so, in spite of looming death, she does fairly survive,

In that her kindness and dignity still are left alive.’

**A Morning Rush

The seasons gather flowers from the rain

And bring the firstling to the flock

And in the dusk of dawn, the unrelenting clock

Beats out the little dreams from the drowsy eyes, again

The morning settled on horizon, too soon

It pushes, it rolls off the late orbiting moon

Hurry, rush, no more time to a lax sleep

Delirious dreams, reminisced thoughts, not the time to keep

Here comes morning rush’s loom

The clock is ringing, ticking, in light or in gloom

Leave the warm bed in horrifying haste

Take a bath, shave, brush teeth, ignore the awful taste

Grasp a cloth or any meaningful attire

Take the elevator or run-down spiral stairs

Catch a bus, hop on a rushing, crowded train

In sunshine, in frosty gale, in wind or in needles drops’ rain

How impatience does lour in your face!

Gild your face with the ancient or to yield a glow

False face must hide what the false heart does know.

Transportation under city’s roar, lacks delight and grace

Join the crowd, march with the restless throng

So many beings walking the world’s streets, it cannot be wrong

It does not matter where they all go

As long as one keeps up with their flow

The city’s bells are tolling loud

A beautiful day is high on the rise, without a single cloud

**An autumn night

An autumn night, so bitter, nipping chill it is

A wide staring owl, for all its plum and thick feathers, is cold

The hare, long ago rushed, limping, trembling through the frozen maze

Into a lair, and stark silence is the song’s birds on a woody enfold

Naked trees with barren boughs, no leaf does tremble, no ripple there

On the streets, all abandoned and still, under the night sleepy eye

The world so deserted from any human sign or care

Darkness reign on dreary dusty routes, with echoing dire cry

And the moon, whether prudish or shy in this cold night

Has fled to her bower, well reluctant to lend her dimming light

No light in this oppressing darkness, no fume, no torch in the gloom

Is this world ever waken? Do these trees ever bloom?

**A Willow in April’s gown

How beautiful is the willow in April’s gown

Delicate and gleaming under the sun

Never minding the seasons and years long gone

It stands, with long flowery drippings and soft wind sigh

Spring does not call me, as it used to

With sprouts in vast meadows and balmy flowers of variety hues

No more shall I renew myself with the world, every spring

With heavy leafy boughs crowded with pert and nimble birds in sing

Willow, Willow sway, twinkle, lull in the sun

Your leaves, same leaves of my past days gone

Welcome me as the spring use to, in wild laugh and fun

Oh, let me answer the spring again, for my days are still undone

**The Umbrella

One morning, in a city of din and broken roar, without a pause

A maid walked along into my wandering glance

So pretty, so pure, like a sprouting spring rose, she was

Under her feet the cobble stones, lulled in a devil’s dance

Such a beautiful maid jumped into the street

And in the middle of gushing rain, over a rushing creek

I am such a reserved, shy, modest guy

Without aim, or purpose under dark ominously pouring summer sky

So swiftly, intuitively, gracefully I extended my umbrella

To that lovely flower, bare orphan, in the street, a walking Cinderella

Her still, small voice whispered to me

‘Thank You’, as she joined with a youthful glee

And by that she washed away all my misery

Ah, was there ever a better way to be

When the rotten street edges tear and drip

Ah, what a face! What cheeks to my stunned, shriveled lips

When coal black blanket wraps the sinking day

And the shaken leaves are stamped to muddy clay

What music cannot, passion raises and does quell

As we walked closely under the umbrella shell

All streets’ walkers and merchants stood gasping around

And a stretched wondering on their faces, fell bound

So lucky were I, that rainy low clouds day

The precious umbrella so handy, under showers of May

Like the fisherman net on the bank of sandy bay

What a price for such umbrella I would make a pay

And the blessed rain, kept gushing as if it just newly began

Through all the compass of notes, it ran

Such a diapason closing full on me

Was there, is there ever a better way to be?

And so, I walked with comely maid, young and tall

She, with such elegance and grace of gait, that bewitched all

The crowd turned their heads as in greeting parade

They stopped for an instance whatever they made

She saw me, I was smiling pleasantly

Quite plainly grateful for her beauteous courtesy

Observing when she lowered long lashes eyes and hushed

And like a budding rose all over blushed.

Then, I stood behind, soaked in wet streets long alone

My soul like the earth after the sun has gone

And it grew slowly cool and clammy, drawing a darker hue

I mused what could had been, but from my dreams no comfort drew

The girl had gone and all the magic scene

Had vanished. Had that divine tracery been

No more than an instance of fantasy, rain on the land

I stood frozen lonely under an umbrella at my hand

Gnawing my inwards as poisonous minerals so eagerly

Gone, gone was the spell, the charm and the mystery

Under that summer flood, gorging down ferociously

Into Noah ark, I would have her with me for eternity

**Sorrowful

The foul night descended to a screeching owl, I was so sorrowful, I could not even weep,

And all the host of my memories gathered, conspiring, not to let me sleep.

I was free during the day, I watched the river grow more white and strange,

The soft inland murmur through its stony lips, all day till evening, as I watched, it did change.

All day till evening I watched the monotonous dripping rain

Beating steadily, wearily upon my windowpane

I was sorrowful, not only jaded and tired

Of everything that ever I craved, emulously desired.

Her lips, her teeth, her fiery eyes, all day became to me

The shadow of a shadow, totally a misery

All day mine hunger for her heart’s chamber became

Stronger by the minute, until the evening came,

Her divine love heeds no more the sighing of the soft wind

Against the perfect flowers, her garden is shunned, close

Is grown an evil wilderness, where none shall find

One strayed, last tattered petal of one last year’s rose.

It left me sorrowful, inclined to mourn and to weep,

With all my nagging throng of memories, that could not sleep.

**Catherine

Some, as many other, find Ashley’s beauty strikingly stunning

Most of these things I freely feel and admit.

I find Ashley to be attractive, tall, slender, and regal of fair complexion

But stunning? No! No exception!

I deny it, the girl is scarcely venomous

There is not a morsel of spice, through all the length of her body

Not a pinch of love’s enticing in her character

Not a pint of elusive excitement in her personality

Now, Catherine is stunning

For Catherine’s beauty is rare and total

And by that, the sum all women are diminished

This walking beauty overshadows any feminine stature

A magnet of men, has she not plundered woman’s head of all its graces?

Flaunting them as her adornments

Regard her as she walks, a beauty in elegance

Listen to her as she talks, a sophisticated wisdom

Her smile, her style, her laugh, her fret

Her look when she rebukes

Is an expression of a fashion

Dream her face as she sleeps

Ever such budding eyes have been, have seen?

And Catherine inherited with her blood

Though in perverted ways, a burning zeal

For law, nature and God in her demeanor and mood

Transferred what was perverse to the ideal

Catherine is ice as she is fire

You hate her and you love her

And if you wonder, how can you do both?

I cannot say,

But I can feel it as it shivers through me

Being torn and tortured between the two

Catherine is a person you can never stop loving or adore

You can only hate her, and abhor her more

Feed on her voluptuous lips, and if those hills be dry,

Stray lower, where the pleasant fountains lie.

**My Lovely Alma

My lovely Alma, wherefore look thou languid, lackadaisical, so sad,

When does everything make a gleeful boast, out in the gloom’s shade?

The birds are chanting melody on every lush, twiggy, balmy bush,

The snake lies rolled in flowery bank, spoiling itself under the cheerful sun’s gush,

The green leaves quiver with the whispering, sighing, cooling wind

And make a checker’s shadow down on the pebbled ground,

Under the leaves’ sweet shade, Alma, let us sit, by Nature’s whims.

And, whilst the babbling echo of water creek mocks the restless hounds,

See how sometimes in hot chase the heedless furious dogs

Incautious, enter these deep, thick, tangled bogs

Horror stricken when they realize their hasty error

They run off whining with ware out expression of terror

Plump infant laughers, filling the pleasant air, mimicking the coil.

Of seamen, and stout, brave galley of dwarfs’ toil:

With toying oars and silken goblinish sails, they arrange and glide

Against the breaking waves of their vexed sea, no care for wind and tide.

Replying shrilly to the well-tuned in the valley horns,

As if a double hunt is heard at once, in fields enfolding hosts of corn

Let us sit down and mark their yelping noise.

And, after conflict such as was supposed their poise

The humming field flies mounting on panthers’ furs and lions’ manes,

No fear, from rear to caravan they scour about the plains;

A three days’ journey in a swift moment is done;

And always, against the rising, beaming of the sun,

The wandering fairy prince with pranks and didoes once enjoyed,

When with a happy storm they were faced surprised, cloyed

And curtained with a counsel-keeping cave,

We may, each wreathed in the other’s arms, be my amorous slave

Our pastimes swiftly would be done when dealing with such beguiling sport,

Whiles hounds and horns and sweet melodious birds bathing nimbly in our court

Be unto us as is a nurse’s song, hovering over rich foliage’s trees to keep,

Of lullaby that brings her babe asleep.

Come, lovely Alma with me to the calling moor where once as a boy a dandelion I found

It tempted my fingers with light and ivory feathery round

Longing to touch it, I tiptoed near

I blew full puff and all the plumelets into the air floated and did disappear

And all that in my hand was left of them

Was but a naked shaft of a green stem

Come love, under these uncurtained heavens above, to let us luxuriously live,

While the host of bees among the trees sing for thee their forest-hive;

Come Alma love, all is quiet except a woodpecker, pert and nimble alone

It taps lightly on a fir, and now suddenly it is gone

It hides but still tapping on the other side with its beak

Mocking us like a little child playing in hide and seek

Watch the nearby squirrel it sits calmly holding in its paws

It has a nut by its little hands; its tail a while ago it gnaws

Which hangs over its head like a stylish ostrich plume on a lady head, so fair

But though thus veiled the suspicious squirrel glances near and far

It notices a critter prowling by and like a lightning it flees

Jumping, hurling from branch to branch the epic dancer of the trees

At last, the vivid squirrel slips vanishing into unseen hole

Returning like a forest dryad to its bole

I am standing in the garden contemplating long alone

My famished soul like the earth after the sun has sunken, gone

The air is growing slowly cooler, and it takes a darker night hue

I am musing about my love but from my dreams no comfort ensue

My love Alma is not coming, she is gone and all the magic scene

Has vanished, not to be, has that lovely tracery been

No more than dry straw, with those bright gold bands?

I am standing there forlorn, wringing my frigid hands

**My days are consumed

My days are consumed, as moments are passing at a play

The hasty seasons chase each other, as a day does another day

Old days’ dreams are not encouraging, not invigorating dreams

The bright sun is extinguishing, my frail skies are in languid debilitating beams

At nights, the stars do darkling wander, lost ghosts in the eternal endless space,

Rayless forests, pathless woods, the happy earth to me is bestowing no grace

Shadows, phantoms of the sky, swing blind and blackening in the moonless air

For me, morning comes and goes and comes, yet it brings no new day of hope and glare

Years have passed, sixty joyful summers, with the length

Of sixty long cold, dark winters! Again, I recall the vigor and strength

Of youth and the waters creek, rolling from their mountain, springs like savage beasts chasing their prey

And then, at even, balanced slope, it turned into a soft inland murmur, like a holy pray

I do recall the days of youth in school, when the plains were fresh with grass, wild and bare

Open wide, savage, thrusting growth that was opening to the pert spring air

Beauty sprouted and built up around in valley, hill and everywhere

Beautiful, exciting earth, with brilliance so captivating in rare

Nowadays, often, in lonely cold rooms, and mid the din and anxiety

Of towns and cities, I have owed a soothing pleasure to that hour of recall

In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, I felt in the blood, I felt along the heart whole

And passing even into my purer mind, the tranquil restoration, free of perplexity

Throngs thrust through bustling city streets and alleys, buzzing noise and broken roar

All portraits new I will never see again, strange events of dimensions I have never seen before

I recall that bright day when she came to the class of theoretical physics

And sat by a tall white, marble pillar, a colossus, never alone

An angel watching from an angle, the board with elongated equations, and no lyrics

I sat few rows behind her, carved with stone

And once, but once she turned back, lifting her beautiful eyes

And suddenly, sweetly, strangely, unexpectedly, she blushed

to find they were met by my own

Blood throbbed through my flesh and bone

Oh, hell I thought, like from which heaven she stole

The fire that through those silken lashes

In the fiercest glances, seemed to ever roll?

From the eyes that cannot hide their flashes

And suddenly, sweetly strangely my heart started beating stronger

My blood streamed thicker, until I heard no longer

The Thermodynamic transformations of the physics laws

I was long gone under a pensive dream, coiled under an utterly estranged show

The bells were ringing, the tolls pealed up the vaulted hall

What untimely, un abrupt from nowhere, call

I stood up on my feet, stunned like a child’s greed

Would she remember the passionate, effulgent dual glances of our eyes’ meet

Ah, well, very well, I might have been beguiled

By some coquettish seducing deceit

Yet, if she were not a cheat

If she were all that she seemed

And her smile, had all that I dreamed in my bliss

Then the world was not so shakily bitter

And her gracious smile, would have sunk on me so much sweeter

Lovers need not tell their sorrows; pale were the lips I never did kiss

What vile winds had scudded away the war

Of daisies and roses, from her lovely cheeks,

At her garden door, the flowers were no more

By lecture end, the phantom vanished with nowhere to peek

As she fled fast through sun and shade

She looked so lovely as she swayed in her lovely gait

The happy pine trees with caressing winds, upon her head played,

Blowing, bouncing with the ringlets of her braid

I stood watching her, a man in his pride

Or rather a puppet on her string, swinging a strange ride

The rein with dainty fingertips, from my fingers slipped unframed

Out of my heart, in capitals of her golden name

I was a man who would give any of his other bliss

And all his worldly worthy for his craving of this

To waste his whole heart in one kiss upon her perfect voluptuous lips

Sweet, how sweet was the wordless greeting of her eyes,

And yet, how sweet was the voice in her social greeting,

When afternoon physics lectures due, the stolen glances and subtle goodbyes

Faded away, and into my memory were claiming, retreating.

How I longed and pleaded with my fate,

To have the earnest kiss landed on her brow,

I craved to find that holy secret hidden gate

A guidance to where the grass was fresh, and furrows were new to plough.

I never knew, whoever knows? When love starts and when love ends

When emotion in an inferno chamber ascends and in ebb retreats and descends

I have waited so long for her, was she sick? Would she ever return?

Counting the days, when our happy days adjourn

Yet, when she finally reappeared, reborn, came back

Nothing inside me remains; my heart congealed into a rock

Desert, full of wandering hills of dunes and emaciated weeds, empty of all songs and strains

Like a single candle at winter night, burning itself out, without rekindles again

I thought it will be the end of my existence of the world

I would live with my soul cankered and chest of heavy human mold

But none of that happened; the world continues nonchalant on its path

The birds were nevertheless singing and thrusting, laughing and taking sand bath

No one did really mind, neither wind, the rain or the sun

The world did forward roll its events without any hiccup or groan

And in next summer or spring, when I woke up to a new dawn,

I would forget all our days, since scarcely anyone knows that once, we were and now the magic is gone

And if anyone asks you, say that it was forgotten

That whatever had been, is now like it never did happen

As a flower in the fall, pelted, it loses its vigor, as a waning fire, cold ashes long ago

As a hushed footfall in last winter long forgotten falling snow.

One must in one’s own inner heart, to let it be, erased, forgotten and keep apart

As a thing of beauty that fades and shrinks in human heart

Forgotten as the fire that once was singing, swaying, violently shaking to keep us from cold

Time, the eternal crony of death; yet how kind, how generous, to make us all, forgotten and old

Fair flowers, pretty faces that are not gathered in their prime

Rot and consume themselves in little time.

**A Moth’s Love

You have loved me, through one whole day

A sweet short summer dream, my delirious drunken season

Tomorrow when you leave, what will you say?

What will be your reason?

Will you then antedate our love’s vow?

Or say in disdain

That our love, was a mistake, all passionate moments, in vain

And now we are no longer those persons who we were?

Or that oath made in reverential fear

Of love, by love own wrath may be foreswearing

You have loved me whole life of a moth

To abandon me, to throw me into a dungeon in turbulent of loath

Was it me? Was it you?

Can anything be done or undo?

Or as true death does true marriage untie

So, lovers knots be by time unchained unloose of any tie?

Or is it your own mortal end fear to justify

Having your course and your purpose change

Leaving me out of your circle and your chance

You have no way but falsehood to be true

Vain lunatic way

Gaudy wanton thoughts, with little substance to pay

Against these skeptic thoughts I could

Dispute and refute if I would

But I shall abstain to do

For tomorrow, I may think so too

**Katherine’s Look

The wanton winds kissed me, in one bright morning spring,

While the Robin birds teased me, with their chirrup and sing,

But Katherine, with her slaying fiery eyes, just looked at me whole

And never even once, spoke to me, at all.

The sweet winds’ kisses were lost in frigid winter, dark and decay

And the Robin songs in my ears, stopped their nimble play,

The birds left the iron cold barren boughs, and flew away

But the look in Katherine’s eyes, haunt me thru winter night and day

**My Heart Is Overburdened with Fruits of Love

My heart is overburdened, loaded with the heavy fruits of love

Like the bended clusters of a ripe pomegranate tree, bearing down

The green lush canopy branches, stretching over trunks not free

This is why I can never give you one fruit from the top above

In truth, my fruits of love do not belong to me; taken, they are not to be

My fruits are waxed and sweetened by rain and sun, shining, tempting as jewels crown

The pomegranates are full of juicy red grains, plump as purple cherries

The forest gloom releases at night the moaning winds, my heart can no longer carry

Yet in the evening, at dusk twilight, I dare entreat you to hide low

When bats chase the moths, that encircle and wander in streets lights glow

Under the huge, crimson dark dusk skies’ pall

A fruit from my tree may slip or incidentally plucked, as down it does fall

And then in the gray hour of the night, it drops to advertise its lust mimicking a prey

Would you take it? Would you succumb to its baiting allure?

No one will ever find out, no one will ever say

Once caught, beguiled, besotted you can never escape its taunting call

**A Coffin’s Protest

A Coffin, is a small suffocating, blemished, besmeared musty domain,

How it is designated, for us, as an eternally contain?

Are we not all citizens of Paradise? To be in such a dire ban

Who is to decide our fate to lie in its diminished, dusty eternal lane?

A Grave, headed with ware out letters, such a restricted breadth

From it, we shall never feel the wind or see the Sun at day length

And the whole world, the vast blue seas it holds and populates on

Precious lands with