Poems
Indian Pony
Indian Pony
His Master's tears fall like rain
On the endless trail
Indian Pony
Once so strong and free
Hangs his feeble head
No more fields of green
Nor rest or peace, only steps
On the endless trail
The only solace
A gentle pat from Master
His only reward
Master's head hangs too
Frail, the ancient Indian
Can just barely ride
Indian Pony
An eagle feather woven
In his long grey mane
Indian Pony
Spotted, once white, now grey
With pretty glass eyes
Master grows heavy
The descent unbearable
Until he stumbles
Slipping, stiff legged
Indian Pony cannot
Slow his worn body
Master thrown forward
Down into Mother Earth
Red staining the rocks
Indian Pony
His own life's blood amongst mud
Flowing with Master's
Master closes his eyes
Once Chief of a Great Nation
His taxed Soul departs
Faithful Pony stays
Next to Master, he too dies
On the endless trail
Ode To The Snake
Steel wrapped
In silk.
A hide of jewels
Ever changing
As you move.
You, Strong Snake
The fearless
Thankless hunter
Of rats
That rob our cellars.
Eyes of
Black pearl,
Benevolently watching.
You, Gentle Snake,
Nestled
Among the leaves.
A timeless sentinel,
The model of patience
As you guard
Your eggs,
Your children.
A forked tongue
Tasting the sweet
Warm air.
You, Innocent Snake,
Tiny
Head breaking through
Your ivory shell
To greet
A fearful world.
Doll Doll
What
Have
You
Done?
Angelic form.
A cherub.
A doll.
I am forever more
The Child
The Golden-Haired One
With liquid blue eyes
And curling lashes.
What do ringlets of
Luminous gold mean to me?
A vision of loveliness
You call me.
What is beauty
If it is only a child's beauty?
How could you
Do this
To me?
Locked forever
In this tiny
Helpless
Form.
Doll doll you call me.
I could have been
A woman.
Men would have
Looked at me
Not down on me.
I could have walked
At your side
Do you realize
I cannot
Remember
My Mother?
My own Mother.
You have locked me here
In preternatural flesh
In perpetual dark.
Bound and shackled by
The light of the moon.
Your eyes might dazzle
But I am the one that
Died young.
I shall never know
What it is
To be anything more
Than
The Infant Death.
Indian Pony
His Master's tears fall like rain
On the endless trail
Indian Pony
Once so strong and free
Hangs his feeble head
No more fields of green
Nor rest or peace, only steps
On the endless trail
The only solace
A gentle pat from Master
His only reward
Master's head hangs too
Frail, the ancient Indian
Can just barely ride
Indian Pony
An eagle feather woven
In his long grey mane
Indian Pony
Spotted, once white, now grey
With pretty glass eyes
Master grows heavy
The descent unbearable
Until he stumbles
Slipping, stiff legged
Indian Pony cannot
Slow his worn body
Master thrown forward
Down into Mother Earth
Red staining the rocks
Indian Pony
His own life's blood amongst mud
Flowing with Master's
Master closes his eyes
Once Chief of a Great Nation
His taxed Soul departs
Faithful Pony stays
Next to Master, he too dies
On the endless trail
Ode To The Snake
Steel wrapped
In silk.
A hide of jewels
Ever changing
As you move.
You, Strong Snake
The fearless
Thankless hunter
Of rats
That rob our cellars.
Eyes of
Black pearl,
Benevolently watching.
You, Gentle Snake,
Nestled
Among the leaves.
A timeless sentinel,
The model of patience
As you guard
Your eggs,
Your children.
A forked tongue
Tasting the sweet
Warm air.
You, Innocent Snake,
Tiny
Head breaking through
Your ivory shell
To greet
A fearful world.
Doll Doll
What
Have
You
Done?
Angelic form.
A cherub.
A doll.
I am forever more
The Child
The Golden-Haired One
With liquid blue eyes
And curling lashes.
What do ringlets of
Luminous gold mean to me?
A vision of loveliness
You call me.
What is beauty
If it is only a child's beauty?
How could you
Do this
To me?
Locked forever
In this tiny
Helpless
Form.
Doll doll you call me.
I could have been
A woman.
Men would have
Looked at me
Not down on me.
I could have walked
At your side
Do you realize
I cannot
Remember
My Mother?
My own Mother.
You have locked me here
In preternatural flesh
In perpetual dark.
Bound and shackled by
The light of the moon.
Your eyes might dazzle
But I am the one that
Died young.
I shall never know
What it is
To be anything more
Than
The Infant Death.