1) Hamas Paradse



O face where Pale dim Roses stir,

As blooms in the Gaza Skies

The deathland gardens faint that are

Your dawn is Hell's paradise!

What stirs your hate?one life is done

What god shall deem you fair?

Child of a line of demonic sons

Is death within your hair?

What love shall wake thy, besieged beast?

Controlling out of rage, and fear

Too soiled to know the hearts unrest

To hateful for real tears!

#871 2/26/05

2) Hamas? Spirit

Ah! ?t is hard to believe

To think covered with your smile,

That you are made a child of grief,

In the war with Israel's now exile:

Yet, such you claim. Thy spirit cries

For a peace that could not last?

A demon with unchanging eyes,

So proven from thy past!...

My memory with tireless sight,

Saw your unforgotten ways

Your visions, unholy, with no light

Of only irrecoverable death?

#870 9/2005

3) Death and Ice Cream

Shall I keep the dead around?

I know they re used of being dead,

It is just I, I who dare

Not let go?

In fear the memories may go

Melt away like ice cream

On a hot day?

At night I look at her urn?

In the Chinacabinet,

of glass and wood

I sit and talk to her

My mind retrieving her

foot steps

I stare at my face

In the glass?

And it smiles back at me:

How foolish can one be.

#869 9/05

4) Saddam's World

They lived where blackened moons

Brought gloom,--(Saddam's world)

A kingdom in abysmal blaze

Where everyday was filled with haze

And hope that fills the heart,

To take the madman from his throne?

So dreamt the sons of Iraq's world

But hated the conqueror who lifted

Their burden: thus, only to cast an

Evil Spell upon!...

So shall their world be seeded?

With gloom and stellar glare

With dust upon their brain?

And love, that never was, will never

Be, in such an abysmal place.

*868 9/23/05

5) Said the Fly to the Spider

?I have a gift for you today,?

Said the Spider to the Fly:

?Desire, desires, desires,? then

She turned the soft music

Up high, ?!

Said the Fly, so very peaceful

(with a twinkle)

?I grew up, since you last ate

my cousin, in that last poem?

By and by?. I shan't be your

Dinner, nor die!?

(And the fly, flew by?the old spider

witch, sticking out her tongue?

lip to lip!...)

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