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Apr 2021 · 302
Anxiety for Death
Diesel Apr 2021
At any moment death today
Will shiver coldly down my spine
What could be more? What would display?
If can't we see, or full of sight?

Does it suffer like what we draw?
Is there further than heaven's field?
Are the minds still ours to call?
Is there meaning serenely real?

Can they see all and tease our pain?
Or mock us when in random times:
Will they reveal their selfish games?
Or is it us that play with life?

Are we more than the souls that go
Like passioned men that march too soon:
What matters it when death the goal?
Or find out all the world consumes?
Apr 2021 · 1.3k
The Street at Where I Live
Diesel Apr 2021
To the window sill that lays out the street,
And gentle raindrops that expand the night
And dust of skin where at the corners creep
And four happy children that play outside:
More nighttime autos that bustle the floor
Under quiet stars below lantern heat:
And waning lamps that dim the houses door
And the sullen clouds that eventual sleep:
With calling mothers for their children young
And teenage men play their music and ride
With grandfathers old and lonely in sleep
And frightened boys that in their bedtime cry.
Then a poet that on his third floor sees
The entire world from his window keep.
Apr 2021 · 1.0k
My Old Plant
Diesel Apr 2021
Sorry I haven't laid water your stems
The problems of life had taken me by

And forgive me for the browning that shows
So often it seems my curtains lay tight

I confess that I should have fixed your leaves
And handled your nose and straightened your hair

Or on the inside where always you keep
And clean up the mess that got everywhere

I could have more watered and showered your skin
But busy I was conversing with she

And dry is your dirt, and tears come out dry,
Yet proud is my plant, so gentle and keen.
Apr 2021 · 161
Love Sonnet for Past Love
Diesel Apr 2021
In fact I might take to her too sensual,
Or chance that I might make lovers disease,
Or that to when love incomparable
A flight of kisses that to on her cheek:
Or could the love of each other remind
The passion nights and the spoken days?
What words to pour the earthling divine
If angels they talk or spirits they say:
Or might the lips that too much to her feel
Leave bitter thoughts that then sit on her face:
Or when the tests that should love then be real
And no love, no call, to have ever came.
Now poems that sit in between our time,
And love, and our love that figure in line.
Diesel Apr 2021
while stumbling on a lemon tree
the yellow shone a heaven glow
and golden rays had shadowed me
that takes apart my happy soul
Apr 2021 · 1.2k
April of Toronto
Diesel Apr 2021
More puddle steps that everyday
Fall back again with water rain
More tiny drops of water blow
And concrete grasses wet the stone:
More morning hue that fills the trees
And vapid air that sets the breeze:
In spring, and yet with winters loud,
The shoddy days the world bestows:
Of quick sunshine in leaving days,
Sour grass set in mellow rays;
A cousin-friend to seasons like:
The April springs of Toronto life.
Mar 2021 · 60
My Sadness
Diesel Mar 2021
Come on Sadness, put on your shoes
Let us walk with troubled time:
Stay by me, and I by you;
And whisper me a sadly rhyme:
Say it all, do say it true,
For no one else shall listen why.
Oh little Sadness, quiet blue,
Your tiny feet that stomp on life:
Mind the plants, do watch the shrews;
What had they to earn your crimes?
Leave the children, let them youth;
No tiny men do want your time.
Hurry Sadness, do stay by me;
Don't forget why you are mine:

Do not leave, for I'll find you
And keep with me till all of time.
Diesel Mar 2021
Loud Wind! Loud Wind! Why do you fie?
What troubles thou in 'neath night's sun?
What anger breeds that cause reply
Of trash bag bins and branches flung?
What son'rous winds that may her cry
Leaf-tears hung by moon-tide wind?

Sylvan weeps has Hephaestus yield;
Evil tunes of nature's dial:
Loudest Wind, what bellows you wield?
When stolen from the fire child?
Loud Wind, what sonnets will thy seal?
With mountain breaths of winter deep?

And other houses shall delight
Unpleasant shakings of their rooms:
Perhaps, Loud Wind, this waning night
May ever proud your selfish booms;
Fie! Wake all men that lay tonight!
Loud Wind, Loud Wind, fie this night moon!
Diesel Mar 2021
Was it not yesterday when we fell in love?
Was it not that night in summer just me and you?
Oh dear, have I reclaim'd my lost lover-bug?
Another poem for my dear sweet you:
Miss Lover Lady, where travels you now?
And what woman or man have you embold'?
And brown hair, so beautifully brown,
A brown that seeps into parts of my soul:
Ah, everything! Everything that is there
In the world will match not up with your eyes:
And Lady, when great universes stare
They too would get lost where the green flares lie.
But gone Lady is, by morrows of time;
And falls lover's truth withal lover's rhyme.
Mar 2021 · 737
Grey-blue Sky
Diesel Mar 2021
Oh Grey-blue Sky
Please won't you tell us why
You are so numb and frail
So against proud detail
Oh Grey-blue Sky
Please won't you tell us why
Your face is so black and pale;
So unworked and bailed
A joke about a paper-blank sky.
Mar 2021 · 601
To Toronto
Diesel Mar 2021
The busy breath of a city north:
                                                        Toronto,­ by Ontario shore.
Mar 2021 · 666
fruits in the night
Diesel Mar 2021
My sweet strawberry,
I breathed in your scenty life
I tasted your sweetening ber'
I cherished your fruit delight.

I pleased your roundabout hour,
I leaved your stretchy bed flower;
I savored your seedy ripe,
My strawberry in the night.
Feb 2021 · 1.2k
A Sky in Purple Hue
Diesel Feb 2021
A sky in purple hue!
Of turnips, roots, and green!
A purple-starred tree-blowing veil!
The stars in sky not black or mean!
And piercing winds that eat sinew,
That sheds the sky in fabric leaves;
I couldn't more describe this night
Its colours awe as I inscribe!
Feb 2021 · 1.4k
Tiny Ode to Grandmother
Diesel Feb 2021
the strongest woman in the world
encased in body of four-feet:
and tiny hands that stretch alone-
how they've made my everything.
Feb 2021 · 756
Untitled
Diesel Feb 2021
coffee at night
another poem i wrote
with coffee at night
Feb 2021 · 1.4k
A busker near a town
Diesel Feb 2021
A penny for a beauty!
I'll sing it hither thee:

I'll sing alive a beauty
And sing it ever be:

And a penny and this beauty
And my voice in mind them:

Now sing this ready evening
so prithee listen then:

Leave two pennies by the boulder
And a penny you shall earn,

Drop a penny by his shoulder
And a penny he returns.

Give a penny to your pleasure,
Let the pleasure spread like seeds:

But a penny my endeavor,
A penny ask of me!
Feb 2021 · 459
Blunts and problems
Diesel Feb 2021
Blunts and problems
moon smoke by the window air

night autos bustling

ash **** falls
away to my street.
Feb 2021 · 492
A Poem Is a Bird
Diesel Feb 2021
A poem is a bird
It flies over great seas:
Of things we've never heard;
We may ever watch it fly divinely
Feb 2021 · 316
[ the grass stifles me ]
Diesel Feb 2021
the grass stifles me
I couldn’t get up, the weight-
the sun holds me down.
Feb 2021 · 2.2k
Streetlight Road
Diesel Feb 2021
By midnight shine of streetlight glow,
On streetlight road fell citrus snow:
The chalky streams and powdered tides;
The tangy shores now come alive:
And to ignite the ember'd brook,
A cloudless clime so tender hook'd.

The night of sweet persimmon air,
Of quiet trees in quiet flare,
Instead of cold, white, winter blaze
My sleepless night soak'd auburn haze;
And sleep made be the dreamy flight,
The streetlight road ran just alike.

And this for me the lunar blue?
Some felon crime of citrine hues:
A nameless joy abstracts the heart,
Serene it is and set apart;
On streetlight road I met a truth:
And seamless be its natured proof.
Feb 2021 · 161
The Nature of You
Diesel Feb 2021
Thou art fairer than the sun's divide!
Perhaps rarer than an ocean's leap:
And wild, wild like the ******* bear
In moments, in times of disbelief:
And the hornets - by the woodland air -
How they've all fallen by your own two feet.

Like the icy lakes of frozen fish,
The solid ponds, the gaggle of geese;
It would seem a beauty does exist,
nonetheless, in the quiver of trees:
The winter flora; this snowy 'byss:
All by your sadness - by your teary fleet.

And when the stormy shore subsides, and
Eastern breezes bring a balmy blow,
The skies in blue more brightly shine, and
Fulfills my eyes your mystic glow: oh
Whatever else may be sublime, an
Intense passion to forever show!
Diesel Feb 2021
I took the stars, plucked one by one
And gave to you, but all in vain:
I blew in storms to block the sun;
The bane of time now child’s proclaim:
The spin of earth, too fast for fun,
Oh poor woman, do you hide pain?

Is it behind your summer eyes?
Perhaps beneath that honey hair,
Or creeps between those pleasant sighs
Which sound so smoothly through the air?
Or stuffed below witty replies
That come by the night without care?

O such beauty! She’s no evil:
Laugh too innocent, heart too pure,
A walk so calm impatience boils
Under her seductive nature.
Rapture in my love’s perfect coil!
Alas, she is all, all is sure.
Feb 2021 · 197
Premonitions of Emptiness
Diesel Feb 2021
dark neon mirrors
cracked glass, outdated in life
missing shades of walls
Feb 2021 · 274
Night Texting
Diesel Feb 2021
By the walls on the floors in a room gone asleep:
A two-lover tale in tandem by each:
In text-phone-taps each drum the lovers play,
And the heat in the heart could haste the high of day!
Feb 2021 · 146
Untitled
Diesel Feb 2021
the staring back sky
translucent eyes, road lights neath
invisible deep
Feb 2021 · 367
Beauty Fish
Diesel Feb 2021
O' beauty fish! whose scales shine the upper sea:
The fins that push a wide abyss
In colours that forever ream
Of red and blue and purple-ness
And further waves of tangerine.
The sapid hops of beauty fish
And all the rainbow in the sea.
Diesel Feb 2021
sclera comes the moon,
pupils set me deep:
between the lumber of your eye
where the sunshine likes to meet.
Feb 2021 · 702
Observations by the Beach
Diesel Feb 2021
The gentle blue violets and gentle green grow
The cobble-brick parapet in mossy-rich stone:

While over by the arches bright,
In the rhythm of a skillful show,
A rock of orange flowers ride
To sing to me a livid woe:

"The lilac, the lilac, behind thee it heaves!
Abhor it! Abhor it! A nature by trees!"
Stood there a lilac by the painted blue bea';
Of doves the white flower, bright beacon by sea:

"O lilac, a lilac, sitting by the sands,
Why do you sit alone? Why grow roots in sand?"
And lilac replied back while turning its head:
"Young poet, some poet, where I should instead?
The grass steals the sun and boards its sunbeams,
The flowers that chat like seabirds that scream,
The earthly big worms that bite and all tear
And women and men whom touch and all stare!"

Why lilac! My lilac! You've turned off thy sense!
The big ocean breath will swallow thy stems!
The iron-grain sands to throttle your leaves,
The baby-born branches, the splinters that rend
In a frenzy to put your flower debris
And rip you into the wide ocean
Sea!

Ah poet, young poet, who perceives my unseen:
The tidal, the waves do rather seem mean;
Upwell my roots and leave me the trees:
Oh poet, my poet, how different you see.
Feb 2021 · 312
In Funereal Apparition
Diesel Feb 2021
two black pelt ankles
high sun, the infinite beach:
leeches in the sand
Feb 2021 · 234
The Field of Other Flowers
Diesel Feb 2021
the field of other flowers
each one coloured by their own:
four seasons come together
in harmony they shone

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