Virgil

To start my blog, I will take my favorite lines of the poetry I already posted on lit net and paste them here. They are not in any order.


From "Limoncello" (http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=17437)

A lovely smile, lambent and dark,
Chiaroscuro lips proudly assert,
“I do not look my age.”

Seafood in a marinara sauce
Mussels, shrimp, clams, calamari
Fructi di Mare, over linguine and crushed pepper.

“Would you care for a Sambucca,
Or perhaps a side of Limoncello?”
Limoncello? Yes, a side of Limoncello
Sweet and bitter, snappish and acerbic

Bending and swerving I fidget childishly
Rocked to rain and flowers and song,
I imagine nestling up to her breast,
Swallowing the last drop of Limoncello,
Not truly believing that my conquering heart
Will one day cease to beat against
The darkness of the universe.


From "Roo" (http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=15943)

So that the odor of wolf no long pulled
Parentage forgotten, sibling surrendered
Wolf warmth suspended.

And the sun sinking, up hill running, down hill sliding
Wind circling, wolf heart singing.

Wolf paw on jack paw and trips and fur in mouth
Between jaw and palate firm grip
Then whip and shake so that neck snaps
And life ends and life saved.

And then odor of life comes through trees,
Through woods and rock, odor of urine and body,
Wolf’s bodies, and feces and fur and warmth,
Odor woven through woods riding on wind
Woven through cold, on top of stream,
Woven into air, into sound, into ground,
Odor of pack, of bodies, of wolf bodies.
On to other wolves, on to other bodies,
Through trees and stream and hills.

Moon rises, wind circles, males and females,
Roo amongst them, howl at sky, a tongue of stars
Howl with breath and throat caressed,
At trees, at fabric of odor, at blood wind
At soul of stars.


From "The Climb" (http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=17115&page=7)

The boulders lay like zebras
Drinking from a desert pond,
Mountain stones shaped by eternal storm.

Seven thousand feet perhaps
And I feel the eyes of God
Pressing me onward, upward

Will God allow me this superbia
In the calefactive afternoon,
Gazing at Earthly veins,
Which are but negatives of human?


From "A Desert In The Heart" ((http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=17115&page=6)

She amazingly replied,
But asked him not to.
“Why should she have the last word?”

Well, she was the woman,
And deserved that honor.

He fixed himself another,
Dark-brown bite
Like a scorpion’s sting.


From "The Chantry" (http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=17115&page=11)

Sea gulls suspended on a breeze,
Discussing surf and trees with sailors,

The Captain, angry in his black beard
Banished the mate to irons
While the ship skated on a slab of sliver.

We sneaked below and watched the mate
Grow hair and beard, slim to bone,
Skin draped as a tunic.

Each sailor would strip the flesh off their bones,
The weight of Adam’s burden,
To stay afloat if they could,

And here I’ve stayed, unmoved, unperipatetic,
Bowed to a chantry of the surf,
Preaching through my beard,
Supplication to the sea
And to the God that rules the sky.


From "The Recumbent" (http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=17115&page=19)

The heart recoils into itself
The eyes look back to youthful strife
The end is here, this was life.

Recumbents lay in honeymoon
Honeyed days of husband and wife
That was then, that was life.

Love and flowers and tears so rife
But that was all, that was life.


From "The Rivet" (http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=17115&page=21)

This is the moment that life severs to spirit,
That timber crosses to pole,
When positive and negative lose static opposition.

No, the flesh is gone, but the rivet remains.
The spinning earth, the expanding universe,
The hills are fixed to earth.


From "Ballooning Limericks" (http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?p=212805#post212805)

When high up in the air
Jack made his intentions clear
He swore and was crude
And was exceptionally rude
Decided it was time to be bare.

The police got a thrill
When they questioned poor Jill
Of the body they found
With no trousers around
How Jack was found on the hill.


From "Cubic Haiku" (http://www.online-literature.com/forums/showthread.php?t=17115&page=14)

The lines today stay
Upright for a framed pinfold.
Press out to find home.

Life within is sad.
Like a black bird in a cage,
Can you see the sun?

A corner vector
Gives dimensionality
To a world of lines.