Life has a lot to offer
Different things for different people
It’s an overloaded dinner table
Checkout every dish if you dare
Know not the taste of a feeling
If into it not ventured
Since its better to die trying
Than to die without living.
Nalini Hebbar K
I Have this Garden of Poems
Taste of Life
(Give me Your) Strength
Please...Give me Your strength.
These battles I face are of plenty of length.
I need it, to help not only me and you,
But also others, who are having troubles, through and through.
I know the troubles I face, are small to you...
And you have many others to attend to...
I know you hear me, but I hope you listen to what I have to say,
Because its only with you, that things can finally come my way.
It is from you, where everything iv become,
All the good i'v done, comes from...
I also ask of you, protect the one I love dearly,
She also loves you sincerely.
I hope in the future, when I am stronger and more prudent,
And when I become an even better student,
That I may receive your blessing,
And stop all my stressing.
&forever be with the one I love and whom also loves me,
Joined together in Holy Matrimony.
But this time, we want to do it right...
So you may be proud of us, and look upon us with delight...
I will end this, asking for another thing.
Give me strength, so one day, I can be seeing,
The girl of my dreams, the one I love, and the one that loves me,
Walking down that isle, just waiting to be joined in Holy Matrimony...
Amen...
Wilber Mora
My Room Is Transitory
Green light flecks and splits
Like the wings of a swan through the crooks
Of a lime tree.
Joe was born in Holland and his father farmed
Pale celery in the upper muck bottoms
Of Michigan.
Tomorrow is thanksgiving and we’re getting in
A load of Christmas trees.
I will think of you,
While the steady hands of the sun hold my face
Up for the inspection of
So many harmless eyes;
And I will think of you,
And then at night when my mechanism is unwinding
I will find new ways to be untrue to the unhappy
Empiricisms required
From this insurmountable fleet of tourists,
Because I understand that my room
Is transitory,
But if I want to move on, all I need is you.
Robert Rorabeck
The First And Last of Its Kind
Burning in your Coital furnace,
Narcoleptic but with gasoline:
I want to drive at you like many directions,
Like phalanxes of hegemonic spears
Doing their duty toward the Hessian’s
Bosom,
But Heraclitus’s river flows with fresh water
Every morning,
And you sip from the water fountain and pirouette
Like a hummingbird,
And your fingers touch new clay;
And they don’t even think to look off to the
Other direction where my model rockets
Are exploding,
Sending entire civilizations of pretty young ants
Cart wheeling through the clouds-
So I don’t know any other great philosophy,
So I bow and suck tit to my muses,
Wherever they are: I jest and give tinseling fanfare,
And I make a fool of myself to no one
In the middle of a hibernating Disney World;
And it is so much fun
To prance like an awkward penumbra for the blind,
A three legged dog swearing that
He will live forever,
And this is my poem:
The first and last of its kind.
Robert Rorabeck
The Most Beautiful Aspects of This Baseball Universe
I hear the rumor of dancing green mermaids:
For moments they seem to be,
Leaping breathlessly and coughing from the
Traffic’s bolero;
But I have lost my will to go see them,
For the chickens are already dancing with the
Serpents at the low end of the ski lift,
And I want to see the end of them,
While each tree enraptures the wooden epitaph,
A steed birthed from an acorn
Which bad men entrain and dance of the jib,
Nefarious scallywags with candles burning in their
Beards,
Already have those vermilion mermaids eating out
Of their hands at two a peace,
And the traffic streams to a rather new kleptomaniac
Séance;
But I don’t care:
I just want the love of a good woman to last a life time,
A daughter named Ganymede,
And a son who has his back turned, who is always running
Away from me
Like the most beautiful aspects of this baseball universe.
Robert Rorabeck
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