Barry the Hamster

A while back Neptune with Mithra would war,
Songs leavened light but darkened snow yea cold,
Twas hour tight till carpets soaked in tears bore,
Pages ye books now would crease they longed to fall,
That was when Barry took note his cage floating,
Woken drooping sounds, steadfast come was nigh,
Headlong fought and bitter sought the bars now broke,
Long last the door came through, and walls drunk more,
Each book he clung as ships afloat at sea,
With a thrust the weight of walls loomed to cave,
Gasp! and scurry! and hurrying was he,
Till higher ground was met, and boarish tears he made,
Night would grow; cold would bite: till leaves he ate.
"What time of fright! My owner gone for nuts!
Nor Noah refuge me from Neptune's arm!
Nor Mithra for warmth of light lest mine dies!"
As morn would whisper, so too others follow,
She stopped by memories and peeked and throwed.
At long last she took note of her hamster weak,
Did give warmth and food by hand and lips powed:
"Of all things I have lost be it named and shamed,
For I have all in the world; a curse ye devil's bane!
My dear Barry the Hamster yet he lives!"

Two Turtles

Reader, these two turtles are one described:
Their shells coloured my sight prescribed,
Whose eyes commanded hands extend,
Fit for fingers touch upon shells to tend,
Though warm and hard was one such shell,
Drew back the other knocked as a bell,
Like a drop echoing erst the ripples form,
Each sound crawls ere a hundred born;
Now cast I check a shell: empty and cold!
Sunk, sunk away! yet its soul be gold!
Like new burberry, I tried and I wait,
This time, the price tag was no bait!
Whence my legs stretched, my neck curled,
Did slip through and here am pearled!
Child I was, such a shell then broken song!
Yet this child in me never truly gone!
Oh, beautiful shell! How bright your smile,
How blessed to have grown back in style!
Slow are the days ahead by mud be test, 
Yet rain sings "trip to tread tight" in jest!
Swim, swim away! Pieces of my past, swim!
Float and hence such erupting sorrow!
This shell abandoned new, is but shell adorned!

Sap

Golden was my sight at dawn beheld,
Giants scaled at large I slowly bid,
Slow were my wings till flight withheld,
Mine eyes drooped in mellow avid:

I have seen the giants fall and heel,
The sun collapse ere light be fraught,
I have felt the heat they durst feel.
Years roll through smoke and drought,

Yet still I remain in this sac of draught,
These new species I can't tell apart,
Two bulging uppers and one hell a raft!
Though I'm thankful I never dart!

Yet, here I am, the foolish trot,
Had I delayed a second by move,
I would not have seen a million years,
And this be same by seconds above.

Till now those millions past,
Glared by passer-bys here and there,
Never knowing what story past,
Tis sap guarding that story to bear.

*

Like a leaf I am, wind and rain come:
Damn it! The hell that ye come near,
When green alone is all I sing and write,
Now crease this leaf I trickle ooze,
Grief is it, my friends doth say, those leaves;
The age is gone from haraam ere be halal,
Wrung round my stem, its roots now descend,
With such bulbs as tightly round as sting,
Could not fathom such dirt ere more is come,
Then I say I am still a leaf, alone and attached,
When this dead plant falls: there am I sought,
Fromwith all I beget now strikes chords beau,
Though I fear such chords me forgets now few
Till one would not view me leaf as much I am,
Then tend me not, nor catch mine eye, nor vein;
It is fraught then, I am left, then plucked and held,
When each is brought, I am neither here and there,
But in essence brought is my existence ere laid
Aghast the foul stench my decaying green sought,
Thus becomes the green most relying bought.

I know this because I am bought and sold,
Then they smoke me. Then I am whole..

Single Leaf

Aye, I speak of that single leaf,
My ideas run few and wild,
But it was just this leaf I saw,
Lingering, in the midst of bloom.
'Twas neither dark, nor light in day,
Nor was I seeing bark fight the day,
Withering through the wind was That,
Falling from its host was just That;
Nor resisting, nor falling, but moving,
Beneath the green I saw a world in view,
Those veins carrying its essence flowed,
Then I looked beyond the veins and thought,
"There's a universe, a world, a single state."
What I saw in our world today, compares not;
In all its chaos of tree decayed, could not fathom,
This leaf still fell, and was not resisting the wind.
Nor was it telling of fair asunder,
Nor grew tired till ground it touched,
Not drew the sighs once it was.
It was the wind carrying this leaf away,
It was the leaf that took the trees away.
From high above the hives of bees,
To this was new home on ground anew,
Nor sang was it that wind hoisted blew,
True was it, that I should witness one;
Not all, but simply stood idle and captive,
That I sing both free and captive of all things,
Nor could I help but watch it fall to ground,
That I may think a bit, the state of all,
How naive I was that all could not fall!

Mound of Some Golden Leaves

Relish my gold, succumb its age glory new,
Like sponge, sink through this giving light,
I spelt my name in gold now walking away,
Each letter then sold an image upon return,
With each I counted the days and the hours,
Then I counted each hair that held to my skin,
With each light glowed, so too did my hair,
But when I spelt my name again, I lost all.
These are the travels that hiked my way,
And never did lose my sight of clearer breeze
Lest such a chill would pain my chest,
Though each climb did hurt a while,
Each step travelled was a new name revealed,
So when I looked back from mound I stood
I saw the leaves formed from all my hairs.

What a planet

The seas ache their waves ere dawn
Dismayed by telling sunset few,
Grief is sought but nor lingered gone
Nor are there no coral, not even anew;
No, there is but no garbage round,
The tides will sing, but on moon's behest:
My light hither so drop as rain,
Speech I distill as dew to pass,
No yea small on herb this rain,
Till it be rays I say unto grass;
And say then, aghast fraught at me:
My name is Earth, and I am soiled,
Give not a second mate - let be;
For I have breathed and spoiled,
My words now deaf by ears,
Till mutes around see my tears,
Then jest I dance round the sun,
Then none shall hear me run.

*

Little lilies on a lake,
Look on my sight,
Loot not my iris took,
By way supreme,
Your art esteem,
Breathe your petals here,
Endow my reflection near,
Nor kiss my anger sunk,
Till roses lone be envy.

Ah, these lilies swim away.
Swim, swim away!
I'll have your tea at morn,
Your nectar licked by noon,
But by eve, I'll wear petals fine;
No drag race will beget me,
No fab face will bestill ye!
Hence, mine hour is sparse,
The night invites your scent.

Glory to the Sun

Name that single star yond from here, 
Whom we call the Sun to fear; 
The giver of life and light from there, 
If be closer it be ought much to bear, 
Where death may call if yet so near, 
Yet life ignites for us to cheer! 
Such life we know for grant we take, 
By the few lest sight seen forsake, 
To have looked Sun once in the eye, 
Away looked but be stood not why, 
They gave means for God and Reason, 
Then declared other means treason, 
But accept could not what Sun is; 
For enough were tales in bliss, 
Forgot their world, Earth, we call, 
These folk, want-bes of dead god Sol, 
Even light extract from gherkin better 
Seize the day their gherkins litter! 
Like cars they drive from here afar, 
Their metal rust till no door is ajar, 
Their blowing clouds since made legal, 
Never have made them more regal, 
For such cars brought by will to fame
Can only lead to ill of gain. 
So be it, then; the flames invite, 
To this day rescue whose would bite, 
Let them go, whilst here we remain, 
On the thought, a spit we shall stain! 

Little Caterpillar

Like a tiny speck of dust,
Found not beneath the naked eye,
As though never being,
Their leafs be the wingspan heroes,
Whilst they nectar adored,
In search of one lost egg,
How I wish not me finds!
No, my legs fickle and many,
Who could not fly nor suck,
Nor make fact from pretence,
Nor essence from base truth,
I run the green coating me green,
There, my subtle word spoken silent,
For none to hear, just me alone,
This much whilst I beget the green,
And all I take shall the world pass,
Then the light and night in anguish call,
I see not yond, but still I bite and chew.