i want you so much
the way the moon needs sunlight
unrelenting love.
28/7/2020

no fame, no claim, no name


who shall we say is calling?

I am a man of
no fame, no claim, no name,
an average sinner, absent glory

a few seconds of rustling bustle.

did you ever write poetry?

once. but everything of earthly substance,
destined to fade into the ignominy of forgotten
vaults, where time takes it time and erodes all
into dust.

here, every word preserved. there is no time
in the dominion of creators, and you friend
are numbered in their midst, enshrined in many
hearts and eyes, and with every reading, each
reimagination, you are a reincarnated being.

books

A book of vignettes, I think, is sent
too late for regrets, some of the writing has been
denied by several poetry sites
because they are rude and ****** but right.
Not being famous I have to pay for the printing.
Like my other books, it will not sell
a single copy but wash around the internet
like pebbles on the beach, the murmur is not
sorrow but the sigh of resignation.
I have not always been like this there was a time
when I was full of romantic poetry
sent them to small magazines, before they were
eaten by the internet, and sometimes
I had a poem or two published, and it is no longer
this way, that´s OK I like writing.

Oh, Monsoon Rain,
Stop, stop, please!
What happiness do you feel
by soaking my love?
Oh, Rain stop, please!

On that wet pathway of my love
I want to give her company
But It makes her feel shy
and she hides her rainy face
with the wet scarf.
So stop heavy rain, stop, please!

In this rainy weather, she's blushing
and walking furtively
on the narrow path.
Then stop, stop raining
Oh, Rainstorm stop, please!

My sweet darling showered
in the Monsoon Rain,
Stop all the rain, stop
Stop, stop, please stop
Oh Monsoon Rain, stop you, please!