i caught a ray of sunshine
and followed it up to source
up up along its golden line
and around its frolickin' course
i breathed its aura of divine,
of pregnant loving force,
then slithered back down the earth-bound vine
of texture rough and coarse

i smiled to my fellow man
and greeted him in kind,
in frown, in scowl, in face deadpan
i sought the soul refined,
and through that beam that human can
reflect from temple mind
i found legion suns more brilliant than
yon fire in groove assigned

"i know him not, nor ever seen him
therefore he cannot be"
so speak those whose lights are dim
whose eyes are blind to see

the iconoclast proclaims unasked
"i find no key to fit this door"
thus in haste will ever-lambaste
the spirit with mentor

us accusing o' being credulous
naive and overtrusting,
yet our fruits, sedate and sedulous,
are fresh and ne'er rusting

from the humble acorn nut
as sure as sure can be
- if it's not 'fore its time down-cut -
will grow a grand oak-tree

a glorious case of G-d's topiary,
deciduous and fulsome,
you do not need a seer to be
to be prescient of the outcome

likewise from the thorny bramble,
in spirit of jingoism,
will from its forth another amble
with similar egotism!

the cantankerous mule will likely beget
a finicky, surly colt,
apropos of its type and sect,
'twill bound, jolt and bolt

the inscrutable sheep,
timid 'n meek,
chewing with jaw
grass 'n straw,
will not create
in natural state
a brouhaha
or furore state

we do not need to postulate
or debunk scientific theory
to know that female with its mate
breeds apposite fruit alveary

thus should you really want to know
the strength of parent belief
look to its fruit for they will show
through texture, taste and leaf

the nuanced truth of hope-filled faith
breathing pathos, empathy and feeling,
not like some new-age wraith
hooey vibes of reiki healing

compare that to the stuffy hall
of gown'd caps of PhDs
from their trees the fruit that fall
beget atheists, drugs, disease

Jealousy, lust, and honour pursuit
Remove mankind from the world,
The yen for more, the 'don't give a hoot'
About the waste that's hurled,
Resources used, as *******
Now weary and up-curled,
Sends man's soul down the chute,
As Man dies out from world.

air ineffable in shapeless spirit
swirls the ether in words above speech,
circles the trees capped with green beret,
the oak, the sycamore, the hazel and beech,
whispers words without form of letters,
caresses the bark, the branches and leaves,
thought that is naked of outline or fetters
through the air's currents spirals and weaves,
speaking eternal to spirit supernal,
words of no sound or symbol or dot,
through life everlasting, vivid and vernal,
ties all
creation
in eternal
love-knot.

h                                                    
a          ­                                  
l                                    
f                              
                         a  glass  o'  wine                     ­ 
               a peck at ol' sleep-pill
has turned this head of mine
to [s]l                         ing standstill.
u                 r               
        m        e                      
   b                
    
        mind full of cotton wool
caught in a briar                            
             dumber than a king's fool
      court-jester for the hire                      

can't do a drop o' work,                                                      
thoug­h conscientious to a fault,
may as well go berserk:                                                      
"M­ake that a double-malt!"