Happy end of Lent and April Poetry Month.

You keep demanding surreptitiously
by anonymous proxy
my forgiveness for your insanity
to which I replied
i forgive all your lies
i forgive your despised
cruelty and hides
from civility
I just don't wish your company
because you are beneath
my dignity.

…………………...

 

(Happy April Poetry Month)

My heart is healed 

and on its way

it doesn't wish to stay

one more day

in the place

 it was shredded.

……………………..

     Were I a bard hailed

or a poet major sailed

a Gerald Manley Hopkins

or a William Butler Yeats

an e.e. cumming on roller skates

a Walt Witman in leaves

of grassy green, a Queen

of Kubla Khan at dawn, a raven

quothing Poe, I would show

you how deep does flow

the Love running vein down

my toe from my head

does go, just so you

know my heartbeat singing.