I will row the boat for youmy friend, I've got youthough weary you give up the oarsI will row you to the shore Though lost at sea, and nobodyto guide, no cap'n, no father I will fight the wayward windsand row you to calmer watersDon't fall back now, no, don't let gohave faith, my friend,… Continue reading Keeper
Month: September 2024
Old Songs
Don't aim for me when I'm gone, when all there's left are memories of old songs I'd sung; don't aim with roses or with a gun, when all there's left are memories of the tears and fun... The birds have migrated to the West, my love, each and every empty nest now boasts of only… Continue reading Old Songs
SINGING IN THE RAIN
I woke up to a terrible storm ravaging my world… An overpowering wind threatened entrance by force as the floor length windows shuddered. The curtains had succumbed to the call of the wind yet remained sucked and concaved into the glass panes, flapping fitfully at the separation. A bleak, gloomy day – pale yellow, as… Continue reading SINGING IN THE RAIN
Worries
There is a light breeze today... the worries of the day before come to me in gusts and I'm carried away...
The sun at night
The sun may cast in goldthe days for all the worldbut his nights are reservedfor the one he truly loves And each night he burnsand makes love though veiled to set off her ivory colours with the gift of his bright rays And those that fear him gonecan only yearn for him in songfor it… Continue reading The sun at night
The poet’s lifespan
© Let me live with my delusions for a whileuntil reality chokes them to death it's the only place where poetry survivesevery other soil is barren The reaper comes for us alland will one day come for this poet toolet me sow what poems may in time sprout regardless of whether they live to bear… Continue reading The poet’s lifespan
The way of the world
Thus spake the prophet:all the Garden shall rejoicein thine happinessbut e'en flowers turn their eyes when they see thee suffering
Shifting Sands
God appears as a stranger asking, 'May I sit with you?'
O Dignity
O Dignity, I see you clothe yourself againin vestments discarded for reasons of loveThough kept hidden, you still do remainas you have ever been, so stand and nurtureyourself this time; be brave, and forgetwhate'er may have reduced you to this stateYou're undiminished in your grace and faithYour beauty isn't measured by your receipts
Words are words are words
Words are words are wordsand nothing moreof passion and mercy and lovewhether on parchment or wind or stonethey live not in real homes,are ne'er enough for real soulsto take them to heartand build real lives on Yet poets write…and poets hope, fools all!
Ishaisms 
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