Poet’s Corner: Twin-kle Merry Christmas


                       Emma and William.

                   Every-theme Christmas.

                Cards with candy from friends,

           cinnamon-hot chocolate, hanging out,

       Reindeer paper mâché, carolling in the Eve.

            William’s so silly, cheeks bright red,

        Emma dressed in green, oh mighty gleam.

They dream what Silent Night, Cookies milk for proof,

Canadian chill still, snow globe essence, red bow ready,

         Emma cuddles teddy, William cocoons wool,

Celebration on the horizon, the great light broken silence

          Eyes Open,”Mommy-Daddy!” burst into bliss,

“Merry Christmas” honey bunnies, Hugs cuddling warm hearts,

 eggs orange-juice bacon toast, Socks full of surprises,

 Dressing snazzy, frosty car, choir children Bethlehem,

    Hallelujah! Turkey trimmings-we are stuffed,

                 Singing Dancing Laughing,

                              Snoring fire.

                               Divine birth,

                              Lord we Love!


Poet’s Corner: Trick or Treat?

Trick or treat. Human feast,

Table set. spirits eat,

Transcend in reality.

Sexy spell, serpent skin,

Sick scab scurvy, scary screams soar,

Salem style state, sacrifice.

Fire burns hilly peaks,

Calling spirits in space,

Blood fussed is time,

Psychic seeding mind.

Day of dead, sirens red, Devil’s bed,

Witches initiation party,

Crowley gathering night.

Ethereal ecstasy enveloped,

Topsy turvy twirling,

Vigilantly vexing vileness,

Melancholy morgue master.


Poet’s Corner – Zombie Students’ Confession

Up all night, dead by day,

among the crowds,

numbered me,

among the masses,

walking demonic snails,

forget creative deeds.

Zombie culture,

yearning to be one among none,

laptop, phone I’m a drone.

Staggering, stale empty mind,

Student zombie hunting brain,

Mindless knowledge worth change,

Graduated zombie,

Searching unnamed tombstone,

Now where’s my desk?


Poet’s Corner

Poetry is like an open door, so that you may peek if you seek. The following poem is about knowledge and its various degrees of perception, how it takes over the mind, when original thoughts like “all is one” come through our creative self, a.k.a. our poetic self. It’s about knowledge, in that its self-evidential rather than assuming. Light is the peace that comes with enlightened thoughts. The poem calls for self-mastery and to no longer be a slave to non-creativity. This poem was written while chilling with my grandfather on a sunny day sitting outside a café, with empiricism, Carl Jung and a beautiful golden retriever in mind.


The Empirical sweat,

dripped of reason, my mind.

Accumulated light in

the cave of logical glee!

Universally One,

vibrates sound of

this joyous day….

Seed your mind,

grow a tree,

nourishing self-control.

Testimonia for past slaves,

poetry never made,

Evidential Poetry!


How did you like this poem? Be sure to leave your comments online at or to submit your own poem write to


Exit mobile version