Garden of Poetry

In my final thoughts of waking,
I hear an ageless symphony,
Instruments of heaven’s making,
Play a midnight song for me.

          The Waking of The Ghoul They take all that they can take. But all fragile things were made to break – A muse not of mortal making, A colossal being’s undertaking. Could sadism be the utmost core? Pain the universal whore? They all feel so confused, All abused, so sorely [...]

          Denizens   Tearful hymns from midnight gate, These fallen spirits expiate Their nightly deeds with doleful cries, And wear the wit of ancient guise, And catch the moon on moon-disk eyes. Who? Who? ~ Daniel F Mitchell          

        Sweet Harlot of Mine   Who would come to you if I were not here To embrace your beauty in my frail arms, And lift your black velvet veil’s lace to peer Passionately at your endearing charms? Who would feast beneath your bedside table, As I, in awe of fairness so [...]

A sparrow-laden plum tree
Blustered by twittering
Fruit, last flowers,
On silver-embellished towers,

          Of Tea  My cup of tea is steeped in deepest lore, From olden times in lost, exotic lands – The stuff of ardent scenes since days of yore. I hold a cup of legend in my hands. Reposed upon my thoughts as on a throne, Beneath a tropic jungle’s misted [...]