Monthly Archives: May 2013

haiku

fog swirls through the trees
whites  grays touching  masking greens
wetting  whetting all

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2013

for Lan

your beauty lay in wait for me
much as lilacs gang up on bumblebees
you fill me with honey and dreams
because of you   with praise I fill the world
and   companion most dear   on your account
each verse makes a blossom burst forth

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2013

haiku

West:  dark ridge of cloud
spilling thin streams of vapor
red sun sinking fast

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2013

don juan’s dream – or the lecher’s fancy – being a risqué and comedic rendering-in-words framed loosely as a sonnet

oh my tongue’s dalliance I dreamed
in the strait   the choice crease of your dear crotch
by the ears you were drawing me to touch
to press face first and ever more closely
that fresh   that rosy bloom oozing
scented honey   dear wench  you grunted so
like some rutting beast   then let forth
mad laughter  tears and shouts both sweet and foul
but pushed me away   your ardor spent I thought
when onto my back I dejected turned
above me you   like some demon   rose
onto my fleshy horn you wriggled down
to ride me now like a jackass braying
till both the dawn and I did shout Arise!
But look you now – this was no trifling dream
for with my pride your wanton lips do toy
while over my face your wet buttocks gleam

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© Gregory V Driscoll 2013

the voice of love

to hear your voice is to drink
clear fresh flowing water
your voice   now a lush isle   now a lagoon
unclouded sibling of heaven
your voice rings of emeralds
of rubies   of sapphires
it is your body in a breath
a butterfly alighting on a flower
of my dreams it is the brilliance
your warm voice   true treasure of my senses

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2013

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memory is all
without it   there cannot be
friendship   love   grief   joy
but dull days of clouded skies
nights bereft of moon and stars

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2013

haiku

the red maple weeps
in the rain like a mourner
at an Irish wake

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© Gregory V Driscoll  2012