De Novo De La Poem De Licata

De Novo De La Poem De Licata
 
As once stardust
And stardust to be,
Dare to destine
To Coalesce anew,
Light-years and voyages
Of looking for you.

Far within the galaxy,
Throughout immortal time
And nebulas eternity,
Astride the Auroras
And the widow’s walk,
I will wait for thee.

Earth Hearts and Starflowers,
In fields of Summerly
Under Nirvana moonlight
And Starlight’s canopy.

The calling to Camelot –
Quests for Justice and Love.
The same dust that made thee,
Made the Angel and the Dove.

The warrior weeps
To see the face of God,
Children of the universe,
Turn from where
The war has trod.

" Ever See a Cheetah Run? "

Explodes yards
Into a mere few seconds
With a power and grace
Only matched
By the human heart’s
Quest for love...

"The African Cheetah"

Catsped, brilliance to motion
Burning like a comet
Dust-bound
Across the ground
Catsped, quadruped
Fed and fled
By millenniums
Of floods
And blood broods
Of golden and dark-mottle stripings.

Catsped Cheetah-bright
Unfolds, explodes
From sight
To fast-fanned
Colors of whirl
Sling-shoted across
The treeless plainsongs
Of ancient lands.

In flashes of Flurry to fury
Look quickly:The blurry, scurry
Of a cat-in-a-hurry
Catsped and blurringly
Unfolds in the shard
Of seconds
With speed
That freed
The Gods from mortal space
The Grace
Of the Cheetah’s pace
Across the face
Of old-age soil
Catsped springs the coil
Of brightly comets
In the Nightly
Out of the eye
And out of the sightly
Of the right prey’s
Wrong day
Last to see: Catsped

And thunder-bolted
The frightening, lightening
Homing in,
Slow motioned in the brain
Timeless last refrain
In drizzling cold the rain.

Down falls the Zebra!
Upon the African plain.

Down falls the Gazelle!
In Story to story
And ageless to tell
Of death-breath dances
And sad beauties in hold
Last circle to pirouette
Of the meek and the bold.

Beach and Bay

Beach and Bay
Held cupped
In palm opened hands

Betwixt Point Lobos
And the Pebbled shore

Of low flying Pelicans
Sunlight montage and Fog 

" The Water Wagon and Van Gogh Sun "

 

The Water Wagon

Running after the water wagon
Dusting down the meandering roads
Through fruit orchards
And blossoms fallen.

Little daughters
Of Italian and Portuguese immigrants
And the wee boys of the families
Of the Valley of the Heart's delight -
This Santa Clara Valley.

Van Gogh Sun

Without you
What of this coming day

Without you
To walk my way

There will be no sun
As Van Gogh saw
Only Wheat fields gloomed
With the Blackbirds caw

Nor stars to shine
Sans winds to blow
For this, a love lost 
For all to know...

( "Wheat Fields With Crows" -
Painted 1890 by Vincent Van Gogh
Dutch 1853-1890 )

"Old Man Quiet Hungry"

To see so sharp
To boot a ball
To play the harp
To pen some lines
To touch a heart.

To pay the toll
To play the part
And at the end
A rocking chair in the sun
With vague and muted memories
Of what was won.

And with only a few
Hours of Winter sun
I search my heart
and find that you
were the only one.

" Sir Wilton the Cat "

He is not Wilt-the-stilt
Nor Wilton-at-the-Hilton
And with his extra ounces
No longer tries his trounces
And piddles instead of pounces.

And his extra, added girth
Has brought the mirth
To Lady cats
And taunting rats
Who know he slides
Instead of scats.

I guess he's come to be
A paunchy history
And ought to spend his time
In a kitty nursery,
Telling old cat stories
Of younger days and glories...