THE EMPEROR'S PARCEL TO SYLVIE

THE EMPEROR’S parcel

To the newly wedded bride
To my dear friend
Our loved one his queen.

For my invisible present to present
Rapped in red rose
Painted to ponder and to consider:

Another stride on your life’s journey you’ve attained
Where no master is or servant
But partners in a pact;
Helpmates on a road whose length
Perceived by none lest each treading his own.

Your steps the countless years of fancy to end
And true reality magnificently to attain
Out of this world of feign affection
Where the butterflies might not kiss the coloured petals
Yet must blossom their fruits.

And after all their well wishes
All the happiness
Below and above the heavens

Would I still wish you
If even they never find your way;
Search them if even all your days

And you will find it someday.

Poetry

From within it comes
From that invisible portion of man
And it’s brought out
To be heard by the crowd

Relaxing, making happy, seeking
To cheer whoever has the hearing,
Like the soul of anything that seeks
To comfort the other soul.

My poem a song and prayer
That nature sings to itself
And rings its bells to its maker,
Has ever been and will be made louder.

Nature met it
Already here, they met it
They will leave but it will stay
Stay with the maker even in his presence.

This immortal entity
Is produced by the mind
Written by the hands
And read in sound by the mouth

Poetry, my poetry, is life without which
We march to the grave in mournful
Songs; in lines so short but meaningful,
All that has been, and yet will be.

To those who will only hear and criticize
Not even to cheer,
I leave you to ponder endlessly
Over it, in noisy struggle, as I rest peacefully.

The sudden rain

Some few steps into the compound
‘Umbrella’ mommy’s voice came out
Stopping legs to make meaning of that shout
Sparkling bright light through the dark brain tunnel
The eyes rose up
To open its shielding lids

Brightness overpowered by dimness
In array for battle, the sky
In wait a signal from the dark clouds
Seated on the mountain shaped horses
With their piercing cold arrows on the skin
Taken away all on its path
The rain on the poor earth
Lying calm at its feet

Legs in a mounting confusion
Will have mouth coming to its rescue
When uttered the sound of retreat
‘Ok’ so suddenly the whole body
Begging the little thing
To cover its head, the little thing

Sleep

Tomorrow they will come
Just like yesterday and today
Our sour mouths be sweetened
When our ears picked out
From the palm trees
Their secretes attentively

It will blow through the night
While it yet stays
At the same time
At the same place
The flow of its turbulent currents
Moving to and fro

The night awake to keep
The void in the air to share
When in their huts they lie
Yet already gone
Into another world
Unknowingly, already gone

like…

like a falling fleece
from within to nourish
your soul to clean
the table of anger to free

like tear drops
on the growing land
into my abode
the bright mountains above
the arid heart to water

like gay sparrow rhymes
on the tree top high
will wipe away all
my sorrowful heart tall

© Emperor Leander David

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baby I came baby I go

baby I came
with uncontrollable
hands that gripped not
eyes that wondered about
even at the slightest movement
with weakened strength
a dull mind, a baby I will go

baby I came
learning from the scratch
a master to become
of my world, the other world to join
like a baby I came
with uncontrollable cry…
like a baby I will go

my star of inheritance

I raised my eyes high
Into the skies for a star
The god s left on my path
Bright they said its light
Reflecting through my eyes

I gave thanks
what my heart longed
so differently stored
like starch in a leaf
what the gods stored

in my hands to have this star
but another also shining
in its place brighter to contemplate
in its place to replace

along the waters of fate
my aging boat will ride
till my star of inheritance
gradual or in a haste
dark or bright I’ll find

Wherever the oars me take
To comfort, cheer, guide; a star
I need, even if not that star,
To pass through to that star
The gods me left

Matter most to treat all same
Not the second more
nor the first least
in order to be happy
and staying happy

     ©Emperor Leander David.

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