Hamlet came a calling
He didn't say a lot
He was tired and cold and hungry
We gave him honey
From a pot

We breathed warm air upon him
In a kind and caring way
But it really didn't help a lot
Poor Hamlet passed away

He hadn't lost his colour
Still perfect as a pearl
We wrapped him in an autumn leaf
That had just begun to curl

We placed him in the branches
Of a tree that fateful day
In it's arms a frozen moment
Of when poor Hamlet passed away

So sad he didn't make it
But glad a chance to share
In a kindly woven moment
A moment love laid bare

Fragile 'did' for Hamlet
How fragile you and me
Everything is fragile
Beware fragility!

How beautiful was Hamlet
That humble....Bumble.... Bee

The Chalk Stream Lament

Someone broke into my heart where I rise beneath the Downs
And stole my chalk stream water and sold me to the towns
I don't know what you called me I don't think I had a name
Call me 'crystal clear spring water' I was gifted by the rain

My shining waters sounded out
With every rise and fall
In August I would whisper
In January call
Now I move quite slowly
Will I die is this my death?
I don't want to join the silent
I want to live not fight for breath

I want my life blood back again
To leap and turn and run
Sing out loud and sparkle
Flood meadows and feel the sun
Let me spill into the river
Ride the tides that come and go
Let me run my course forever
It's the only thing I know

I want those who lived within me
And those who've passed this way
And all who lived beside me
To come home, home to stay
Here with me when I was born
Long before you came
By my plunder you may reach the stars
But you'll whither just the same

So should I die don't mourn my loss
I'm home, I'm in the rain
And all in all rain has to fall
Somewhere I'll rise again.

It Was You

It was you
That I first met
That entranced me
That I first danced with
That I kissed
Laughed with
It was you I never forgot
That I always loved
Thought about
Thirsted for
Prayed for
It was you
That I wanted not just for a moment but forever
It was you
My beloved


He was perfection in every way
Handsome face well drawn 
Light caramel colored skin
Warm kind brown eyes
Merlot colored lips
Full black hair on his head
Dazzling white smile

He was perfection in every way
His hands were not too big 
Nor his fingers too fat
He was regal looking 
Like a prince

He walked with a rhythm and melody to his step
He dressed in a chic way
Simple but elegant 
He was perfection in every way

He was kind and polite 
Funny and fun
Open to everyone and everything 
He was perfection in every way

He was from another world 
Far far away 
He spoke many languages and
Was well educated 
He was perfection in every way

He;s Gone

He’s gone
I saw him last night to say goodbye 
The last time we were together before we parted 
Not our choice
We had to
He’s gone 
Back where he came from

When I woke in the morning I had hoped he was still here but he’s not
He left in the murky shadows of darkness 
My life left I am now alone left in the gray fog of life 
He’s gone

The brightness has left 
The lightness 
The humor and fun
He’s gone

And I am here alone searching for him

When a Man Dies...

When a man dies He knows no more, He wants no more He hates no more, he loves no more When a man dies His friends, true and untrue, weep aloud; So loud and clear that he doesn't hear When a man dies, Evil no longer threatens his existence For Sorrow and Pain are for the living When a man dies All his deeds, good and malevolent Speak for him, long after his demise When a man dies His adversaries rejoice and gloat wryly Over his unreturning loss and mischief When a man dies He sees the true face of God The Maker, A fiery face, so unfit for the living to see When a man dies, The Sun never stops rising from the East Nor does the azure sky go bereft of Stars When a man dies Well-known or Unknown, Rich or Otherwise The Earth rejects none; All, she swallows When a man dies He goes down into the embrace of The Grave An abode, where everyone is fluent in Silence… Pat Ashinze January 2017

Reflective Musings..

Reflective Musings The sun is tired, going to it's astral sleep, Darkness coming in, like the ocean deep Vividly I witness it all from where I lie As nature’s azure flows across the sky Glowing jewels with splendiferous lights, Glittering diamonds; Lordy! What a sight! On the cold lawn, I observe in awe As the stars drench the sky's floor Gorgeous beauties, aloft in transcendence Still, my sentient soul reeked of emptiness. It was arid of strength and sight Horribly barren of will and might. Then I recall the words of ancient wisdom Not to languish in loneliness and boredom But; to rise up from the past’s aphotic abyss And bask in the light of the future’s promise Valiantly, I rose with a stallion's might Baded the evening a sound goodnight Slowly, I sunk into my couch for sopor Eager to witness a new day’s glamour… Pat Ashinze, 2017 Rights reserved

God is a Poet

GOD IS A POET!. Take a look at the constellation of stars as they enamor the bluey dark of heaven You will see the beauty of poetry scattered throughout the nebulousness of the Universe . . Take a wide look at every creature that treads the land, From the sole intellectuality of man to the microcosm of microbes and whatnot, You see an exasperating arrangement of entities in the rigmarole tracks of life . . Take a look at those that reside in the darkened depths of fishy waters; From the great whales and leviathans to the roots and weeds and also unto the hideous and wonderful You observe the mystery of creation embedded in mystic poesies, . . Take a good look upon every single thing that is breathed upon, You see the hand of an unseen writer whose love for poetry knows no bound whose love for wordsmithship remains boundless and incomprehensible . . . Then you begin to wonder Sooner or after the while of reflection, knowing fully well that the said writer, is none but God, The Author and Finisher whose ink remains immune to dessication: . . Then in this ginormous admiration of skill, We remark and re-remark our surprise, Saying amidst awes cum wonders Exclaiming in waoh-ed tongues and voices, - "Indeed, God is a Poet!. " © Pat Ashinze , 2017 Rights reserved .