Denied

I lapse into morose lamentations
again, unable as I am to sense
either the frail touch of novel raptures
or the teasing lure of greener pastures.

Much pleasures await me: cheer, love, safety
and all else – what more can I ask for. See
the precious crowns and sceptres laid at my feet,
kingdoms are mine to rule, ‘tis no conceit.

Yet, what I long for is not mine to own
I can only watch from afar; alone
in this unyielding fortress, that shuts me off
from beautiful you - you that I ache to have.

Reign

Neruda, once, had gotten into my veins,
he floated as a platelet, clotted on the wall.
Like the puma in Quitratue barrens
he’d hunted for my hot heart, and that squall
raged for long, he reigned - my heart’s black prince.

Smart

Nowadays I spend my time on pursuits eminently worthwhile
like research on business intelligence, Risk, Fraud… then compile
all into one tidy (imposing) hard-bound volume that I call
‘Knowledge Bank’. That, I think is quite smart, for the name enthrals all.

Prank

This verse file I try to hide.
You know, no easy task, that,
considering I just bide
my time here, hoping for fat
paycheques to dance to the bank.
That I’m here now is just a prank.