Dull and Rusty Blade

The man was strong at twenty,
With a knife sharp and lusty.
He slipped it into its sheath
Since he was then in good health —
Ah, how he wanted a wife!

He wended through the forest
Searching for female beast
Through whose flesh his knife could stab:
In glee he sang rub-a-dub-dub…
Ah, he wished to use his knife!

But he was too selective,
Having in mind his motive
To knife only the right beast
Whose flesh he liked the taste;
He could not yet use his knife.

A few decades slid away;
The bachelor, now weary,
Was too old more than ninety.
His knife’s blade dull and rusty;
He remained a bachelor.


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Hiding What She Seeks

A subtle poem is like the sea,
having big swelling waves and great depth
showing some things outside you can see;
but it is hiding things underneath.

A poem may hide in its depth things
that can be dug out by intellect,
unlike a girl who hides what she seeks
but pregnancy betrays her secret.

In the womb of a subtle poem,
concealed in a thinly veiled secret
is wrapped in beauty a man’s wisdom
that blossoms for us all to reflect.
Such poem mirrors the soul’s secret,
but there is no need to explain it.


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