Urban Poet

Small bowl holds
Treasured secret

Bound by cords
Of twisted wire

Young child watches
As old man cuts

Old weak branch falls
New branch given life

Bonsai grows old
In the light of day

©  Ceol, Urban Poet

Soft as rose petals
Sharp as thorns
Delicate as butterfly wings

Minds, bodies, spirits
Intertwined in bonds of
Of passion and desire

Lover, poet, artist
Of the sutras of love
Giver of forgetfulness

Guide us through
This darken night into the
Morning’s golden dawn

©  Ceol, Urban Poet

Play my body like a
Fine-tuned instrument
Desirous of your touch

I am the lute and you
The finest of musicians
A duet in perfect time

Song of love and passion
Instrument and artist
In perfect harmony

©  Ceol, Urban Poet