Namaste is pronounced "Namastay" with the first two "a's" as the first "a" in America. and the "ay" as in "stay". The "t" is pronounced softly with the area just behind the tip of the tongue pressing against the upper-front teeth with no air passing between. (Jai Maharaj) In Sanskrit... » read this article

Say When Say when she asks the summer sun or olden oak its' heavy limbs, When trilling morning song is heard through cotton fog and linen air. Say to her fields of lavender, inchoate colour sketches spread and raining bathos in the vale or huddled leaden on a hill. Say... » read this article

- Ancient Taoist proverb Sojourn I've had it wrong, these many years in quarters dark, unframed nights, to ask in all sincerety, for you to take your leave in flights, from your responsibility. To brandish arms and bandaliers in this small place would be for nought, and spent in vain... » read this article

AKKADIAN  WINTER Dervish winds on winter streets, whip twisted steel hulks and blast through doors and windows. Beholding eyes, shocked and vacant. Emotion, freeze-dried, quits the killed and the killer. Only lamentations in medium of stone-dried blood. Like a morning fog in the valley, death hovers over mosque floors. Muezzin... » read this article

Quito A trace of sweetness lingers at the crossing of our ways. Poinciana, palm and Maga on the hill above Cayey*. Pretty melodies that charmed me danced in your eyes that day; warmth of your smile that changed me, and then you went away. I many times remember. Your goodness... » read this article

Ajar You occupy a sweet room now, carefully constructed in a corner of my house - a door I sometimes open. You've moved from the living room where all the anguish could not turn into love and left me as a dying child. Now brief moments find me climbing the... » read this article

Winterwood Watch the new arrivals drift to rest    softly, around the hemlocks,   hiding tracks of the little ones    among the moon shadows The windchimes beckon the night,    The woodfire is in the stove,   Dusk gathers at the window    and peace settles round the cabin... » read this article

Snow No passage holds your faithful word, unspoken word, your constant word.      No portal for you comeliness, dissolving forms, your constant forms. You lie in field and trimmed in wood,      dress the boughs of evergreen,   glistening, clothe the day at noon,   shape blue moonlit crystal nights. Your... » read this article

ensembles grey Colors azure colors scarlet Wrap their arms around the years, Sitting long with colors brown. The meadowlands brood And soils patient and still, Breathe an easy rhythm. Frozen clumps of sod and stone, Plowed up in vast families, Join unbroken anonymity. An ancient sleep covers the farm ponds, And... » read this article

Interiors The hardwoods hold up a lowered sky. Migrating wings lift away from the advancing tides of cold. It is a winter like none before. Fronds of ferns that spread their lace, tall and green above the forest floors, now lie brown, waiting their blanket. It is the winter of... » read this article

Healing  I did not know their words or meaning when poets spoke of winds and trees. I heard their lines of brooks and flowers and read their thoughts of clouds and seas. But never could I plumb the wisdom, never sense that gentle touch, until my soul was wholly broken,... » read this article

Return A summer in the morning sun Like lace upon my skin, Sweeping o'er my rocking chair and let your light come in. And when the yellow, gold and brown left me faint upon the floor, I caught my breath just long enough to see you passing through the door.... » read this article

Pilltown Noisily lifting off the water at dawn, fading wings in fog; Stillness of an Appalachian moon... Breezes sleep. Quiet folds legs and lies down. More poetry by Les Blough © Copyright 2008 by AxisofLogic.com This material is available for republication as long as reprints include verbatim copy of the article its entirety,... » read this article

Little Hand That little hand, that busy hand that played in sand and tossed a stone That slept beside your weary head that grasped your father's hand so tight as you walked through the loud bazaar. Oh little hand, oh busy hand! do not be curious of that toy that... » read this article

Chador What hide you there behind that sacred scarf? Is it a shame to share your smile? Or is it beauty deep within that few can comprehend? Your western maids bestow endowments, lovingly of bosoms bare and charm, consumed on pageant runways lit, on sunny city streets. Is it vile... » read this article

  Carpet Bombs Carpet bombs find their home; swaths of leveled homes and body parts, indiscriminate among lost children, herds and other targets, reassembling rubble left by past enemies where rocks and dirt prized far above lowly men, women, in land where fingernails scratched a meal, another day. Families whose... » read this article

Holy War  In deserts hidden in the East, behind His dark brown eyes, Baleful arts are yet asleep with His cultured plans for those, whose name he loathes from bunkers deep. Telecasts scorched metalled minds of those who watching from the west, see wide-eyed twisted trunks and limbs Who suffered... » read this article

Friend To depths uncharted Within his brain He plummeted To make him sane As he careened From wall to wall And downward sped Unbroken fall He begged for drugs To silence fear And deaden pain And make us hear His call went out One heart to gain Off granite walls... » read this article

  Emily  I do not ask the summer Extraordinary gain Nor do I beg the harvest But modest share of grain   In spring the small wild flower Seeks only to become With sips of soil and water A brief life in the sun   Can I expect more glory... » read this article

  Garden Song An early sun set in your eyes   A long low moon arose To watch the places of your life   Where your movements, like vapors Caress pathways left by words you spoke   Trellises laden with your smiles Glistening in prisms of your tears   Shrouded... » read this article