Tag Archives: haiku

bohemian, ballad, zeitgeist


On the day she left the gallery 

Of the faces ancient and agelast

She went to the shop of curiosity

And bought a new perfume fragrant

Of Rose, Acacia, Lilac, and Bergamot, 

From which a Sylph floated up to her

Thru the dusty air of a city street

Wrapping her in the perfume of love

Undressing her in the nature of love. 

famous, ambitious


The incitement is fame to an honest mind, says Ben,

The spur the clear spirit raises is fame, says John,

I say the sap the adventurous keeps is fame anon.


P.S.: While reading Ian Donaldson’s Ben Jonson: A Life, I came across the chapter regarding the eminent English playwright/poet Ben Jonson expressing his sentiment toward the premature death of young Prince Henry Frederick, son of King James I of England, whose earthly princely fame was soon writ in water. He said: “Fame is the incitement to honest minds,” which was later adapted by John Milton, author of Paradise Lost thus: “Fame is the spur that the clear spirit raises. The desire for fame is the last infirmity of noble minds.” So I, who is an amateur hobbyist writer/indie-blogger, reworked the wise old sayings of fame by these reverential titans of English Literature. I don’t think fame is necessarily evil, corrupting the heart of a soul. If used wisely, it works as a stimulant to strive for the fulfillment of your goals and dreams, so long as the ambition doesn’t grow into Rabelaisian proportion. 




I smile at the flowers,

The earth whispers in the flowers,

Heaven twinkles in the flowers,

My heart leaps with pleasure

And dances with the flowers.

P.S.: Today I saw the flowers outside, and they filled me with the simplicity of sweetness that lifted my heart from a valley of tears in this world to a secret parterre in heaven. What lovely creatures they were!



on Shakespeare’s Birthday


Brilliant as the star that danced

And sparkled in the Milky Way,

The Wit that Nature crowned

The Bard with a Laurel of Poetry

Adorned him with Great Glory.


P.S.: Today is Shakespeare’s birthday, and I feel somehow responsible for writing about it to commemorate it as a continuing Student of Art and Dabbler of Wordcraft. What I love about the Bard is that he wasn’t classically educated and that he was something of an autodidactic artist whose natural light of wit and way with words made him all the more attractive and approachable. The image of a gigantic literary figure that we usually associate with Will is a Victorian invention of the grandiose grandeur of English literature undefiled. If Geoffrey Chaucer prioritized the English language, Shakespeare popularized it. Hence my eternal Kudo to the Brilliant Bard.