THAT GUY

That guy of old soon will unfold

Mysterious chap to be

Witty and smart, promising start

As far as Jeda’s eyes doth see

Cover to cover Jeda must read

That book of gold that bears Guy’s creed

Line by line she dare peruse

Guy’s life sublime if he so choose

To share such pages of past and future

And sync his present with this reader

Soprano sings to guitar strings

Where time’s  ink, page place meets.

Copyright©2011 by Camille Caliscia Patrick

VENDETTA’S PLEA

Crouching Tigress, sharpened teeth

Royal Bengal wants to eat

Full of wounds from huntress training

Throats to bite, prepared and waiting

Stripes meet stripes to camouflage

Gastric juices flow at large

Silent watcher day by day

Hunts in wisdom for her prey

Nocturnal animal, exquisite beauty

Spares no one, performs her duty

To passersby predator be

Destined to render vendetta’s plea

Dominant grace, poignant splendor

Fights until bloody surrender

Ally making is not her creed

Nature’s mission must proceed.

Copyright©2011 by Camille Caliscia Patrick

BEHOLDER’S EYES

Perception is but a reflection
of experience and conviction

This definition of what we see
Yet differs   from reality

Beholder's eyes stare up a crisis

Mag-ni-fied blind spot devices

Long sighted judgements so unsound

Amiss with bases too profound

Obscured perception by much blinking

Quick conclusions, seldom thinking

Laser treatment now prescribed

For colour blind and cocky eyed

Beholder’s eyes without precision

Immunity craves from tunnel vision

Future decisions still unborn

Seeks freedom from myopic scorn

It’s high time that truth unscrambles

Postscript data now preambles

Healing cataract and glaucoma

Giving sight to the beholder

Copyright©2011 by Camille Caliscia Patrick