Celoj

 Celoj

Mi provas lerni

la lingvo Esperanto

lerni aliajn.

© Jeremy L. Heath, 2025. All rights reserved

Lundo

 Lundo

Ho, kia honto!
Estas tre bela tago,
Sed, mi laboras!

© Jeremy L. Heath, 2025. All rights reserved

Authors note: Readers of the following poem should note that is a sort of reflection of WB Yeats poem 'The Second Coming'. While mirrored in its composition, it also seeks to be a continuation of his narrative,  an updated answer to his question of what beast slouches towards Bethlehem to be born...

A New Dawn

The widening gyre continues to turn,
The falcon continues without concern,
Ruins more common, the center falters,
society sprawls upon dark altars,
Hateful, their bloody thirst can’t be sufficed,
our innocents stolen as sacrifice;
Our potential heroes refuse to act
for fear their families will be attacked.

Surely our people will wake and notice,
Surely a New Dawn will burn the lotus.
A New Dawn! I can barely pen the words
without visions of that dark silhouette:
the bloody lion of a bloody god
demanding blood tribute without mercy,
moving to and fro with its dark purpose;
Sunbirds drowning en mass in its shadows.
Robes attempt to veil our eyes, but we know
those centuries of calculated lies
we were force-fed with that desert lotus
for this dark hour of culmination:
The foul desert beast set loose on the world. 

© Jeremy L. Heath, 2025. All rights reserved

Shadows

Shadows

How they swirl around

To fill my thoughts with terror
That I'm losing hold. 

Suppress

Suppress

Breathe in and Breathe out
this can't control you
if you control it. 

Morning Elixir

Morning Elixir

A lemon juice shot,
Potassium, Salt, and water...
Stir, then down the hatch!

August

 Black marker. 
          One swipe.
Another day gone. 
Black marker. 
          One swipe.
Another day gone. 
Black marker. 
          One swipe.
Tear off the sheet. 
I stare at the paper, 
          Covered in one black swipe at a time
Before crumbling it and throwing it away. 
I stare at the new sheet. 
         No swipes, no black, 
But full of darkness in its own right. 
A new sheet for a new month
          Last month trashed...underutilized...
Joy, fun, memories,
         Intended,  postponed, dreamt of...
Swiped away with each day...
This new sheet...
         Fresh...pure...promising...
Marks the new year for me...
         Marks another year gone
Lost to complacency and distraction....
         But...perhaps...as I notice: another chance?