When will I find you Lord - a poem by Chris Zachariou

death of refugee children

I looked for you in the eyes
of all the murdered migrants
and in the eyes of the drowning children.

I looked for you when the starving thousands
were marching to the Promised Land
and the angels named them malingerers and thieves.

I looked for you my Lord but I never found you.

Loving Evita - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Tango Dancers – WIX Media

After dark, she finds sanctuary

in the house of the lame dancers.

Listening to melancholy songs

pressed between the pages of her

faded scrapbook, she recalls her

mother's kindness— mugunghwa

blossom on her pillow and rice

cakes for breakfast.

Everything changed - a poem by Chris Zachariou

loss

once you said

"nothing has changed"

but you were so wrong

The tainted goat - a poem by Chris Zachariou

A satirical view of Donald Trump

Delirium rules.

The soldiers of the tainted goat
are dancing at the white altar, depravity
is a virtue and the Sultan of Seville
rules the holy kingdom.

The poet's betrayal - a poem by Chris Zachariou

A Lunar Chameleon Dance

I trekked this path before

the scent is too familiar—

it is the scent of tarnished oaths.

The rusty ring she wears

pollutes the water in the well

and the poplars in her street

whisper in a foreign tongue.

Gower Street - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Kingsway Day College, Gower Street

Once upon an ancient time

in the days of dust and innocence

Mr. Clements at the gate

holding hands with D. H. Lawrence

—thank you, Mr. Clements; thank you—

The gypsy virgin - a poem by Chris Zachariou

wild black curls

Tonight, the moon
is dripping red wine.
The moon is singing.
The moon is singing.