Thursday, May 14, 2026

Radomir Vojtech Luza

Turn to Burn


Azaleas burning

Pink roses on fire

I first visited New York City

In 1986

Flowers disappearing


Rome in flames

Violence vista

Mayor fiddling

New Yorkers scattering


Auditioned for plays

Sometimes for seven straight days

Everyone saw the great talent

And commitment


Tulips leaping

Lillies leading

Colors turning

Autumn yawning


Broadway, my love

Standing above

Muse and fuse

Motivator and instigator


Time to thrive

Dreams alive

Gotham strives

Must take a dive

Into this performer's beehive




Muse Fuse


This Czech powder keg

Creates at will

At his own mill

It is his gill

Keeping him still


His substance is his style

Staying a while

Using guile

To stamp his file


Blue muse

Red muse

Thick muse

Thin muse


Concrete muse

Asphalt muse

Cement muse

Dirt muse


Who am I

Where am I

When am I

How am I


Inspiring metaphors

Enlightening monologues

Inventing sets

Piloting jets

Weaving comedy

Muses mentioning

Flowers filtering




Hemisphere One


Insane planet

Double Janet

Triple window

Confused harlet


Complex jigsaw

Hairy hypotenuse

Carry the law

In the raw


Mysterious triangle

Father rectangle

Hilarious heart

Chicken mart


Salmon soul

Hand grenade hole

Forest fowl

Cuban goal


The Chinese stole

Gilgo Beach role

American flow

California low

Flowers glow as they blow


Hemisphere one

Off red

Almost dead

Neon bed

Kitchen-led

Scarlet Keds

Purgatory-fed



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