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The Cruelty of Time

The tick and tock
How its hands do mock
Their movement slow and subtle

And slower still
When you’ve had your fill
The minutes seem to double

When a lovely day
Has gone your way
So has it, like the wind

But alas the strife
Of a glacial life
Til the joy returns again

Please slow your gears
Let me feel these years
As more than just a minute

But again I wake
And each tick you take
Feels as though I wasn’t in it

Grateful

As we gather our harvest
Of love and of life
As we lay out the plates
And sharpen our knife

We make memories and smells
That comfort our bones
We offer our arms
Our food and our homes

Our own celebration
To remember what matters
To share all life’s gifts
With hugs and on platters

And once bellies bulge
And eyes seek to rest
We feel the true meaning
Of what makes this day best

Love shared by a family
The ones you’ve selected
Regardless of the sustenance
It’s gratitude perfected

Corners

I have lost you to the corners
gone without a reason
a fresh and brutal pain
every sunrise, every season

Your face lives on the walls
regardless of location
from new to old I go
such a bitter salutation

You are heard, and seen, and felt
with each one of my moments
but in such a foreign fashion
the ache for you, so potent

I have found you in the corners
I sense that you stay near
An everlasting feeling
so present and so clear

In Fading Light

In fading light we rambled
Hypnotized by the stars
Washed clean by blue horizons
Unable to see scars

Just silhouettes in motion
Swaddled by the dark
The moon was just then rising
The world no longer stark

The dwindling warmth of daytime
Still comforted our feet
But the night air with its coolness
Made the journey long and sweet

We could see forever
In the multitude of night
We knew life was a struggle
But we decided not to fight

I Haven't Gone to Sleep Just Yet

I haven’t gone to sleep just yet
So many goals I have not met
And life is but a heavy net
From which I can’t be freed

I’m sure there’s tears somewhere inside
Still waiting, wanting to be cried
Or perhaps they all have dried
Before they’ve met their need

At moments when I should be sleeping
Tis then, my pen longs to be creeping
Scrawling as my thoughts start seeping
From my weary brain

So now I start to add the numbers
How much time left for my slumber
How thick a fog shall I be under
When I rise again

But truth be told ‘tis not a toil
To creatively burn the midnight oil
Another dream fate chose to spoil
In the name of something written

So now i’ll end this incoherence
But surely meet new interference
When sleep at least makes its appearance
I’ll be absolutely smitten

Where the heart lives

Through lips shall pass
Both vows and lies
And eyes will twinkle
And will cry

Hands soft with touch
Or hard in fists
And cheeks both bathed
In tear and kiss

But deep within
Your throbbing chest
Your sweetest dreams
Shall come to rest

With love, like water
To hewn it so
And need, like fire
To make it go

So lips and eyes
And hands and cheeks
Can wear your strength
When heart is weak

And as it’s pounding
Finds its pace
You shall reveal
Its truest place

Wealthcare

I could tell you of my sons
the bravest two I've known
I could tell you of my friends
and how their needs have only grown

I could talk about myself
of my weight and weakened bladder
but you would only laugh
or at best it wouldn't matter

We know it isn't simple
to fix this kind of system
but why have you dismissed our lives
when you have never lived them

Your lives guided by votes
your hearts tainted by power
You revel in your distant view
from your lonesome little tower

But when our children die
and loved ones are left to suffer
you'll celebrate your bottom line
from behind your golden buffer

Please don't pretend you care
or even speak as if you could
for whatever goals you claim to have
none of them are good

I Must Write

I must write
Upon these lines
One thousand words
One thousand times
The meaning lost
Emotion spent
All the tears
That came and went
A droning hum
A high pitched whine
A shadow looms
That is all mine
Dark and deep
And all around
Full of smells
Full of sounds
There lives the past
That I have made
That ink and pulp
Have yet to save

The Prettiest of Ponds

The frightened pheasant flutters
Flying in a burst
Startled by the panting fox
Who came to quench her thirst

The female fox is furrowed
Shorter are her days
Lacking will and drive to hunt
On eggs and fruit she’ll graze

A fearful fish feels furtive
Peering at the shore
His gills grow still and silent
For he’s met a fox before

The frog floats on a flower
Singing strong and proud
From time to time he nabs a bug
From the thick and buzzing cloud

The flys all flit and fumble
Done in by graceless genes
You could say they move swift
Though more akin to a careen

The flourishing fans of ferns
Reach widely with their fronds
They add their rich green hues
To this, the prettiest of ponds

Pretty Flowers

I’m not sure how I got here
It happened just that quickly
I never broke a single bone
I wasn’t even sickly

But there I was just standing
Beside a road I knew
And suddenly my lights went out
And up above I flew

I yelled for help to hoarseness
But no one seemed to hear
So I thought instead I’ll fly for help
But I can’t be long I fear

I floated to the druggist
And screamed “Call 911!”
But he flipped the page of his magazine
And slowly, softly hummed

I then flew to that petrol man
And found him selling lotto
I yelled “Please get help right away!”
But the sad sac was just blotto

Finally it dawned on me
The ER was just yonder
So I flew as fast as one could fly
‘Could I be heard there?’ I pondered

To my luck there was a lady
With a bandage on her toe
She turned and looked right at me
Saying “It’s too late you know”

“Please tell someone I’m out there
Oh the buzzards and the crows!
If they arrive before the fuzz
Then the driver’s mind could go”


“Alright Alright.” she said annoyed
And called up dear John Law
I thanked the woman’s kindness
And flew back to shock and awe

The police had me surrounded
A blue tarp thrown upon me
A simple stretcher worked for most
For me they’d need an army

A dark plastic container
To hold the scattered pieces
Alas the fauna found me
And turned me into feces

My flights had seemed so swift
But apparently took hours
Not very much was left
But it would grow pretty flowers

Flags of Failure

Hearken all to the rageful voices
of those who sit on self made thrones
those made afraid of boogeymen
those molded into desparate clones
Now they stomp and gnash with guns and hoods
and convince themselves they're brave
Blind to the shadows that are cast
When their Flags of Failure wave

Poems for a Bad Day full of Bad people

First a Haiku:

An enlightened mind
Seeks ways to conquer its foes
Softly with kindness

Now onto the poems:

Just as day is ending
Each one of us begins
Reliving cringful moments
Kicking ourselves in

So this is my day
How could it be worse
I'll not dwell upon it
Tempting its thirst

Finding yourself
Ugly within
Can be healed with service
Kindness can win

Clever kinds of people
Universally understand
Not to sacrifice their sleep
To the obstinant and bland

Truth be told
What can we be
Attacking only
Tyranny

The Wise Crone

Her old and grizzled graces
Hold up amongst the faces
That pass her in their races
For what they see as freedom

To her they are all wandering
As she sits calmly pondering
The true joys they are squandering
For she knows they cannot see them

She knows regret as revelation
Forgiveness as a true salvation
And suspension of one’s expectations
Can grow such endless joy

Still green is grass as well as money
With one as vinegar and one as honey
And some may find her answer funny
But she knows want tends to cloy

So she walks on uninhibited
With a smile life once prohibited
And a regalness exhibited
By the looseness of her spine

For those who actually notice
In this world so out of focus
She floats much like the lotus
And is equally divine

The Love Created

When the hand you held in times of fear
Has so abruptly disappeared
And the shoulder that once caught your sorrows
Is no longer there tomorrow
Focus then on heart and spirit
You can feel it, you can hear it
Deep within and all around
Your world still echoes with the sound
Their presence through your joy and pain
Still burns inside you like a flame
So toast the laughter and allow for weeping
For the love created was meant for keeping

Dad

My very first hero is lost to me
My protector, debater, and friend
My guide on how good music could be
With a vast choice of genres to blend
A professor of punctuality
That being on time showed you care
A pinnacle of functionality
When you wore uniforms and short hair
I’ll remember you so well respected
And loved but the many who knew you
So many good times we collected
I’m not ready for them to be through

The Edge

There is any edge on which I perch
No railing, wall, or net
Sometimes it likes to shake or lurch
But it hasn't thrown me yet

I fear its errant jostling
Will one day fling me clear
But even if I'm wobbling
That still means I am here

Oh Sweetest Soul

Oh sweetest soul you are released
To wander far and wide
To do the things you always wished
That your body once denied
We picture you ethereal
And dancing in the sky
Smiling, laughing, singing
We’ve no doubt that now you fly
Your lovely face lives in our mind
Your sweetness still resounds
Your open, carefree, loving heart
Your bravery profound
Though life will never seem the same
Like a song that’s lost it’s rhythm
So many hearts will carry forth
The light you lit within them

The Jester

The jester appears with his harlequin sleeves
The crowd has now gathered up to the eaves
They await his act gasping, then holding their air
His jingling hat ringed with fiery hair

He tumbles so drunkenly, yet never falls
He points and he sneers, looking sad then appalled
The spectators grasping so tightly their sides
The laughter it floods like a leveling tide

He hands the girls roses and coyly he smiles
The men see their maidens blush all the while
They shake their fists sternly then laugh just the same
The jester he revels in a common man’s fame

He once had such promise, born for the stage
Yet his backstage transgressions elicited rage
He used his coy smile to coax many a patron
And finally soiled the name of a maiden

Her father a powerful town benefactor
He glazed him in red as he hung from a rafter
Once he was cut down his beauty was marred
His body was bloody his face was left scarred

So now he would dance and play to the masses
Joke with the lads and flirt with the lasses
He could conjure a smile that gave all folks their jollies
For not one here knew his most wanton of follies

The Dreaded Block

Three different notebooks and not one phrase
a writer dreads these types of days
Before too long your heart is racing
From the mundane future you could be facing
You curse at songs and shun your books
The trees are barren, that you once shook
But then a seed or maybe half
You start to write, you start to laugh
and with relief you're off and running
to show the world your heart and cunning

National Poetry Month 2017!

There once was a lad of good breeding
Whose claims of success were misleading
He boisterously boasted
While openly roasted
And became most acclaimed for his tweeting

The Palisades of Easement

Jutting from the shore
Emerging from the earth
Nigh to rising moons
Next to nature’s hurt
Yonder is the wave
Malevolent and fierce
Outside of the danger
Over where the rocks do pierce
Keenly she doth sit
Inside another plane
Subtly offering everything
Gently easing pain
Reaching depths of love
Elusive to the proudest
A place to turn my back upon
The world when it roars loudest

In Immigrant's Hands

Our mouths bellow justice
yet we preach to the choir
It becomes just a hum
As it travels up higher

They have shuttered the windows
While scrunching their faces
Making sure the wrong people
Stay in the right places

They know not the sounds
Of true lamentation
They care not that this land
Grows with each implantation

More people, More culture
More knowledge, more life
A yield that goes far beyond
Business or wife

What can truly be saved
With a wall or a ban
When our everything started
In immigrant’s hands

Peaceful poems

Content in contemplation
at ease among the trees
Regardless of duration
my bliss found on the breeze

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The energy expands
like the opening of a hand
there is nothing like the comfort
of someone who understands

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Flowing out into the world
a love that seeks to heal
to give someone another way
to see, to think, to feel

Some may try to block it
Some may turn and run
though it's enough for many
it is grateful reaching one

It's not me, It's you

My skin, my shirt, my skirt, my shoes
“Your begging them to look at you”
My hair, My ass, My mouth, My tongue
“It’s harmless, he’s just having fun”
My work, my street, my apartment
“You should take it as a compliment”
I’m scared, I’m angry, I’m anxious, I’m sad
“Oh stop whining it’s not that bad”
Refuse abuse, Detail the damage
“Go in the kitchen and make me a sandwich”
Fighting back, Taking a stand
“She just needs to get a man”
Target, Victim, Battered, Dead
“She probably shouldn’t have worn red”

Claimed

Sworn in blood
but not their own
the pact was sealed
the lever thrown
Slamming cages
securing chains
the bait has worked
we have been claimed

A Game of Misdirection

It’s a game of misdirection
A sinister sleight of hand
Lecherous inflection
Aggrandizement of the bland

A ravenous flock of scavengers
Who much prefer the gristle
A merciless crew of ravagers
Who yearn to shock and bristle

A tiny matter of distaste
Splashed across the page
And expertly they roast and baste
To cultivate the rage

As we scream and clean our follicles
O’er the tiniest offenses
We cannot see the powers that be
Are blurring all the lenses

Somewhere the facts are thrashing
Trying hard to breach the surface
If it finds the shore it’s gasping
Wondering if the swim was worth it

In the Lurch

Don’t shame the mouth that speaks
All they have simmered in
Now pushed into release
By a furious roiling din

Don’t mock the tears that fall
From eyes assailed with hatred
Lives covered in a pall
After power was made sacred

Don’t brush away the feeling
That something is awry
A choice once thought appealing
Could soon find you asking why

The crawling in your stomach
You felt from time to time
May cause the high to plummet
Leaving you with quite the climb

The Pain is a Utility

The rafters of you packed up tight
With all that has been lost
And even now a glaring sun
feels slightly tinged with frost
You turn now to repression
To keep yourself afloat
But still even a passing thought
Makes a lump rise in your throat
Do not run from sadness
For it can always find you
Take sometime to feel it
So it cannot keep and bind you
Your tears will try to wash it
To force it to the surface
The pain is a utility
The anguish has a purpose

In Plain Sight

Snarling 'neath the wool
teeth that gleam with hunger
Searching for the weakest
drawing close and poised to plunder
the mandible held steady
dripping at it's feet
when it's moment comes
it will bloat itself with meat