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Poem: This Side of Eden

The sun woke
And the world lied

The sun hid
And the world lied

The sun set
And the world loved the darkness

The two prophets spoke
And the world laughed

The streets were filled
And the bodies lay
for three and a half
days

The celebration continued
And the woman screamed

We try to forget
Somewhere behind the gold rivers
And the truth bleeds
all around us

The looking glass
hides in the dim mirror
And we take another sip

I’ll watch
this side of Eden

I’ll watch
this side of the Promised Land

I’ll watch
and the lies unfold
and the hate breathes
and you are no more
and the paints dried
and the skin peeled
and the left hand watched
as the right hand withered

and

and

I was on my way home from work. Driving down Randolph. A squirrel… a damn squirrel ran in front of me. I thought I missed it. Looking in the rearview mirror, I saw it… there… on the curb. Damn.

Today, it was still there. It was beginning to bloat. I’m sorry.

This side of Eden

This side of the Promised Land

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A Public Poem

I wonder if you know?


Before the first day, you were known.
On the last day, you will be judged.


There are swords made to slay the dragon.
There are swords to pierce your heart.


An angel guards your path.
A fallen one seeks your soul for his own.


There are seven days in a week.
There are three hundred sixty-five days in a year.
There are only so many days in your life.
Live them wisely.


Honor everyone.
Love the brotherhood.
Fear God.
Honor the emperor.


You’re going to die.


Have a little whiskey.
Not too much.
It can be good for the soul.
It can bring you to hell.


Pause.
Let the angels go before.


Pause.
Say a prayer
for you
and for me.


This is not the time to speak your mind.
This is not the time to allow others to rule your heart.
This is not the place to falter or fade.
This is the place to stand.


Question.
Who is going to live your life for you?

I saw the sun rise.
You were there.
We shall live.
For ever and ever .
Amen.

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Thursday’s Poem – “Ignore”

You knew it was the cry of my breath
and you knew you would ignore
there were so many cries for life
but none that gave you breath

I came from a distant place
a place of horrors and peace
where the demons shout with glee
giving us flight, while we run in terror
   bleeding in our lost souls

Chase me in the absence
remember me when the clouds break
I’ll not be there
in the lightning
in the cacophony
in the… hmm
  … I might be there.

Short life bleeds into years
no sense in setting clocks
all read the same
all chime last call

A monkey churns
a tune grinds on
I pop when time is…
  ….. time is
  ….. time is
  ….. time is…
when you have become the dancing monkey
you dance
  it rains
  it plays the sounds of the carnival
        and if you dance the dance
        
      ah!

    ”Have a nibble. It won’t last
     but it will bait you along.”

I watched the sun
my eyes wide open
blistered my vision
opened my mind
and if it mattered
we’d all play the violin
and pretend the world was flat

As it is
I’ve forgotten my name
(thankfully, the Son remembers)
fifty-nine years and the plague of our dreams
               Sai, we know not why
skips past and dreams of a better day.

Bring me my life.
Bring me my breath.
I will live
            yes
    I will live

YES

Black, white, and other shades of gray. These are the colors of our mind
   these are the color we see…..
       ….. I am blue.

Find me.

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Writing: Why did the Owl Hoot?

150-word Roll Call for December 2023 Enid Writers Club

Image by Chräcker Heller from Pixabay

To hoot, or not to hoot, that is the question:
For to hoot is to speak in hopes of being heard,
To not is silence amongst the trees,
Meditating upon the moon and the leaves.
If perchance I see a friend, a hoot would surely invite them in,
Whereas a foe might seek me out
Only to harass, harangue, and steal my house.
So, I perch wide-eyed in my hollow oak,
Prudence shepherding my unspoken note,
Equivocating on whether to hoot or not.

A snap, a twig, a scurrying in the night,
My dinner moves cautiously out of sight.
Unaware of my presence and eyes so bright,
Nor of my taste for furry gray mice.
I swoop, I dive, I see my mark.
I reach, I grab, I clasp thin air.
I sit, I frown, no wages for work,
I’ll go hungry this night, my soul in despair.

“Well… Hoot.”

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Late Night Options

Now that I have this picture, I suppose a… poem is needed.

I watched as the skin of my hand
made these words upon the page
They lied
but they hoped

You are in the corner
where they can’t see you
where they won’t see your face
or know your name

but I know you are there
Yes
The lights in the room and the
color of the message
won’t take that from me

Can you see your life
Can you see the light flowing
from the books
that so many have written
Isn’t it a shame
they’ve all died
and still
we wait
Wait
Wait

I’ll continue to dance alone
in the shadows of my own mind
after all
my shadows dance with me
They know the song
They know your name

We’ll keep silent
for a time
We’ll let the streets flow
And
And

And

We’ll dance

Yes

We’ll dance

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Poem: Touch

This is one where I looked at the picture that I painted and then wrote the poem. Hope you can see it.

When you watch the sunrise alone
The sun not touching the sky
When you see a star
But not one that belongs
When you breathe
And the air escapes you
That is when you know
Love
Love in the green and blue
Love when the red speaks
To the black
But should you touch the center
Where none are known
Then you will
Bleed

I saw the sky come down on the dawn
I saw the sun set upon itself
I watched as night attracted them all
But then the sun rose
On a beach while I was alone
And there was your hand
Reaching for mine

We should escape to that place
That place of silence
That place where I watched
The sunrise alone

It is there that the silence
Wraps us in the caerulean sky
And the only star
Brightens the life of so many souls

Here we meet
Release me
Release me
Set me free to wander the night
The places where hate roams
But has no power
The place where pain screams
But has no feeling
The place where I have no voice
But the voice that is you

Drops of rain on the path
No matter

I watch the sunrise alone
And the star fell
I wake

A dream

When

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Poem: Rules

there are rules

how we hate them

there are rules

but they must be followed

there are rules

but this is the night

they are broken

why?

because the pink engaged the blue

the blue was overwhelmed

and the sky became an end

Yes

There are the days

when the moon shines

and the whiskey flows

but then there are days

when the atrocity of it all

melts in the pink of your flesh

cries for another day

and screams at the night of your death

to return to the day before

Yes

I’ll make the scars

that traverse my skin

waiting for the days

that you are buried in us

Yes

I saw the moon set

and the sun rise

there was no sleep

but

but

the pink engaged the blue

and the blue

and the blue

LIVED!

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