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  • The Seer had Seen it all

    The Seer had Seen it all

    A glint of steel in the stranger’s hand –
    The deputy blinked, the prisoner closed his eyes.
    Someone he knew waited in the shadows.

    The daughter, alone in the kitchen
    Basting a turkey she had prepared for the men
    Smiled at the diamond she wore. No seer
    Would warn her to get out of the way…

    Three men had left for the mountain and one would
    Return – the bearer of bad news. The remains
    Of handcuffs dangled from his pocket

    Was it the smell of the roasting, now burning
    Turkey that drove the men crazy? They
    Shouted and cursed and ripped the steel bars down.

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    Like A Broken-down Machine

    “Chickens come home to roost” we heard them say
    Loud enough so we might keep away
    We children of the man who didn’t see the train
    Or maybe saw the future, and used his brain…
    We grew up helter-skelter, watched our Ma
    Stagger from the liquor store, just like our Pa…
    Hypnotized with guilt, she tortured herself with gin
    Convinced that it was she who committed the greater sin.
    Her “mornings after” started out the same
    I remember gloomy clouds and rain…
    Our brother moved away, put on a uniform
    Swore he’d never return to this place where he was born.
    Listened to her blame herself, wiped away her tears
    Spread lotion on her weakened legs, comforted her fears.
    No gimmick yet invented can take away our pain
    We live our lives but once, we can’t go back again.

    Like A Broken-down Machine

    “Chickens come home to roost” we heard them say
    Loud enough so we might keep away
    We children of the man who didn’t see the train
    Or maybe saw the future, and used his brain…
    We grew up helter-skelter, watched our Ma
    Stagger from the liquor store, just like our Pa…
    Hypnotized with guilt, she tortured herself with gin
    Convinced that it was she who committed the greater sin.
    Her “mornings after” started out the same
    I remember gloomy clouds and rain…
    Our brother moved away, put on a uniform
    Swore he’d never return to this place where he was born.
    Listened to her blame herself, wiped away her tears
    Spread lotion on her weakened legs, comforted her fears.
    No gimmick yet invented can take away our pain
    We live our lives but once, we can’t go back again.

  • Trash Heaps, their latest role

    Trash Heaps, Their Latest Role

    Gone is the sense of being connected
    Still vital in these broken days
    From speeches to poems, all quickly scribbled
    Spoken once, their notes immediately thrown away.

    Few things last beyond their time of use
    Even printed forms are rarely kept beyond the hour
    The craft of writing limited to decorated signs
    The largest piles of trash, a sign of growing power.

    words: connected, broken, poems, speeech, giblets, signs, stripes, vital, sense, away, sheets strip

  • Fill our Pockets with Posies

    Fill our pockets with posies

    A small pause to identify
    When we add sticks to the flames.
    Desire need not polarize
    Sometimes love lingers in the remains.

    Ashes, ashes, the children sing
    Ashes of love, the bitter refrain
    Pretty posies, a touch of joy
    Forget discernment, love is a game.

    Wordle 28 Sept. 2014

  • Questions I Cannot Answer

    Questions I Cannot Answer

    Beyond the hills, the mean sun set.
    The color of blood had spilled and spread
    Across the sky, all ready for sleep -
    Innocence shred, I tried not to weep.

    A wall of windows and mountains beyond.
    We picked at our meal, not much was gone
    “I passed my tests – they told me so”
    she whispered with pride, what else could she show?

    The hospital famous for children’s care
    My pestering questions, I would not dare
    Disturb that balance we had achieved
    I fluffed her pillow, I still believed

    In modern medicine’s words of cheer
    “Hospital” is “Medical Center “: here.
    Through the long night, with jello and tea
    I watched from the space arranged for me.

  • A Discovery

    A Discovery

    Had we finally come to the edge of howhere?
    All day we had followed the shallow, meandering river
    Empty of fish, perhaps empty of all life, but we
    Drank the water – found it cool and comforting..

    A dismal afternoon. Pale sunlight passing through
    Clouds that peered in and out from the brown hills.

    It was Rose that spotted the horses. Three of them,
    Almost a family, skeletons almost, startled when
    They saw our signal gun. We had run out of
    Bullets long ago, but hoped it would make a would-
    Be attacker think again. It made the horses keep
    A distance between us. Their manes were thin and
    Stringy. It was doubtful if they had ever been ridden.
    Actually it was odd that they had not yet landed
    Inside someone’s dinner pot.

    Best to take care. Plants still grew around here
    That we knew were poisonous. Perhaps the
    Horses could eat them with no ill effects, but
    Their meat might be tainted.

    If something looks too good to be real, then it
    Probably isn’t.

    Words: dismal, meandering, thrust, bath, rose
    Locks, spot, horses, plant, bullets, signal, edge.

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  • Ceremony

    Ceremony

    Out of Africa, those ancient rites began
    Beneath the dark night sky, a candle lit
    By hand,
    Forgotten words broke the stillness of the night
    Unknown transgressions, were we right?
    To claim our own, our remembered
    Invocations, our share of the light.

  • Monument

    Monument

    A small, abandonded meadow grows
    Near the center of the town
    Few have heard the story of
    This forgotten, hallowed ground.

    Forgotten, too, those men who died
    Defending unpopular beliefs
    Few monument now recall
    Deed of rebels and of thieves.

    Only those who dabble in the tales
    Of local historic lore
    Even they will be forgotten
    When they speak and breathe no more.

    This small spot of land now valuable
    (It is dollars that mark the cost)
    Who needs reminders of a time when men
    Believed so strongly in a cause that lost?

    Words. whack, hallowed, stained, unfolds, blasts, center, dabble
    reveal, skill, hunt, thrill, shallow

  • In Nature's Hide-away

    In Nature’s Hide-a-way

    Days have lost their names, who cares
    We have the sun to guide us
    When it opens up the sky, we eat
    When it nestles in the piney wood
    We party

    Meanwhile we guide our canoes
    Through the murky, dreaming water.
    Bears and deer spy on us from the
    Shoreline. Lazy old carp tempt us
    From the muddy bottom. All of them
    Are safe.

    Our camp is in a no- hunting zone.
    It is a hotel for tired animals. The
    Only hunting allowed is for lost coins.
    At night the stars lend us their glitter.
    All the creatures that ever were nestle
    Among them. We walk quietly along
    The trails. Our only lantern is the moon.

  • The Almost finish

    The Almost Finish

    A pair of manufactured lions guarded the main house. The rest of the buildings
    Sprawled helter-skelter along the hillside. They contained little of value – some small lumps of fools gold, bright and deceiving in the afternoon sun.
    The business, the manufacture of small houses, all laid out on the “Shotgun” style” that did little more than keep the occupants dry in a rain storm.

    The days of the visitors had long vanished. Millions had once arrived, where the
    Faithful prepared for the “Second Coming” It lack of appearance had lead to the conclusion that this was merely another false alarm Pieces of metal still littered the grounds after every heavy rain. By mutual consent, these were no longer talked about.

    To the millions of visitors who took the journey on foot, a long hike for all, it became a miniature “Haz.” The origin of that idea belonged to small, cheeky fellow whose people had originally settled the town of Cleveland Ohio. No prospects in sight, he and his kin followed the sacred way south, establishing a chain of motels bearing the lackluster name of “Rest a While.”

    It was in this matter that the world did not end.

    Words: manufactured, lackluster, millions, cheeky, throat, honor
    room, piece, shot, side, hike, lions.

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