Blazing, flash debate
stoke the bonfire, hate-
The time draws near, while
searching out their crimes,
when all we thought we
had was plenty time…
Still our fire died, and
Our smoke laden,
ashen forms
are swept onto the
dung heap.
Resuscitation
Crimped-shut throat,
pried open-
to receive waves of air
again.
Generous offers
Of love, peace,
joy
if I just look up
and reach
with these
atrophied branches
I call arms,
hands.
Instead, I turn my
head sideways
to drink the
fermented dregs
from the bottom
of the well
I appear to have
fallen in.
Goal
I can’t possibly do it all, but I can do my first step. 😊
Day and Night
Night and silent stars,
with their two cusps called
dawn, dusk-
clear, shaded beauty,
don’t hold the patent,
monopolizing rights from
radiant daylight.
Lost Your Senses?
Crisp diagnosis
Flows over the patient’s head-
Ear circumcision?
Eyes heavy, vacant
Story told with none unsaid;
Believe a patient?
Cluster phrase, circles,
Condescension laces words;
(croon me a blessing.)
Still see time passing,
Doors open, close on loved ones
Who never come back.
Not Everything
Tears are not everything,
though they have their
place and time-
wrung from shades of eyelids,
at life’s frequent crime.
Smiles are not everything,
though they have their
place and time-
flexing cheeks and lips,
at warmth that glows inside.
This life is not everything,
though it has it’s
place and time-
until last, fluttering heartbeat
step into angels chime.
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Sucker punches thrown,
Eloquence, persuasion dead-
From when quills were swords.
Healing
Bent nearly in half,
At your touch, lifting assist,
Vertebrae snapped, clicked.
Well of Emotion
Cogs, circuitry, chime-
don’t have to bleed to make ink
for every time.
Diet of Teenagers Leftovers
Don’t ever let them
fool you,
Don’t ever let them
say,
toddler’s food
is the only
diet forced on
parents day.
Just yesterday
forgot breakfast;
had a sandwich
end with ham-
dregs of
mocha coffee,
Brownies in a
pan.
My dinner consisted of
a quesadilla sliver,
Some watery sweet tea,
a mushy chunk
of liver;
some fishy-smelling
sushi,
pizza crust
(that’s burnt),
milk with
cookies in it,
and an orange
(that’s turnt.)
My children young?
No, I say;
teenagers
worse eaters
than babies
any day.
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