•January 24, 2009 •
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the dog is keening
fasting to lean
senses sharpened from
the smell of the field.
lifting her head
the movement slight
in the wavering light
and not noticed.
the man is scheming
fattening to ripe
senses blunted early
to the fetid furrows.
stamping his feet
the movement thudded
in the black earth mudded
with strange imprints.
the low whistle
brings her to stance
his compulsive call
while scanning his crop.
the rattle of the chain
propels him to watch
her offbeat gait,
her quickening heart.
he resigns to the task
her doe eyes reflecting
greens and yellows..
the ending contrasting.
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Tags: folklore...poetry...animal husbandry
•January 24, 2009 •
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Slashed across the page
commanding attention
secondhand information
salivates your ego
as you taste it,
savor and relish it,
feeding your desire
to see another fall..
so, you sit up straighter
lean in closer
to pick the bone clean
in ironic desperation
to swallow the bitters
of the comically tragic.
now, here you are
with your belly swollen..
digesting your sins
as they digest you.
Posted in Poetry
Tags: gossip...poetry...judging others...tabloids
•January 13, 2008 •
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I left with no words that would venture
all well tangled around my tongue,
and lodged solid in my throat.
Yet, I finally spit them out
with a nasty flair
to cut you deeply,
as was my intention.
However, it did not feel
like I thought it would,
there was no weight lifted.
I only self righteously
stained my teeth
and viled my mouth,
with careful planning.
Posted in Poetry
Tags: mistakes, poems, Poetry, regret
•January 10, 2008 •
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In rented rooms
they began late,
a lovers tryst
across the county line.
His observation
of alternating glances,
revealed intention
to the clerk.
They defined love
in fluid movements,
placing their guilt
on a bedside table.
Posted in Poetry
Tags: adultery, guilt, judgement, one night stand, poems, Poetry, sex, shame
•January 5, 2008 •
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Midnight icy demons howl
unleashed, a predator enslaved to prowl,
tearing through the black, black sky
blowing fiercely within the eye.
Across the field, the drifts I glimpse
as the white oak shudder in attempt,
the window pane begins to breathe
the screen transformed as if a sieve.
My hand moves up to clasp my throat
filled bittersweet as the storm provokes,
a pine tree snaps, a split jackknife
in rearranged environment so like my life.
Imagination rages in the prism of experience
heralded above,the night spews indifference,
I am as of stone, weighed to the spot
struggling to remember what I have forgot.
Entangled within is the message unknown
puzzling my soul, and then it is gone,
forever to be buried in ice laden snow,
and once begins thaw..I might never know.
Posted in Poetry
Tags: altered enviroment, poem, Poetry, retrospect
•January 4, 2008 •
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The pain continues,
an ebb and flow
it is what it is,
offering no escapes.
It arrives suddenly,
Then quickly departs.
So I remember,
that to live is to feel
and sometimes,
it feels like hell.
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Tags: blues, life, poems, Poetry
•January 2, 2008 •
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The box drones
with the daily news,
and progresses
through the
commercialism
of commercials,
and now that
I think of it, I must
have one of those
nifty slicer-dicer’s,
although I can’t eat
because I might
gain some weight,
and yes, I am feeling
tired, so I must get
some special vitamins
at Walmart, where
their rolling back prices,
and of course I’ll need some bling,
cha ching…
Keeping up with the Jones’
is the new american goal
the sure sign of sucess-
the accumulation of things,
and oil is an idol
that sacrifices the innocent
for naught in Iraq…yet
all we need is just
one more designer bag
to hold all our stuff,
so we close our doors,
to the unpleasantries
while we suckle propaganda
nevertheless,
we still tune in..
same bat time,
same bat channel,
slaves to the machine.
Posted in Poetry
Tags: materialism, poems, Poetry, propaganda, television
•December 31, 2007 •
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After months of roaming
you coolly breezed in,
refreshing the stale air
a shiny, smiling face
braving the unknown
with your new beginning,
and spirit full of hope
unaware of the subtle force
possessed by clannish folk
whose opinions formed
before they were born
with past generations,
and are rarely questioned.
But, oh how their sneers
stung.. when you thought
you really didn’t care
as they held on tightly,
clutching their malice
holding it to the light
so all could examine,
those syrupy tongued,
preening jackals
feeding on the remains
of your vulnerable soul,
and I turned a blind eye..
to my endless remorse.
Posted in Poetry
Tags: poems, Poetry, suicide