Saturday Poetry


Now Just A Jukebox Broke Melody

my eyes sagging along
they mark every song
engraved upon this soul
they live who I became
music was the word
remaining but fading
upon the chalkboard
when you left
and when I stayed
drowning in the night
peering trough windows
of bars and restaurants
we once knew secretly
together, now just a jukebox
broke melody, skipping
scratched on my tongue

When The Streetlights Blink

on faded white paint
the tip of Chuck Taylor’s
gripping cement push
to bend and extend
off finger tips rolling

looking down
the rusted backboard
calls the countdown

red, white, and blue
the ball swirls around
bent rim, it’s bumps
long flattened
seasons past

their departing
about that year
when the ABA
disappeared also

city sun floats down
being early mimicking
Appalachian valleys
sinking behind buildings
lone the dirty streetlamp blinks

a child’s nudge not to be late
most often understood lying
the interpretation taken lately
a game winning long shot

while that globe
in the darkness
searches a net
stuffed, hung on,
old as Methuselah

now two grey strings
remain to play along
waving to crowds
cheering on their feet

the once circular missile
leans a bit to the east
hanging a tightrope act
westerly next, sliding through
the buzzers sounds,…it’s good!


Momma Said It Best

I woke up this morning
the news was on my feed
found hatred won he day
funny thing to learn at 53
which ever side hates hate
it is still just hate,
the deceiver works both sides
wins again as we speak spikes
to drive deep within each other
words thrown as stones bruise
the flesh to the bone we all hurt
I’m not choosing sides ever again
I don’t want to hurt no one again
so now I just sit here in sorrow
singing these american blues
pain doesn’t breed hate, no
indifference to pain is it’s
incubator, and give birth it does
rapidly,, growing an avalanche
stopped only by words of love
inside acts of love and caring
left or right don’t give up the fight
but do it without words of hate
momma said it best
if you don’t have anything nice
to say about someone
don’t say anything at all
lets not talk about people
lets talk about hope
lets talk about good
lets talk about love




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