Some Fourth Poetry

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THE ALL AMERICAN KID FROM NYC

 

A New York City Fourth

before sticky notes
baseball cards and wacky packs
covered my eyes
brown wrappers
concealing the evil parts
born on magazine racks
a New York City Fourth

bottle rockets and bricks
beer and Southern Comfort
cover the park at sunset
bright eyed youth
captivated extra curricular education
browsing puppy love
a Bronx New York Fourth

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Welcome Home

friendly bones have left me now
the slightest movement cringes
manila folders filled with blood
mount for their final charges
this circus war in hospitals
a comedy of strangers
all hail the ones dressed in white
while we face all the danger
muscles fail, my body flails
writing the final pages
a corporate sung epitaph
dependent on your wages
mebx

[ stepping out through the bark of my dwelling ]

stepping out through the bark of my dwelling
a brief glance above the sky bellows deeply
distant stars strain through the black night misty
in darkness an echo sparking my soulishness
contrasting my manish ways nature exhales lightly
blowing the awful scent of my frailness westerly
out toward the rising pyre fiery which is mankind

Afternoon Poetry for Memorial Day 2017

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Have not been feeling well for a few weeks, here are a few to catch you up…. peace!

 

 

 

on the mantel I found your note

on the mantel I found your note
sitting, I read it by the fires light
drowning in the words you speak
arms flailing at ears flash pierced
woven inside I tasted the strings
stuck to the web of a silky trap
sniffing at branches in the dark
sprung loose cracking my teeth
die rolled lost in the floor boards
smoke or a vapor up the chimney
waking in the dark coffee chimes
drifting shale scents over fences
whiteness grows in sight reflected
blown ashes the glowing doth fade

There Is Only One Shade Of Black

cling hard the colors fading
under skin loosely hanging
hundreds of green sparks
showering the open garden
palettes of shades watering
the sky an ocean of blues
powdered hues cast subtly
of reds and yellows shining

distinctly separated bows
the horizon ever changing
glazing now these doughnuts
set in facial sockets aged
scents and sounds do reign
each note has it’s own ringing
yet as night settles here darkly
eclipsing the shadows dull light

in blindness I discover harshly
there is only one shade of black

perpetual the change that remains sweet

muffled giggles in blooming flowers
spark light the butterflies cool rise
yellows, oranges, and blacks scattered
in a blinking musical whirlwind ballet
lilies and crocuses spinning a melody
delicate antenna mimic a child’s wave
May shadows at noon disguise liquid
puddles skated smooth froze as ice
floral scents carried along spring winds
perpetual the change that remains sweet

[ in that barren, dark place ]

in that barren, dark place
only those who know, know
solitude commences loudly
enemies all who pass here
self the worst provocateur
humans scampering all earth
in a kaleidoscope of shadows
swords reach just shy a slice
but the echos of words ring on
swollen, a tribute to Vincent’s ear
they rattle the brain unconscious
oh how can loneliness be so busy

chasing rabbits breaking bones
a lie, a trap set, the fowler’s snare
sanity too high a price to chase now
looking through those looking through me
forgoten groceries laid at the doorstep
or the gas never pumped, the stares
the wind strikes without royal regard
while graveyards seem a quiet place
out beyond the bustling brainwaves
no you can’t feel it just a vapor passing
here though rides a desperate cowboy
breathing this dusty trail until it’s end

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Sunday Poems

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[ stop the crazy ]

stop the crazy
that’s all I want
when I think that
I am thinking
but I’m wrong
that’s all I want
but it’s too real
to convince myself
so I just think
and think
and it is hard
to go on like this
again
and again
but I must

[ Syrian homes piled among bodies ]

Syrian homes piled among bodies
destroyed from above and afar
a landscape painted in hues of tan
and blood on a canvas torn and soiled
left in heaps by the tourist’s bombs
poking their forces in other nations

here sovereignty’s meaning they
translate differently than at homes
they dwell in standing upright devoid
of the damage, guts, black, and red dealt
out swift in national interests unyielding
terrorism of the highest order, ordered

Snow Plowing the Classes

the plows move slowly
down this street
manicuring each spot
with a spit polish
stopping at houses
to greet the elites
eating hors d’oeuvres
and sipping
fine wines

just one town over
from the windows
of homes watching
parked cars
plowed in and covered
in the blink
of a middle class eye
two more hours
of shoveling appears

Psalm 17

 Hear the right, O Lord, attend unto my cry, give ear unto my prayer, that goeth not out of feigned lips.

Let my sentence come forth from thy presence; let thine eyes behold the things that are equal.

Thou hast proved mine heart; thou hast visited me in the night; thou hast tried me, and shalt find nothing; I am purposed that my mouth shall not transgress.

Concerning the works of men, by the word of thy lips I have kept me from the paths of the destroyer.

Hold up my goings in thy paths, that my footsteps slip not.

I have called upon thee, for thou wilt hear me, O God: incline thine ear unto me, and hear my speech.

Shew thy marvellous lovingkindness, O thou that savest by thy right hand them which put their trust in thee from those that rise up against them.

Keep me as the apple of the eye, hide me under the shadow of thy wings,

From the wicked that oppress me, from my deadly enemies, who compass me about.

10 They are inclosed in their own fat: with their mouth they speak proudly.

11 They have now compassed us in our steps: they have set their eyes bowing down to the earth;

12 Like as a lion that is greedy of his prey, and as it were a young lion lurking in secret places.

13 Arise, O Lord, disappoint him, cast him down: deliver my soul from the wicked, which is thy sword:

14 From men which are thy hand, O Lord, from men of the world, which have their portion in this life, and whose belly thou fillest with thy hid treasure: they are full of children, and leave the rest of their substance to their babes.

15 As for me, I will behold thy face in righteousness: I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with thy likeness.