Best Squinting Poems
I squint just right
And capture a memory almost forgotten
Jars of fruit and honey fresh from hives
Filling shelves in old smokehouse
Home-made butter and molasses
In her kitchen
Waiting to smother
Biscuits warming
On black cast iron wood-stove
Boxes of buttons
An old cameo
Split wood in corner
Old sleepy dog on porch
The house on the hill
Where Mom's Granny rocked
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you have a mind
that's it
which in itself is victory
scant though it may be
your mileage may vary
on this floating grain of sand
he prayed over and over
be far away be far far away
at least he was smart enough to know
what an idiot at prayer he was
not exactly a random sampling
but life is a subjective objective combo dish
try not to make your singular and perpetual
problems into my singular etc.
since I am a frail hemopheliac
pursued by jackals and hyenas
tracking blood up the stairway
for not acting in a timely manner
but the fact is that the late blossoms
are deeper hued longer and wider too
and that's not a purposeful misnomer
may God part my ass to his ways
if I am shown to be in error
but times change and the irrelevant
eventually sinks noiselessly
into the sea but not just any sea
the exceedingly stormy Sea of Similar
yes some things are similar to others
and that's the mother of all cans of worms
it's a matter of screen resolution
which some may find nauseating
the engineers of Armageddon for example
as the weight of their wagers
crushes your spine and unleashes dragons
whose timely and public pillorying
would greatly benefit a humanity
that screams power to the feeble
hoping that the Universe is a great ******
I used to be a moving target
but now I'm a sitting duck
well not sitting per se
more a catatonic shuffle
that served to confound and confabulate
by who or for what purpose
remains to be investigated
by who or for what purpose
lies beyond my rank and armor
well not sitting per se
more a streak on the horizon
because we need to know the future
because the earthly love rocket
will get us there eventually
now there's a universal
even among the aimless
From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon
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On a momentary sliver of hope,
in the vacuum of a desolate night,
she appears,
in a blazing instant,
a dream perhaps,
a wishful, comforting apparition,
yet she appears.
…
Her breath is warm,
her touch light,
her laughter tender.
She takes my hand,
I hold on,
clinging to the vision,
and,
though she is long gone,
I live the lie, in moments here and there,
and as she blows me her farewell kiss,
I live the lie, I smile,
squinting to focus,
to embrace, to hold on,
to a transient moment,
of long lost bliss
The time between meals
Keeps shrinking.
That's because time is relative,
And we move relatively slower
As we age.
What are we to make of that?
What lesson? What wisdom?
We are waiting for our star,
Our celestial friend,
To climb.
And as it does
The snowbanks of winter
Will be melted,
And we will bask in sunlight,
That ray of summer.
It has been a long winter.
Our bones are tired;
Our skin is cold.
Now, as spring approaches,
Time seems less an enemy.
And hunger,
Not so empty.
Squinting to yet retain
Not just of it what outlines
As fruit's in tree's sight.
Are we not the more transfixed
In a fading light?
Inferred, my inner eye!
Whilst is as blurry figured
This sweet memory.
Yes, that stilly obsessed! Yes
This hour, life's, dusky.