I look at my toes,
appendages on aging feet;
crusty nail on Hallux
masked with crimson red;
the others,
too disfigured, even for this disguise.
You placed your lips around it once; this toe
a while ago, too long ago;
before.
Your lipstick matched the color, I remember.
Faintly.
All ten grip the edge of the board;
though,
I barely see them, past the distention.
High above the pool, empty now, drained.
Ravens stabbing at some carrion
a putrid captive in a blue empty basin.
They won’t let go;
they will;
I have.
One last dive.
I was
magnificent!
We have come to the juncture
They are at the turnaround
Hey,
They are headed for Heaven
Yet, the others'
Are heaven bound
With no distention
They are lost to be found
They are looking for Eternal
Edification, which can only
Be found through the trust of God
- And -
To thy God, Ye' must
Submit or become like
The others'
Amidst' the bottomless pit
Gary Fields
Poet/Author
So, it is your Happy Birthday
- And -
Do you know exactly what
That means'
--------
Almost like a Human Secular
Devotion
Fore on this day
You have been chosen
A son of man by distention
A child of God
Pre-ordained
And made in his own image
----------
Today, you are born
With one soul to bare
Flesh in one body
- And -
A spirit to make you whole
Are we expected to call this
To be only human
Gary Fields
Poet/Author
Featured: "The Cross"
Xlibris pub. book #106627
Rev. (NOV2013)
Sparse lashes span aged lids,
framing an eye that catches light
like the clearest glass.
The softest liquid sheen - of tears?
But the eye stares blankly
without expression.
No crinkle of joy, no distention of fear,
yet the pupil dilates, eclipsing the iris.
Snuffing out the moon.
And there, the faintest reflection...
watching, waiting.
He stares down Death itself
with no sign of fear.
*Inspired by Escher's "Eye"
*********
So, it is your Happy Birthday
-And-
Do you know exactly what
That mean's
Almost like a Human Secular
Devotion
Fore on this day
You have been chosen
A son of man by distention'
A child of God
Preordained
And made in His own image
------
Today you are born
With one Soul to bare
Flesh in one Body
-And-
A Spirit to make you whole
Are we expected to call this
To be only human
GF
**********
You see
I am a monkey
Of distention, but
A monkey just the same
While hanging out
At the MONKEY YMCA
I am having profound thought's
---
Not to be truly centered
As a Monkey though
My life is pretty much
Obviously obtunded
Concerning these matter's
---
The World is a jungle
And I don't know who is
Coming to dinner
-Or-
If actually, I am dinner
Some time's
Some dumb alligator
Or snake or two
May come by
For a snack,
So, I must really stay active
----
If I don't stay active
Then my future
Is pretty much assured
----
If you put your mind
Into the head of a monkkey
Then, what can a Monkkey do
Meaning me......
WTM
So, it is your Happy Birthday
Do you know exactly what
That means'
Almost like a Humna Secular
Devotion fore on this day
You have been chosen
A son of man by distention
A child of God
Preordained
And made in his own image
Today you are born
With one Soul to bear
Flesh in one body
-And-
A Spirit to make you whole
Are we expected to call this
To be only human
GF
We have come to the juncture
We are at the turn-around
Hey, they are headed for Heaven'
Yet, the others'
Are Heaven bound
With no distention
They are lost to be found
And their Spirits'
And Souls' are lost to be found'
They are looking for eternal
Edification, which can only
Be found threw the
Trust of God
And to thy God, Ye must
Submit or become like
The others'
GF
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