Leather bound thoughts, tied on pages,
whispering to me of each day's beginnings
This sheet peels heart's despair
Creeping on bondage of words not spoken
that in the light, a yearning arises
Spilling yarns knitted but unraveled-
Time's remembrances awaken and heave
Soaking memories on the earmarks of carbon
To learn that passages with bleeding lines
Never open to rage of night
Restrained, I stitch the rims that tear apart
And recite the songs beyond the grey sky.
Volcanic Eruption Of The Soul
Today, choose according to your conscience
If there is no choice
Choose according to a thick envelope
Two fingers for welcoming heart
To keep the spirit collectively intact
Though sometimes late to thanks God
Helping people can be a heart warming
To alleviate loneliness and suffering
Good news tickles every ears
Good deeds is everyone's happiness.
Pegasus in jubilation
Earmarks it’s own constellation
The unique winged horse from heaven
Statue at Salzburg, earth haven
No wonder, son of Poseidon
06-October-2021
A Notable Horse Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Robert James Liguori
My brows, unwittingly.
It had all the earmarks of being light.
An evildoer made of white.
I'll reply by chance that he calls.
For my deep heart scares.
Alike he was joined by a sidekick.
Furthermore, replied the phone.
I'm a tremendous fire fan.
Her fuming shouting was thundering.
I'm a chump for cheeks.
It isn't easy.
What has happened to the cores?
Except for my skeleton.
As though the mountains had infringed.
My heart was shattered.
Written: September 8, 2021
Coffee Shop Casting Calls
Lookin’ at…and then away…
Looks at the coffee shop
Stealing glances,
Making judgements
creating scenarios
Every day
A sip of coffee
A quick look about
A quick appraisal
A quick casting call
Actors in place
And the play begins
The lady in blue
sitting next to you
Ex-trapeze artist for sure
The man in the corner
Back to the wall
Has all the earmarks
Of a hitman...waiting
And that silver haired lady
sipping her hazelnut latte
Is there a bodyguard waiting
by an idling Rolls outside
And that shifty-eyed guy
nibbling on a sugar cookie
Is he the trapeze artist’s
stalker...or ex-husband
Damn! just as I started to call out
Places everyone...The play is begun
I run out of my refilled senior coffee
And `rise reluctantly..to leave
Exiting with everyone
Stealing furtive glances at me
Looking at me
Then quickly away
The drafting on of renaissance curtail
earmarks of goodly fortune, so avail
the breeding of contentment, this rest's hail
imbibes my soul's delivery with assail!
To caulk the artworks beauty, cover stale
in moment's grand assumption, empty, fail!
Consign my emptiness, this cross exhale
this masking of my enmity . . . not jail!
That looking up to fairness, merely wail
it is the struggles loss, I feel as ail,
that competitions toss, no matters nail
it were the season's gloss, not light to scale!
Life worth the moments leaving, not in braille
but focused earthly, counterpart eye's shale.
The washing of my eye, God split the rail,
and sanctify my enemies' worse trail!
THE DEATH PENALTY ~ Voted back in Nebraska. LB268 AGAINST passed last year, was repealed this November 8th, 2016! REWATCH "DEAD MAN WALKING" 1995, Sean Penn, Susan Sarandon! Sister Helen Prejean On forgiveness! "COMMENT: "WHY DO WE KILL PEOPLE, TO TEACH PEOPLE THAT KILLING PEOPLE IS WRONG!"
Moment of truth, when you know
that's how it is, not just so/so,
the farmer, laden with his cares
translucent, like a foreman's stare
His grain bin, old, closed, now for rent
the corn, piled up in increments
is shipped out pronto, never lent
to one another ~ shortage bent!
A coffee shop ~ set up to go
they just discuss ~ their moments slow.
What is the jeopardy, who knows
it's corn to gas tank ~ "ethanol!"
No cattle ~ earmarks ~ rodeo
just hire the singers ~ tattoos blow
how macho ~ loud ~ music, oh no!
just hire ~ showmen, we're too slow!
We've gone too rusty ~ get up/go
not necessary, meet at Lo's- (Lola's)
and grasp our plenty ~ hey wait, whoa!
our taxes entry ~ still implode!
Who said we had to ~ mandates stow
those contracts burn ~ we're in the hole,
that ethanol plant, pulls more & more,
and price of gas ~ it still stinks so!
We've just been had ~ corporate scroll,
our Constitution . . . . . needs console!
Pages slowly browned
Earmarks make the difference
Judge me not my cover
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