dusty keyboards
I’ve heard the planet will overheat
and roasty-toasty carbonate us
- but what is that to me?
Let’s mock the low expectations of the world,
abiding as we can, taking what comforts we can now,
in this lusty winter - what purpose would cowering serve?
There’ll be spring renewals,
I’m willing to bet
ice in our martinis
and yet other playful summers.
It’s true. that someday, our busy keyboards will be dust
and all of our affections will lie in tombs
but worst case scenario
by natural and supernatural laws
- as sure as an infallible God looks earthward
- our souls will be lifted on heaven’s wings
.
.
Songs for this:
And when I die - Laura Nero
Jesus Walks - Kanye West
Somebody Bigger Than You and I - Elvis Presley
We’re absorbed
by the Saran-wrapped food,
the plastic cutlery,
tired brains monopolized
by the clutter of the meal tray,
numbed by hours of jiggling -
the carting of torpid bodies
through interminable distance,
wedged into
a restricted boredom.
Anesthetized – we fear nothing.
If the aircraft stalls,
if an engine fails
few will find the strength to panic,
we’ll keep decanting small bottles
of vin de table,
studiously apply hard butter
to soft buns.
As the aircraft plummets earthward
we’ll continue to struggle
with condiment sachets,
coffee creamers,
with small, molded cruets,
glad to be occupied
and totally blanked out
to what comes next -
or whatever.
Heaven leans earthward
to heart's open doorway
yin and yang entwine
from one, two were born—
in love's clasp they merge again
Breath builds the arch bridge
spirit rises, grace descends
phases kept waiting—
each breath in opens the mind
for the spirit to enter
Rain falls unbidden
as grace drops upon tilled soil
in homecoming joy
with the bliss of two, now one
rejoining with grace a pace!
Alluring Blessings Come Down Earthward, From God.
Heaven Intercedes Jubilant, Kindles Love-
Magnificent Nourishment, Obliterates pride.
Questing Radiant Souls Thirst Umpteen Virtues.
Wondrous Xavier Yahweh’s Zeal.
I can feel my tendons contort
The sickening crunch of bones breakage
The skin across my face pulling to a snout
My lips ripping apart as razored enamel
adorns a snap
Can’t stand
Beneath me legs bevel lowering me earthward
I can taste it’s iron on the back of my tongue
My stomach grimaces in tongues of twisters
Left need so far back
My ears ripping into points
Every rustle edible on the nights hum
My screams no longer have a trace of humanity
Snarling spits and swirls of froth
Just highlights in the slit eyed shape I must become
.
Some in the audience
shook their heads in
disbelief
whilst their entertainer
strutted 'long the stage
with the diaphanous
gown
Sum cheered
az
the performer
trickled the sheer
raiment
earthward
Several raced to the
exits
Scarcely any uv the
assembled recognized
who the artist wuz
'til
unto the stage
from twixt the
personage's legs
dropped
the box
uv
wheat'hes
orange roses grass
under wrap around blue sky
pretty as summer
blooms dusted with gold
and glittering all their lives
beckoning with scents
orange episode
of sweetest time's duration
earthward redbirds fall
green celebration
sunshine festival of joy
purple dragonflies
frosty frozen flakes
earthward bound...
a winter flurry
crystalline fragile flakes
squeaking loudly under my feet...
winter’s silence broken
ups down
downs up
sky sea
flipped
hour glass
times up
heels now
top heads
trees hang
by roots
mountains
dangle
smoke leaks
earthward
heaven's
under
above
is hell
over
is down
done is
brushed on
on the
up down
bat view
imbues
A fallow season,
a time of trivial hungers,
but also a term put away
within a stone breaking age.
It was a Wednesday,
a day with sorrow sewn into it
like a prison blanket.
Nevertheless, a scissoring sunlight
sheared his eyes open.
Petulant lips pursed
with a jejune ire.
He had laid himself down
dug himself earthward
covered himself over
with a bone deep hurt.
He thought:
must I be exhumed by this light?
This will be the death of me
once more.
Even then he was unlocked.
Light cut and snapped
the tangled hairs
of his grey despair,
swung him open
while a vaporous corpse
tumbled out.
No longer was the sun
a graveyard attendant
but a door,
and at its entrance
a corroded skeleton crumbled
into another pit
of death by light.
Rain
crashing
earthward that
night, I take the
freeway curve at too
risky a speed, on too
bald a tire. Traction gives out,
the car spins one revolution,
stopping safely between two offramps -
my guardian angel was there for me!
// this occurred 13 years ago today, on 11/11/07, and I have been
grateful ever since for the watchful eye of my guardian angel //
Chill shadow fall covering gray
Spark ember glow in the distance
Field reverberate muffled bray
Soft cool silk silent ambience
Earthward lonesome darken path lay
Veil on penchant earth's fluorescence
Two romantical waltz their way
Full laughter and lost innocence
Whereas a billion stars astray
Soft cool silk silent ambience
3/29/2020
We are monopolized
by the Saran-wrapped food,
the plastic cutlery;
absorbed by the clutter
of the crowded food tray.
Numbed by hours of jiggling,
the carting of torpid bodies
through interminable distance,
we’re wedged now into boredom.
Anesthetized – we fear nothing.
If the aircraft stalls,
few will scream.
We’ll keep decanting
small bottles of vin de table.
We must butter those buns.
As the aircraft plummets
earthward,
we’ll continue to struggle
with condiment sachets,
coffee creamers,
with small molded cruets.
Flight 93
by Michael R. Burch
I held the switch in trembling fingers, asked
why existence felt so small, so purposeless,
like a minnow wriggling feebly in my grasp ...
vibrations of huge engines thrummed my arms
as, glistening with sweat, I nudged the switch
to OFF ... I heard the klaxon's shrill alarms
like vultures’ shriekings ... earthward, in a stall ...
we floated ... earthward ... wings outstretched, aghast
like Icarus ... as through the void we fell ...
till nothing was so beautiful, so blue ...
so vivid as that moment ... and I held
an image of your face, and dreamed I flew
into your arms. The earth rushed up. I knew
such comfort, in that moment, loving you.
Published by The Lyric, The Eclectic Muse, Poetry Super Highway, Poetically Speaking, Poetic Ponderings, Poetry Exchange, Poetic Reflections, Dark Chamber, Poetry Loft, Papercheck, My Beautiful New York, Poetry Life & Times, Famous Poets and Poems, Inspirational Stories, Fullosia Press, 9-11 Heroes
As summer ends, fall's panoply unfolds
first frost uncovers autumn’s brilliant tone
of red, yellow, orange and antique gold.
Bright butterflies flit among flowers bold
asters white and yellow by nature sown
as summer ends, fall's panoply unfolds.
From host branches, leaves break at petiole
descending earthward by fickle wind thrown
to wrap the earth in red, yellow and gold.
With days growing short and nights growing cold
bare limbs of aspen and maple bemoan
summer’s end as fall's panoply unfolds.
Gaunt trees line the west ridge as north wind takes hold
sunset silhouettes each standing alone
neath red, yellow, orange and antique gold.
A murder of black crows gathers to scold
grey clouds looming, too soon snow will enthrone
as autumn ends, winter’s beauty unfolds
white snow and shadow conceal autumn’s gold.
10/7/2019
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