Born Again
David J Walker
Ok,
He created the world in 6 days
And then rested,
Which I am sure He needed
After such a task
But I am not Him
My gestation took 18 years to complete
18 years, 208 days when My birth began and
Delivered 8 weeks later
All mean and green and fearless
basically hairless
ready to kill or die
Ok,
That 6 days might have been 6 million
Or maybe 4 billion
I don’t really know
All I needed to know
I learned in the 8 weeks
Before I was born again
Poetic Gestation
Opinions of others can cause a poet’s heart to ache.
Those feelings are very real, don’t ever think they’re fake.
Encapsulate your heart and always write for thee.
Bring forth your fire and passion, then let your pen run free.
Don’t ever rate your value, on someone else’s taste.
To do so would be wrong, your work is not a waste.
There is no point of view worth tearing yourself apart.
Just focus on your talent and be master of your art.
I do not have a degree, that tells me what’s wrong or right.
I have no dissertation, on what I think others should write.
But what I have is this, a mind that controls my fate.
I’ll wait for my poetic gestation; don’t take it from my plate.
Contempt will always be found, in every morning breeze.
Always follow your heart and see the forest for the trees.
Try to channel your thoughts, unbeknownst of the spring.
Judge not my words, but the message that I bring.
4/22/2021
Writing Prompt – Ache – Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
waking at 2:43
this morning maybe
that's when it happened
nine months after
a new year's party
blow out
now
breathe in
and push out
we can see his
head with
an all ready
receding hair line
now
fifty nine years
later looking
back at that
extra weight
i added
to this
date as
dearly be
loved we
nervously
exchanged
earrings as
they popped
champagne
celebrating
now
it changed from
dearly beloved
i do and i did
but what i'd done
for what said
in jest has
now
an anniversary
of two births and
remembrance of
what would
become a
future
death
Cold, a killing cold
is the best defense against aliens.
And viruses, bacteria are our friends.
Perfect rest, perfect motion.
Another autumn, another election.
So aimless and sublime.
Back and forth, forth and back.
Rock and roll, spoon and bowl.
Jove is so damn jovial!
Summer morning, rabbit in my garden.
Let it be or send a warning.
Let the rabbit eat my peas.
When a coffin starts walking and talking
and directing traffic—when there's a dragon
in your supermarket aisle—
Few things are more infuriating
than being addressed as Sir
when police threaten or use force.
Your call is important to us
repeated repeatedly while bad music
distracts from the first snowfall or blackbird calling.
God bless America gets me, too
and Thank you for your service
We’re sorry for your loss—the less said the better.
A blank page, mirror of my day—time unopened.
A lightning strike so loud
I rolled out of bed and praised the lord.
Anyone from LA to New York
knows babies are not brought by the stork.
It takes nine months gestation
for a new generation.
Didn’t you learn that in school you dork?
Gestation was in jest,
she was enamoured,
and fell down to rest,
he fell along,
laughed and cried,
she was waiting till he opened and pried,
they were both lazy,
and acted in rough and hazy,
now she was in gestation,
and quite happy,
of the belly that was growing zappy,
it was fun,
and she looked forward to next run.
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