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Where are we going, Lord?
The world seems to grow worse day by day.
It's as though we all lost touch with your loving hands.
Father, forgive us, the errant family of man!
Hate, like a worm in a fresh apple, infects our planet, all!
Political dishonesty, by leaders who change what you taught?
By disease, hopeless fish, we, in a media net we are caught.
The good are crucified for doing good and telling the truth.
I feel like we no longer live on your once truthful earth.
But we live in Satan's dark and dark, diversionary boot.
The media has become Satan's killing thighs.
Non- stop lying, by his devilish minions who publish their views,
"as news", such ignominious, bald-face lies!
You. Poet, don't know who they are you say?
Just open your ears, they specialize in vile hate each day!
Nothing positive, just messengers of negative, with which they
play.
Turn all these haters off, before we destroy one another!
Forgive us, Lord, your creations, we forgot we are all sisters
and brothers!
Remind us to not lie, cheat, or hurt one another.
Let the glorious sunshine of truth shine again.
I beg all poets..........do not destroy, but show in our writings,
how to pen truth and joy.
Amen!!!!
1-6-2021
6:30am PST
Facing the crowd where you stand alone
gleaming and making a history of your name.
As people’s whispers turn to noise shouting
priceless admiration of your fame.
All eyes are grinning watching at you.
Must be a masterpiece that I always want to do.
Then you sit on a rainbow couch speaking
the depth of color of your feat
It was a wonderful story that keeps
us kick on our bare feet.
The smiling approbation of mob infects
everybody’s mood swings,
As they start to ask how your story
of success made its first wing.
Every word coming from a gift of gab
making a magic that blows people’s minds.
Everything is worthwhile.
Will always live in everyone’s mind.
As I watch you grow from the day
when we live with the innocence of youth
Till finally getting the role of being a star
Realize that your triumph takes you so far.
The scars in your eyes were hunger
of your yesterday’s ultimate dream.
I am proud that I’m part of that journey
Sailing with storms at seas and
walking amidst of undying sting under the sun.
It was all worth seeing you grow
From nobody to someone.
Making all your dreams do come true.
Blanketed in darkness, despite the morning skies
A dull flicker of memory rears behind tired eyes
Images seem blurry, pathetic and astray
But slowly gain momentum, then unite clear as day
A rush of sour emotion, the solitude infects
The thought of you so out of reach quakes beneath my chest
And for one selfish moment I let sadness kidnap me
I cry for all we never had and what will never be
Surrender to my craving, let a wave of aching in
Let my heart lie broken, let desolation sting
I cry until the tears run dry, my body breaks the fever
And try to face another day while you're lost in the ether
I drive the night because of open road.
My retreads are sounding strong.
Hauling cars up from New Orleans
Where I'm not sure that I belonged.
Traded whiskey for a woman
At a bar in Abilene.
Then the pedal down up to Portland town
Helped along by methadrine.
There’s a lady there in Stumptown
She dances on the pole
Makes her pay in dollar bills
She's never ever home
Daylight fades and night descends
Men come, await their fate.
She sucks them dry and infects their soul,
Relights her lamp and waits…
She goes to church on Sunday.
Always comes in late.
She says a prayer, she sheds a tear,
puts food stamps in the plate.
Dropped my load down at the docks
there's a motel by the sea.
Homebase for my Peterbilt
That's parked out by the tree
Called her up, the kids are home.
I hear them laughining on the phone.
Grandma says she"s not around,
But she'll tell her I'm in town.
“Yea. tell her I'm in town again
And kiss the kids for me,
Gotta leave on Tuesday”.
Hung up and fell asleep.
The phone rang in the morning.
The call was short and sweet.
She had some things she had to do,
Didn’t think that we could meet.
Fueling up, the fog horns moan.
Red pills to feed the beast.
A woman left back in the fog.
A white line headed east.
Look at my life
Some say I've sinned.
My dreams were blown away
By the cruel ...
Highway Wind.
2.
To be alive is to dance with danger.
Both hands off the wheel,
We fly down the icy plane of existence
Trusting our belief in a Right Order of Things
To shield us from the chaos,
The chaos that waits like a hungry beast
Just off the dim edges of waking life.
There is a poison which infects us,
Running through the deep channels of our minds,
Corroding our sense of self-control,
Rubbing raw the frayed edges of our common senses
Making us crave the deadly clarity of the irrational act,
Breeding a lust for the fearful appeal
That lies smiling in the hidden heart of brutality.
He comes out of his home early that morning,
His fiancee' stepping brightly beside him.
They climbed into their truck together
Warming one another with new lovers' looks
In the snapping cold November air.
When they felt themselves readied for another suburban day,
They began backing out,
Never noting the Hatchback's approach.
So, with a little jar and a little crunch,
Their vehicles met in a tiny collision.
Minor damages produced,
Enough for annoyance, no cause for hardship.
He got out to meet the other driver,
Prepared to dispatch with this unfortunate delay
Then move on with the day.
He saw the other driver walking towards him,
Then saw the gun.
In the space of one flashing moment
Another life met its abrupt end.
Without a word, the stranger lifted his gun
And emptied a full clip into his target.
9mm slugs opened round tunnels
In the stunned body standing before him,
Blood rained brightly, roses on new snow.
After the limp form of the newly dead fell,
The killer walked back to his truck
Brought out a fresh clip,
To calmly use it up on the body
That danced under the impacts,
A briefly animated corpse upon the tarmac.
As these things transpired the woman,
The would've-been wife of the bleeding ruin
Screamed in the cab; she screamed and screamed
Like a bird in pain,
Face a vision of horror.
That horror broke itself for a fleeting moment,
Long enough to let panic flood in
The would-be wife took off then,
In aimless, agonized flight.
The killer roamed free for days.
The ashes of your ghost still roam within a sea of roses.
Breathing you in, I try to reach through the veils,
yet to no avail.
The bitter emptiness is all I can feel.
The Fates keep taunting, teasing~
in the dead of night, your voice still lingers,
preventing slumber from taking hold.
The ticking of clocks infects my broken psyche,
hallucinations tangle me within what used to be our sheets.
Breathing in your scent, exhaling demons~
without you, the devil whispers.
Temptation takes hold,
fire flows through transforming veins.
Lilith’s fury poisons any humanity that was left.
Levitating from the bed, rebirth is at hand.
Cutting into my chest,
the heart becomes the heartless.
Electricity pulses beneath rippling flesh,
destruction now at my fingertips.
Grief begets hate.
Now watch as the world burns,
as I become my own martyr.
With selfishness that had rotted my soul
Along foul stench of decay-causing pride
Succumbing to shame midst grievous defeat
For Christ’s blessed pardon, I humbly cried.
Midst unconfessed iniquities, heart fails
As vows toward holy striving lose might
Cognizant of transgressions’ stinking molds
I seek the Saviour’s light to do what’s right.
Admitting my own human nature flaws
Exposing debilities and defects
I beseech God for sanctifying grace
To be cleansed from every sin that infects.
Grateful to the Lord’s preserving* mercy
My spirit persists to fight decay signs
Anchored by His ever-enduring strength
In exuding sweet smell by truth guidelines.
*2Timothy 4:18 And the Lord shall deliver me from every evil work, and will preserve me unto his heavenly kingdom: to whom be glory for ever and ever. Amen.
September 26, 2020
4th place, "Writing Challenge - Decay-Quatrain Form" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 9/29/2020.
Cotton Bootie Enlistment
by Odin Roark
How innocent the booties of birth
If only their cast remembrance
Might remain but nostalgia
Instead
Their bronze symbolism
Merely encases a once simple smile
A semblance of purity
Lost ever so soon
History
Like a voracious virus
Infects this childlike innocence
Creates its own immunity
Thrusting virulent audacity
Minimizing one’s virtuous cotton footwear
Naively seeking only durability
A faux synthetic
Or tanned leather
Yet
The species remains bent to create
The next test-tube imperviousness
Minimizing rugged soles of
Arabian oil based rubber
But yesterday’s chapter
High tech miracles
Deliver
Gripping
Climbing
Running
Advancing
Attacking
Conquering
Foot cover impervious
Yet never forgetting such simple beginnings
Ultimately
The acrid smoke
Merging into our heated global atmosphere
Further heats subjugation's resolve
Only the last chapter of earth’s historical tome remains
Postlude
The vortex of history’s repeated resting places
Where roadside bombs facilitate
Body bags of findable parts
Where calloused bare feet of refugees fleeing
Know only purity never lost
Even Salvation Army’s handout footwear
Good for the tucked fetal position
Beneath homeless cardboard shelters
Remembers the booties of birth
Somewhere along the line
Leaden boots seemingly rendering freedom
Remain beholden to the heel and toe of control
Where dominance patiently waits
Try as we may
Weighty footprints
Foretell the future
From birth to death
Their ponderous reality
Remains often guised
But forever remaining
The ever threatening
Leaden boots of tomorrow’s
Cotton bootie enlistment
In a city, today at 11:am in a nearby town,
An elementary student took his own life down.
In sorrow and anger I do murmur and walk.
Children do not die of Covid, such b.s. talk.
The Unions just want more cash for teachers.
Children have falling grades, stop saying school
on a screen is at all sane!
The Union can pay for his final expenses.
He's not the first to do this.
Suicide is no way to go.
Kids need one another not a teacher's face on a screen.
Politicians should fund all suicides.
Lockdowns driving people out of their minds.
Who wants to live like an animal caged?
My heart weeps crimson tears. He was my grandsons's age.
This fills my heart with rage and hot tears.
But you and I know lockdowns will expand,
As socialism infects this great land!
What good is poetry, as children and adults end their lives.
Lockdowns will kill yet more.
Unless we stop hiding behind our doors!
We all need human contact and parents cannot take the place
of peers.
Our governors, with their fat heads up their rears.
CNN lies with death count fears?
Pray for his mother...no son this Christmas or any other.
No Birthday, no Mother's Day.
To Covid nonsense, he eternally....pays,
The moon sheds tears of lost young blood tonight.
May it cause us all a sleepless and restless night.
12/2/2020
6pm PST
Form:
I am injured. And I am alone. Your mask falls & hits the floor like shattering glass. But this is not the first time your beautiful reflection has deceived me, no. I've lost count of the number of times that you've watched me throw my self to the floor and desperately try to put the pieces back together.
And you've let me. You've let me cut myself with those pieces as I struggle to recreate the 'love' that I have lost. And as you watch me place the last shard into its place, you thank me for loving and forgiving you, and place it, to again, cover your face. You know it's what I want to see. You know it's what I need. So you wear it again until the truth seeps in and infects me. Until cries echo and rattle the mask to the floor once more. I cant be mad that you don't want to keep it on all the time. I'm sure it's terribly uncomfortable.
I'm not sure why It's so natural for the people I love to hurt me. But it's obvious what the common factor is. I'm not sure where my obsession with masks came from. I just love to see the artistry I guess.