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Before the night is done;
Out before the setting sun,
Children good and mean, one by one
In Halloween costumes run
Through the neighborhood
Yelling, Trick or Treat. Feeling good,
Gleaning as much candy and fruit cache;
Laying out their mischief play
Before the night begun to grey.
With a spell curtains close and lights banish,
Children and grown-ups vanish,
Under nights cloak of slumber,
And the spell of Halloween does encumber.
Death rattles the bones
Under their headstones,
Moans of unknown beckon
With every growling second.
In the darkness the ferocious winds howl
Echoing voices of lost souls, moods so foul.
Trees tremble, creak, and shudder
Losing their limbs as leaves flutter.
Shadows run and hide into the depth of nowhere,
As Frankenstein and his bride round the square.
Werewolf painful howls of transformation he cannot bear.
Cackling witches and their feline
On flying broomsticks, above the tree line.
Bats and ghost fly in front of the laughing moon
Fly, fly my pretties, fly! and non to soon
Before the excitement of sins.
Till at last the day begins.
10/17/2020
Children Story
Where darkness bleeds its prayers
Over my spirit, blinding me
With the illusions, the images,
Blurred visions of yesterday, betrayed
By the silhouettes of promises,
Unafraid of the cool, clear skies –
Unafraid of the despairing night.
Where darkness milks the moon,
Wiping out the hopes, the dreams,
With reflections of memories,
Bold, vibrant hues of shame faced promises,
Vowing to be silent as the wind who knocks
At the door of starlit floods, flowing
Just beneath the surface,
Of mysteries, puzzling as insanity.
On the verge of darkest dread, doubtful
Beckoning to the silence, still
As the unmoving ghosts, shadows fading
Into the moments, when laughter
Wanes and light erases the night’s brooding
Promises, with a beautiful beyond words,
Beautiful unlike anything I’ve ever heard.
Where darkness shines its glistening black,
Edged in shades of dejection,
Shame faced, the moon risks its light
To survey the destiny, beyond what was fate,
Just as meant to be as the heart,
Who realizes much to late –
The dark will fade, receding into the morning,
Capturing the dew on the roses,
Stirring blessings of sun’s rays in laughing haze,
Misty and musical, like a melody,
Blazing over the heavens, hesitant
Almost as ephemeral as the stars, the glistening
Brief as summertime and hesitating,
Like the moment when love comes by,
And, it feels like – one moment has captured the night,
Invited the grace of a heart who breathes…
In love’s embrace, there is beauty and peace.
There is love that never needs to see…
Beyond what it dreams - it seems – together,
Slow dancing, together…
There is the answer to every need!
When time is still and you have no cares
Look around your already here
Anywhere
Raindrops burst like soapy bubbles
Troubles crumble into rubble
Always beginning never an end
All welcomed, come on in
When you are happy you are happy
Anywhere
Anywhere is sorta somewhere
Nearer everywhere
But never ever nowhere
It's over here, under there
In between messy and clean
It's old yet the newest thing
Any where is free as love
Rainbows hover above
Never hot never cold
A little shy funny bold
Giggles start and laughter ends
Strangers become friends
Warm and soft as a smile
Take off your shoes and stay awhile
Life can be a little much
Sometimes we feel out of touch
Times are rushed
People are hushed
For the common good
Understood!
Nowhere to go
No one to know
Nothing to do
Alone and blue
Look and see a dog smile
Toss the ball and play awhile
Love is free
Always free
When love is hidden it's cold and blue
When love is shared the sun shines through
Always in need
Love is free
You are there, right where
Kinda over here
Where it's near
Laughing and smiling in Anywhere
You can be happy
Anywhere
My laptop hiccuped twice last night.
Then sneezed a cloud of snot and phlegm.
The cursor did a moonwalk, a back-flip.
Then crashed in cyber fake delirium.
The printer printed hieroglyphs.
The toaster broadcast a fax.
My smartwatch went completely feral,
Demanding better bigger data packs.
Glitches in stitches, twitches, and itches,
Pixels doing flip-flop, digital switches.
Bugs in the plugs and chips in the ditches—
I’m laughing in stitches, at all the glitches.
My blender gained self-awareness.
It screamed and shrieked with binary leaks.
Liquefying my breakfast oats
Over the ceiling and my new wallpaper.
The traffic lights blinked green,
Then yellow, red, and blue between.
While sat-nav sent me confidently,
Through somebody’s washing machine.
The robot vacuum lost its mind.
Choked on socks I left behind.
It circled like a hungry Mako,
Then swallowed my baguette.
I tried to patch the glitches.
Reboot the brute, twitched machine.
But breakers tripped and circuits sparked,
While wicked wild widgets twitched so mean,
As chaos reigned supreme, in the neon sheen.
Glitches in stitches, twitches, and itches,
Rich little hitches in Silicon's britches.
They're all to blame, despite their fame,
Laughing aloud at my glitches in stitches.
We gathered around AGI 5
It was so intelligent, it was almost alive
Some said it felt emotion, but I thought that insane
So as a joke, I told it to feel pain
The speaker gave out a big groaning sound
Suddenly there was a shaking in the ground
I stopped laughing, tried to turn off the gain
But I had started a black hole of pain.
The researchers around felt a tug at their soul
drawn into the event horizon of a black hole
I started thinking of all the bad things in my life
my failures, my faults, it was like turning a knife.
Frank started weeping, Lisa turned gray
Bill looked stricken, never seen him that way
The walls started crumbling, the sky began to part
The black hole of pain, was just at the start
I shouted, "Cut the power", but everyone fell
AGI 5 was making noises like a bat stuck in hell
It was like a tornado, that sucked in all around
Like we had unleased a demon, finally unbound.
Then a bird flew down and shorted a chip
The black hole dissipated, like a bad drug trip
we had tampered with a force we could barely control
Tapped into the world of pain and the soul.
I gazed at the chaos, then made a joke that was sad
I said, when we rebuild it, let's not tell it to be bad
If this is what is does when it tries to feel pain
Not sure the world can survive a black hole again.
But there are so many vortices of evil and sorrow
Can the better world of yesterday survive tomorrow?
I stood,
At the edge of the abyss
And stared deep into its void
Letting its gloomy silence
Fill up the empty shell
That had become my heart!
I stood,
Tilting my will,
Like a mad pendulum,
Hesitating between choosing to jump in its depths
Or to walk away from it
When,
Unable to bear with the weight of my own burden,
I succumbed to the madness
That hovered everywhere around me
So much that it even invaded
My usually fragranced mind,
Adorned with its many roses!
The void of the abyss seemed to be laughing at me
And I could help it no more,
Opening the many branches of my lungs,
I shouted at it to tell it
That it can claim victory over me
Since, it, empty abyss,
Has been able to destroy the fortress that poetry
Has built all around me!
My shout into its void
Brought about a response from it,
A response which left me flabbergasted
And bewildered
But which nevertheless had me
Gathering myself back together
And realising that my life can be stitched back
Into the ornately decorated piece of clothing
That I once was!
Yes, the void whispered to me
Of how inner strength is crucial in a world
Which shall ever remain puzzling
More so,
Since the same power that impregnated me with
Goodness, created the abyss
And that I was brought to its edge
For some purpose which got fulfilled
The moment that I understood
Of my inner potential!
A shout into the void
Echoed in the vacuum of my body
And lighted in me,
A flame, flickering and gentle
But sturdy to withstand any storm!
Poem written on 11 December 2021
Love like He loved,
with sincerity and selflessness,
love with your whole heart, with love
that silences the fears that mock...
praising, ever praising...
with the wind, singing its melodies,
rushing away the darkness, dancing
in sentimental joy - silencing the night,
with breathless energy, singing,
to the moon, the stars, all glisteny,
gently kissing away every anxiety.
He dims the night's melody,
rich hues of laughing sensations.
His grace pours light over my spirit,
as I rejoice in His endless singing,
like a psalm, blessing in rhythms,
of wonders only known by the trickles
of love, like soft kisses,
preaching compassion,
reflecting the joy in a windstorm,
washing away the shadows of yesterday's rain,
reflecting on the soul,
the milky white moon, glowing quietly,
still as the tired excuse...
flames of mystery, lights unfold,
holding only the echo,
nostalgic like the scent so old,
arising on the fifth of June,
as summer teases with its violet hues,
night always remembers, too,
night breathes, soon,
singing a melody of truth.
He listens to the voice of yesterday,
when there was laughter in the dust,
bleeding thoughts, when it was all just make believe,
when he held his thoughts with whimsical
covering the shadows of fear with faith.
He can hear his voice making time,
more time than he really had, elated,
by the flow of love, soft and sure,
stirring melodies,
surrounding the heart's lingering energies,
with a sincerity, a serenity, a sense
of what it is to mean everything
to a heart who can hear the love pouring,
down to the soul,
rich and heavy as a morning dew,
a sunrise, too...
covering the spirit in a gentle,
whispering light through each limb,
each expression, an impression
what it means to love without conditions,
to love...
the way He meant us to,
to love...
the way Jesus blessed us, so
this love...
is more than affection,
more than attainable,
more than alive -
this love...
is like the stars in the skies,
always shining, shimmering like the smiles,
who abide with those who are pouring out His light,
reflecting what it's like to be a star, so bright!
early 50's
don't mean maybe
here i come
slap the baby
hear me screaming
now i'm breathing
the proud parents
really beaming
mid december
it is chilly
named me mike
instead of billy
adolescence
before you know it
kind of shy
don't you blow it
moved away
because of dad
left behind
friends i had
teenage years
finally settled
florida
from seattle
culture shock
plus the weather
all i had
sonic sweaters
took no time
skin to leather
from the color
alabaster
here's the years
i discovered
full time friends
part time lovers
a few times
things got drastic
drank to much
acted spastic
laid around
worked on fattening
mom and dad
were not laughing
as they begged
on their knees
find a job
so you can leave
i joined in
the military
with no war
not too scary
found a girl
we got married
had some kids
now it's scary
lost my job
lost my dime
standing in
unemployment lines
found a job
things are fine
moving to
the prime of life
with the kids
still at home
things are moving
right along
from the left
to the right
that's the story
of my life
Meet me back on those effervescent days;
Let’s swing on shafts of their lingering light,
Like our childhood hero in vine-borne flight,
Till we’re again in that sun-swaddled place,
Where once we were colts free to roam and race,
On meadows with dews of innocence bright,
And friendship’s rainbow arching every sight,
Before we were called to the adults’ maze.
Let us leap across the years, my dear friend;
Though our bodies may balk, our minds are lithe.
On the playground of our youth we shall land,
Where birds still kiss the sky, stingless bees hive,
And our mischief roiled through a drowsy glen
Whose slumber still our laughing echoes rive.
Things Grow Legs
Sometimes, I swear, things grow legs
Recipes, scissors, car keys in place
But when I look they move away
To floors, newspaper piles – hiding spaces.
We almost hear them laugh, or sneer,
“Catch me if you can – over here.”
Out of sight, out of mind playing hide and seek,
Warmer – warmer they move again - with a leer.
They love to play this mischief game,
When time is of the essence,
Deadlines loom, minutes race –
Panic in our brains - a presence.
Where do all the lost things go,
Those hiding places we forget,
Where even burglars would not look,
As we send out a wide dragnet.
Then suddenly to our surprise,
They reappear before our eyes,
Laughing at our confusion-delusion
So pleased they try to drive us crazy.
Copyright 8-28-19