Long Riverbeds Poems

When you were eight years old
waking to another perfect day's dawn
what potential did you discover
with your co-empathy integrity 
of left-deductive
with elder right inductive
communionations?

Who were you
as you stepped into morning's warm spring sun?

How were you one...

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Soundlessly ricochet to and fro
hither and yon
roundly bobbing within squarely donned
talking heads of psycho killers,
one pyromaniac burning 
down the crowded house
sparking magnificent conflagration
towering inferno emulating

caterwauling, kickstarting, ululating
(think) stray cats on a hot tin roof
nsync with...

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I go in search of an elusive Muse.

Her flight has left my vessels cracked and dry.

Shafts of moonlight bathing o’er savannah,

radiates no mist of magic in my mind,

where once we danced in step with wildest...

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Spring’s fading flowers
Worn down rocks on riverbeds
Trees losing their leaves

Is this growing old?
Is this what it is to age?
Not if you get there…

Spring’s perennials
The rivers water flowing
The trees budding leaves
 
The ones who fight age
Still...

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Today I have no counsel.
No mouthpiece carved from conscience,
no briefcase of softened truths,
no evidence to prove innocence.

Just me— the accused,
standing in the ribcage of a collapsing courtroom,
where the gavel echoes like a gunshot in a...

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The cold has fled this place, and wrapped in light
The world is once again so warm and bright.
The sky is blue and shattered are the walls
That kept the sun outside those wintry halls.
 
The winter’s...

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The wailing horn cries out not for the kings of distant lands
But for the children who have forgotten his music. 
Like the soft belly of a camel
The warms sands of my home creep 
between the...

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Flow 
with me
along 
the 
rivers of 
common 
sense,
eroding 
the 
riverbeds 
of 
tribalism 
and 
racism,
revitalising 
the very 
essence 
of man's 
existence.
Flow 
with me 
you will 
get the 
sense.

Dine 
with me 
on the 
table of 
realism
and 
enjoy...

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You tell me your prentends, 
We step over the ballroom so slow. 
You dare be honest? 
Well so will I: We both know, 
Forevers you intend are impossible, 
Time and place is unstoppable, 
Even though...

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March 2011 spring is on the way
The sea is Calm slight haze on the bay
The sea is our life the fishing is good
We depend on the ocean for our livelihood
Rumble in the distance buildings begin...

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The grass dew laden emerald hue
The sky a clear and sapphire blue
Scarlet poppies nodding ruby heads
In the distance, silver riverbeds

Diamonds from the branches dripping
Humming birds from blossoms sipping
Bronze beams through forests dancing
Dappled fawn through woodlands...

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Of all the Little Kings climbing
Hand over foot towards viciously tantalizing, grandiose
Constellations of which whir and buzz as wind up toys,
Glow worm manifestations
Of hanging mobile stars suspended from thread
Woven by The Fates from dreams vicarious
And...

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As I lay watching the stars colliding
Through the universe so pretty and vast
Past and present enveloped are portrayed 
Colloquy within the rhythm of the…
Of the gracious, likeable beating heart
Openness of peace, openness of realms
Calming to...

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Close up is when you see the cracks,
the lines etched, scratched onto canvas.
An oil painting that survived a fire.

Close up is when you see the ash
loosen, drift away in a breeze. Smoke. 
Something once hot...

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you bought a ticket for the flight
stowing your bag overhead
headed out west to see mountains
all the cracked riverbeds
you talk to the saguaro like the answers are there
looking to the clouds for relief from your prayers

you...

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Cursive Consolations
David J Walker

Heartlessly pressing words into wine
Our feet are blood red from the crushing
Our heads flowing in faint rhymes 

Into dry riverbeds genially growing
An ocean of poetry waiting

Waves bathe the salted bathers 
On white...

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An impartial day 


       Upon lush yonder valleys, 
          golden sun rays glow
       Reflected...

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RAINING IN SUMMER

There are some for whom rain is a blessing
After weeks of drought and dry riverbeds
Those precious droplets of cool clear water
Yet hardly enough to restore cracked earth
But welcome, as many rush to fill...

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ROSES ON THE MOON

Midnight tickles your turned-up toes,
dawn scrapes your knees
but your head is already in daylight
kissing the setting sun and not me.
The scent of musk and the north woods
spark a scene then the rush…
don’t...

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