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[Note: this poem was written in memory of a specific mass killing at a church, but there has been since then so much evil done at churches, temples, and mosques--all houses of God...as are all schools where children go to learn. ]
When he came to the church,
a disciple of the Opposition,
did he plan to take his time?
Did he relish watching those
good people around the table
as they shared their struggles,
with others, themselves, God?
Did he play in his forsaken mind
(so bereft of love or even a
tinge of compassion) just whose
life he would take first, and who
would die last? What a sense of
power a gun gives to a coward,
playing god in God's own house.
Joyful he must have felt
as he took their lives but
freed their souls-nine souls
he could not see yet they
saw him, standing exultant
over their now unneeded
bodies, his hate satiated.
But they would not hate him,
for God's children love,
and love now filled their souls,
as it filled their lives when
they walked on the earth. So
they would pray together
one last time in the church
they loved, praying for the
damned soul of the sad man
until the angels came to carry
them off to God's open arms.
your personality is perfect for the quiet of the evening
i could stay up all night with you and the pleasure of your company
it feels good to be care free and totally unaware with somebody with a mind alike
we are on vacation in the moment that we create
your personality is perfect for the quiet of the evening
all electronic devices are off and we just converse freely and gladly
it feels good to be care free and totally unaware with somebody with a mind alike
we are immune to all and everything that causes unneeded stress and strife
your personality is perfect for the quiet of the evening
we eat our seafood casserole, texas toast, corn on the cob, and zuppa toscana
with smiles that are wholesome and laughter that is full lie out bellies
we fall asleep knowing, but we choose to ignore the inevitable
off the beaten path we go
nothing like the thrill of newness
even when it gets old, something new is discovered like a dylan record
we embrace our respective kid at heart approach to things
it definitely brings us closer and alleviates unneeded stress
we already are graduates of lonely street university both with a masters in isolation studies
now here we go....eager students of professor unexpected
what we learn is more than valuable to our minds and our potential future endeavors
it is like a blank page full of colors with the beautification of water for the purpose of intrigue
when life goes in directions of low places, it inspires you to strive of the highest heights
we are giants....yet still so microscopic in our travails
we yearn to see more, but in the reality of life duty calls in the form of a time clock
however, we bless the heavens for the earnings bestowed upon us nowadays....
....so off the beaten path we go....
I'd waited for you now forever,
capturing my embrace between
your grasps, wandering about
solace and peace, we'd shattered
the universe, gathering seashells,
of compassion, gravely I glanced
beneath me to a calmer coast,
heaven sent almost, testing
hidden treasures, my mind
steadfast while my heart exploded,
beyond the essence of unneeded,
gifts I'd bestowed, quietly devouring
haste in an untimely place, why
I'd succumbed to an emptiness
feeling trapped, above all else,
tampering with the needful things,
where love and lust seemed,
to danced right on my toes,
an achiness, called pain withered
throughout time, a rapture of trust,
collided leaving me, room to roam
a rather cleaver passion hints,
of loss removed, replaced malice,
restoring my sense of purity
and grace, glorifying self love,
creating boundaries of you and I
while in love, we soared differently
on different clouds, abundantly so,
joining one another, on the ocean
shore clinging to forever once more.
Malpractice
Doctor, Doctor yes I am back again
Stop telling me to take a seat my friend
Millions of other peoples money you spend
Without the helping hand you promise to lend
You're really not a physician just playing pretend
Another unneeded prescription you extend
Then off to your pharmacy downstairs you send
I am putting you on notice so you better comprehend
That this profession for you is now a dead end
Stop your practice or to another realm you'll descend
Damned to Hell with your soul is what I intend
So listen close and take this advice I recommend
Here is your resignation that I've already perfectly penned
Dot your T's, cross your eyes because this is the end...
bmdavey@04/27/16
Nobody wants a well, when there is sadness...
A few drops are enough, to bring on rain!
The world is full, of sorrow, and of madness!
Nobody needs the bottom of the drain...
The purists count emPHASis and sylLABles!
They like to see beans laid out, in a row!
They have no patience with an one, who babbles!
Believe the Sun should not put on a show!
But... we need purists, for they keep us clean!
Demand a higher standard of the lazy!
They state: 'it's not enough to be serene!'
(And unneeded enjambment
Drives 'em crazy!)
But we can only meet their standards, if
The while we write, we're clinging to a cliff!
Just Around the Bend…
by Odin Roark
Make-believe knows
Hand in hand
Guardian and child
Never ceases to be
As words meet words
Sentences find paragraphs
Pages turn new discovery
Begetting chapter upon chapter
And then…
Often faith’s endurance knows no end
Like a turkey too numb
To know its head is gone
Or a truck forever stuck in relentless mud
Even the mind’s conscience ratchets its continuous drone
Long past heart’s flickering pictures
Have jumped off sprocket
Coiling images’ remains upon a floor
Always willing to catch the fallen
Knowing restarting is always possible
Yet
In the house
That might have been a home
The phone continues to ring off the hook
Like a metronome gone berserk
Bent on satiating rhythm’s appetite
Past the inevitable wind down
With eyes closed…
Survival holds firm one’s make-believe castle
The house now empty
Save for whispers from the past
Knowing well the drafts of loneliness
Shiver the drifting dust
Becoming the only skin left to touch
Unknowingly
The residual past
Moves through unneeded locks
Once securing doors leading to
Now forgotten passions of privacy
Images rendered blind
By keyhole mockery
Remaining…
The heart’s keyboard
Once delivering its voice of hope and trust
Now accelerating words no longer noticed
Meaning hurtling past yesterday and tomorrow
Like a bullet train screeching off its rails
Ricocheting off walls once holding secure
Now speeding toward a boarded-up station
Once of hourly expectation
A platform crowded with promise
Giving back a passing ghostly blur
So travel hearts in linguistic search
Myth makers pursuing beautiful language
Knowing delivery never guarantees
Anyone waiting to hear the words
Save perhaps the make-believe child
Walking hand in hand
Believing along with the writer
That just around the bend…
Shelley wove us a tale of a monster more a man
A fleshy beast without, a broken heart within
Created in hubris and sin
Stitched together and broken
Again and again.
Frayed and tattered
Unraveled and splintered
Brittle and battered
Bled out and injured
Held together by needle and thread
Less alive and more or less dead
A patchwork man, soulless and cold
Unmended scars numbers untold
I walk amongst mortal kind
Hollow and undefined
Shattered by gales that went unheeded
Fractured by loves I thought were unneeded
Beaten and bruised
Tethered and chained
Forgotten and used
Raw with such pain
Like the monster I have no place
And cannot recognize my face
A living specter, an echo, nothing more
A hollow husk ghost to abhor
An unraveling fragment of human decay
Knotted and grafted with threads of grey
This weathered walking grave dust
With gaping wounds and soul rust
Cracked and threadbare
Bleeding and burnt
Unseeing stare
Wishful that he weren’t
Laced with regret and sutured with sorrow
This wight pleads for no tomorrow
Haunted and hunted by absence and grief
This Frankenstein monster finds no relief
Shadow shackled, stitched in despair
He fades, unraveling, into thin air
I feel numb beneath this skin…
This skin from deep within…
I’m thin and then…
I’m fat with loath again…
Greed I feed on
Envy and so on…
I’m a shining sun…
A dusked dawn…
I don’t feel pity
I know I look shitty
I might look funny…
Expressions lost due to exposure of shame and calamity
Let the crowd feed the fire
I silently scream aloud in my desire
In the recesses of my brain,
I see you catch the I-Don’t-Care train
Fine, just leave…
I’ll sit here and grieve
But, I will man up to what I believe –
You will reap what you sow
God’s wisdom was hard to receive,
But, I’m not hard of hearing
I find His word endearing
To my eager ears…
That want to hear more…
When more was nothing more than a whisper away
It’s like the night, taking a bow to yesterday
What was I waiting for?
Impatience had been in my blood for so long
Patience was like re-learning a song
From childhood…
But, I’m good…
Maybe a tad misunderstood…
But I’m a good blood…a stick in the mud or a splinter on a wood
Let the trees and the breeze entwine in my ears of tears and fears
Let them feed on what’s left of me
Like a hippo in the water, swimming in the lake of Lonely
Greek and Roman mythology ate me up like a brownie in the hand of a child
Reborn and born in this moral world…
Immortal in the Holy Spirit…
Truly, sincerely, and in all kindliness…
I’m still reduced to this belittling distress
kisses in the wind in memory of you
flowers flowing freely to keep me from feeling blue
you are never ever too far from my mind
in all that i do and even as i unwind
when all is really bad and things are not going my way
i think of your impact on me and all better is my day
i cannot express in words for me all you have done
with the exception of God, you were and are still my number one
when you fully lost your battle, i became lost and confused
when i began to move forward, i utilized the coping techniques you used
now i take everyday to reflect on events that made me grow
you were only trying to push me to do better, and now i truly know
i hope that you have forgiven me for causing unneeded weights of stress
so many times you saved my sorry behind and cleaned up many a mess
i only wanted you to see that i was grown and an independent soul,
but all i displayed was the never-growing kid, and to you it got very old
how i wish we could have rekindled the unconditional love of what once was
i regret that we did not spend more time together simply just because
you were right when you once told me that my decisions were my choice alone
as a result, my life has unfortunate lingering memories of your disappointed tone
now all i can do is express my love with a now solo tradition
please accept these flowers on your grave....they are sincerely the latest edition....