Short Hole In The Sky Poems

Tornado

The hole in the sky
is just above my house. 
I look up... 
and see, 
that...
"He",
 looks 
down 
at 
me.

He keeps His eyes on my every move, 
as He knows... 
I am truly
lost....

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A truck driver passes through
a hole in the sky

His rig self inclusive,
his load staying dry

Eighteen wheels of redemption,
the manifest signed

Delivery as promised
—his docking sublime

(Dreamsleep: March, 2020)...

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The cry 

A warm August day
A child
Drawn to the ornamental pool
A surface of lilies 
A mother calls
Her child
A face 
Whiter than the lilies 
Floats in the light
A scream
Pierces a hole in the sky
A fraction of a second
Nature is silent.
Then it gears up again
Ad nauseous...

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The celestial succedaneum 
is our glory hole in the sky 
we insert our hardened psyches 
(of course sheathed in 
a condom of ignorance, so 
as not to be infected 
or infested with the ghastly 
blandness of verisimilitude) 
into it, and 
Thrust 
while our hardy 
imaginations feverishly 
imagine 
God....

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The Sky Is Falling!

Every time I look ‘round
I see more pieces…
Of sky on the ground

And then I espy The hole in the sky
Where the pieces of sky 
Have fallen down

No one listens
No One pays heed
No one hears my warning

This time I’m not
Kidding around
The sky really is falling!



...

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9/11/13
Freedom’s Sky



Phantom pain beneath the sting of time,
un-dulled, searing flash across the face
of humankind, horizon’s emptiness.

Shadows cast by ghosted steel
linger in the blue skied minds,
shrouded in the creeping dust.

Tears that will not fade,
hearts that cannot fill
a hole in freedom’s sky.


John G. Lawless
9/11/2013...

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sometimes
there's a little hole in the sky
where the lonely dead
just sit above and cry

weeping over memories
peace they need to find
tears turning to a whispering rain
gently falling on loved ones
they left behind

hoping they feel the message
while looking down to catch a glimpse
through the whispering rain 
at family and friends
in heaven they truly miss...

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Grit flies from spinning rubber,
the traffic is edging through roads,
narrowed, by the plowed and pushed aside.

Curb-side snow remains; solid humps turn brown,
in an un-melting light.

A lone chicken hawk circles an iced-over acre
of snaking roadway,

its black track attracts the birds eye,
as if it were the contrail of an elongated rat,
stretching into a bolt- hole of frozen sky....

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Hole in the sky
      where the blood drips
an oasis of pain
songs rise up from the ground(high again)
      angels 
fight on the head of a 
       pin
our world rotates on 
       it's axis(as always)
Needless strife and
        sorrow persist
Thousands walk 
         the streets
Sex for love or money
        lights dark fires within
        the multitude is 
composed of many pieces
        jigwaw puzzled on 
the carpet
        waiting to be finished...

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