Short Hole In The Sky Poems
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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.
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)
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
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.
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!
Remedy Rhythms
Sometimes writers block
Sunrises at dawn
Sometimes secrets revealed
Render revolver
Rivers soothing recedes
Reckoning subsides
Rain randomly pouring
Sometimes a hole in the sky
Life ripens rosaries
Good deeds to kindness remedy
Rent is paid
Giving is a good day
Better to give than receive
Knowing to reasoning
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
Form:
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