Short Prior Poems
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Holding hands in the crowded corridor
A tender moment amidst the horror
You smiled at me, and touched my heart
I returned the favor ~ thus did we part
I live in hell, because I was given a choice,
who ever on earth had the sweetest voice -
Maddy Prior, Sandy Denny, or Jacqui McShee?
The demons rejoice
as in hell, I am bound to forever dangle
deciding,
Steeleye Span, Fairport Convention or Pentangle?
Prior to Conception
As if stunned by July in a hammock
I wait for my apricot wife
One curler more and the flutter
of leaves in the orchard
the sound of trees
letting go
a downpour
of plums still bouncing
around in the wicker
propped open below
Donal Mahoney
Was a warm glowing field.
I remembered it by scent.
Holographic thoughts formed
Like liquid beneath me, and I drifted
Through a blizzard of desires,
Impulses, and intuitions.
I was a knave, naive every time.
I sat there and got dizzy over
Ways to make spinach
So my kids would one day eat it.
From darkened forms of little thought
a fog of unknown dreams
desire a feeling
A fleeting thought begins to focus
a dream, a plan, a scheme unfolds
Did the subconscious create intent
Or did past knowledge weave a dream
Did experience create intent
Or did the mind's unknowing dream explode
I am feeling watched again
Nothing ominous
A nurturing spirit
She wants to guide me
I sense that she is not allowed
A sigh comes from my heart
most of my spirit guides are children
male children
this one is a female; I sense a grandmother figure
She comes prior to danger
I look at my car keys
hesitate to drive
hovering in limbo
ideas strewn about
lacking sense or reason
images suspended in mid air
notions and impressions
floating and colliding
vague feelings in the raw
idly drifting meet their match
simmering a stance
before long ...
thoughts are forming notions
interpreting and framing
and a plan's laid out for action
AP: 3rd place 2025
her presence at first sight
an illumination
something I didn’t understand
she stirred imagination
a current ran through my body
and whatever stirred
was beyond comprehension
an angel, perhaps
I watched
as she checked into my life
and disappeared without a word
but she lingered in my mind
a constant stirring
until the next time
when I said hello
The ceiling sparkled;
I saw the big dipper, then the little one.
The painters needed a bigger tip for their creative execution.
Without a warning to prepare, a requiem played.
The symphony corned all aspects of a so-called classic; muffled screams, vulgar tongues and your tears –
Silence doesn’t come fast and
I begged for forgiveness and solidarity whilst connecting the dots of Orion.
Before thought–the heart: a struck bell's hum,
in the chest's dark chapel. No word. Only thrum
that echoes the void where meaningwill climb.
Is this the soul's raw conference? A draft.
of prayer–unwritten–lifting like a raft
on some deep tide. Not speech. Not yet. But chime
of nerve and grace. Mind fumbles, blind, to trace
this pulse–intent–before it wears time's face.
The vibration: God's fingerprint, half-dreamed,
still tuning the harp of the unsung.
Our
resolve
to ascend
as we applaud,
let us not forget
that prior to intent,
which fixated our focus,
we had no sense of direction,
as we floated rudderless at sea,
alive and yet in a comatose state.
It is God’s will that drives higher actions
gentle love and light sans use of force,
so though He does dwell in our heart,
our free will must choose to pair,
with bliss divine sublime,
whence doing nothing,
blessings in-pour
and our path
becomes
clear.