Short Refuges Poems
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bird
black-wings
salmon-beak
most are scarlet
pronounced, 'E-'E-vee
species, Latin: clothing
Hawaiian royalty's capes
ritual end ere the kingdom
refuges establish safety zones
'E-E-vee's cheery someday is here, YES!
Planes taking off
of the refuges, roaring in the air...
Boring the mornings,
harassing the afternoons and
frightening the nights...
and as a war scenario
actually it's eloquent fuss
normal noise, but that resembles war,
truly remembers....!
No treaty is negotiable with the eager viral assassin.
Doubt the truth of gossip. What’s sadder than the unreasonable sucker?
Tribal outcries and worldly conceits are not impenetrable refuges.
May you all be sheltered and safe and may modern alchemy protect you.
May you have what you need and be happy.
We will rise or fall together.
Mass for the instant, coffin for the hour.
Where is the strangeness lost and constancy refuges?
A flight of revelation in vague borders.
Absence, there’s so little of it. It´s masked.
It's hard to find where errors inscribe.
Thermal chambers can penetrate bricks.
When you're in the fridge, heart bark
becomes slow and the arrhythmia plays its melody
LET IT BURN
Let my love light the way
through all your darkened journeys.
Think of me
and the flame will always and forever
be there, shining,
like Polaris to guide you.
Luminous.
Let it burn on like a candle
in holy refuges,
burn on.
No disbelieving wind will extinguish
this pure love flame.
Burn on.
Let it burn from year to year,
from star to ever-shining star
through the eons.
Burn on.
At
gray fabric offices,
cubicles divide us—
turn us into
refuges
with mock privacy,
as overheard conversations
drip from lips
endlessly smacking.
Sometimes
it seems insanity
squared—
nothingness
randomly speaking
in tongues
to cubicles
with no one there.
We
thumb tack
individuality
loosely
to coarse fabrics—
arms stretched out
from wall to wall,
as mouths open
to mirrored
silences
we never
scream.
These are the spaces I confide
These are the narrow crevices
These are the places I reside
These are the secure refuges
Upstairs attics with small windows
The quiet corners where I go
The hidden chambers no one knows
Downstairs cellars through secret doors
There I have my room for dreaming
Room to create and postulate
Pose questions and probe for meaning
Riddles and rhymes to contemplate
In there the world does not dictate
And there I have less room for hate.