Tonight I will kiss you,
long before you wake,
tomorrow I will miss you,
forever my heart aches.
God took you from me,
as I layed asleep,
where's my little boy?
he's where the willows weep.
May you rest forever,
the lord your soul will keep,
while the angels rock you,
into a sound and blissful sleep.
Mesh
Of my window screen
In spring
Licked from the inside by our inherited old lady
She is made of bird bones
White whiskers
Wearing her oversized fur coat in the new heat
Pulled from mothballs
Tongue of sandpaper
Scratches and tastes
I don’t know what
Bitter pollen?
Invisible scents of fellow felines
Hunting shrews from under the garden?
Or lion mares of dandelions?
Perhaps
She is merely savoring herself
In the intricate weave of parallel atoms
Who wants a mirror at this age?
Without ears or eyes in her private world
She finds an in between
Alive
On the inside
And from the outside
My ancient mom hisses
None of your business.
My Son, Far Away
In the sunny gloom of this
ocean of burning Earth,
the scythe of time hovers like
a hungry vulture above us
men of "honorable" duty, but thankfully,
for my weary heart, this
graveyard of sand is never too far
from my son, far away.
We are but men, not Gods,
for every death my hands effect
I kneel closer to my own.
Only the bespoke hands that
signed neat, dotted lines can
explain this infernal farce that
donned in warrior's attire the
father of my son, far away.
He's a fine gentleman for sure,
in him I see the man I never got to be,
I fear now I may never see
again that little boy whose big feet
long outgrew his father's shoes.
If my death blocks an evil bullet, be it so.
Let no bullet fly past me,
and reach my son, far away.
So when I die, oh brother,
rest me not amid these sinners,
in this bed of metal thorns and
aged blood.
I beseech you to, instead,
lay me to rest in
the soil that sculpted me, and
take me home to my son, far away.
War Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Kai Michael Neumann
Date: November 12, 2021
I love you much,
Billy Patrick,
And I miss you so much more!
I hope you're resting peacefully,
I'll see you soon at Heaven’s door!
Until we reunite, my son,
Keep an eye from above on your so
Help him along his way!
You left him way too soon,
But that was God’s design
Even though you didn’t want it that way.
Let Eoin feel you still exist with his heart,
He won't judge you
Coming eternally from inside.
That, you never intended on,
Leaving him so soon
From the way that you departed.
But, things happen so unexpectantly.
It was a state of confusion
That took me to the illusion
That you were still here the whole time.
It’s time that I let you go,
My son
Rest peacefully
Smile, I’ll see you on the inside.
RIP., William Darnell Jr
While the moon shines bright o’er the Sphinx
In a land of sand so far
A pharaoh holds his dying son
While praying to a star
He challenged the word presented him
His feelings never bent
Upon him then a curse was placed
As death to the son was sent
The first born child was marked with death
As a result of his father’s denial
Had the pharaoh heeded the word
No death would be on the Nile
But, alas, he hadn’t, many had died
As a result of his own ignorance
Lives could have been spared, had he listened
And bowed to His magnificence
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