Statues Poems

Silent Prayers

Faithful few
Filled the 
Firmament with
Fundamental fervour
Finally finding, through
Fastidious fellowship,
Future fanatical friends and
Fulfilling the fine frequency
Favourable for forgiveness.
Finally.

Melanin

Wash away the sins of the father
Release your head from the sand
Try to start again
Or ignore the reaching hand

Who are you to judge over a body? A way of life?
A face growing weary and thin?
Restless, are we still so cold?
Are we a plague to ourselves, made of mildew and mould?

Pigment and porcelain statues refuse to

Statues of Horses

Outside drives of dude ranches or of hobby farms
Cast statues of horses bred from Cortez' runaways.
They stand in basket planted ferns to camouflage their hooves,
Or rear atop a barn as though to jump into a circus pool.

More at home on green way cityscapes.
A scattered cavalry would save us from ourselves.
With piercing stares, their riders try

Last of the Rhyme

You'll put up a statue
and say I'm a poet
When all of you worship
what I'll never know it

And go on to rhyming
what's left in the moment
When statues are showing
the glow of the loment

And I'll be impressed
when the honor is mine
And the statues are tumbling
for the last of the rhyme

We Must Not Burn Or Drop Statues

Burning and tearing down, statues,
is to erase history... and this
does not exist...
The past must serve as an example...
Statues that tell of human deeds
or defects... do not deserve so much attention,
but they tell what happened... So they must
have the context explained...Everyone has the right
to learn the truth...

Statues

The garden statues
come to life
every night
after the house
is quiet and still
and they roam
through the hedgerows
and hide behind
the old willows
and play their games
and whisper among themselves
 ‘til first light.

Over Under Sideways Down

OVER UNDER INSIDE OUT
(It still doesn’t fit)

The hospital gown
Makes Greek statues frown
You can see it in their sculpted faces
And they say in disgust
That they always will trust
The fig leaf that the gown replaces

Statues In the Park

If we can’t tell stories 
about our past
—the future stays untold

If judged by standards
out of time
—the fault beyond control

Our history always
both good and bad
—correction on the rise

What happened, happened,
as time rolls on
—and yesterday reminds

(Independence Square Philadelphia: March, 2021)

Statues

harsh reality
revenants of slavery
reminders removed

Statues of Darwin

Statues of Darwin 
David J Walker

Cayotes claim what they can of
The daylight hours hounded by the
Windblown November sun 
Below the Mesa 

No better than the 
Blazing days of the summer
Only colder

Every rock looks the same
Every plant a chameleon
Every insect a meal in a race for
Its life 

Here the world is cruelly honest 
About its business

Statues In the Sewers

Monumental statues
   so quickly torn down
by radical, woke vision
   Truth, a ghost town

Sewer workers' heroes
   too, have to go
They carry out the
   'Plans of the Man'
Don't you know?...

Located underground
   Can't tear those statues 'down'
Will they be broken 'up?' 
   ~ I hear a

Blighted Statues

I can only live in a garden
where warped talons
of tiger tulip petals mar
unbroken lines of pastel shimmer,
not where silent cerulean lakes
float as though aloft 
in frames of polished stone 
to tell the cloudless sky,
I'm your offspring.
I smile for blighted statues
mocked by companies of peonies 
effervescing in ballet
and the coarse tusk of St Augustine
thronged by emerald

Divided We Stand

Ravage our monuments,
empowered dissidents.
Endless entitlements,
from spineless governments.

In this era unplanned,
by fathers of the land.
Divided we stand,
in moral wasteland.

More On Statues

More on Statues

There is an apparent urge
To erase the markings of history
Which appear to stain 
Visions of what should be..
History is a story appearing
In our reading in this moment..
Often justifying doings as right
Which can then be retold on
This Fourth of July..
But..alas.. clinging assumptions
Of division remain..

Statues are stories written
In sidedness and division..
What if the urge to

Statues Crumbling

Statues crumbling

One after another
Representing a history
Now detested..crumble..
Crumbling before forces 
Of systemic purging..
These symbols of ego
Rising in past eras
Are seen in their 
Disregard for what
Is most valuable in
What We are in this
Moment..We ask:
Should all
Statues of persons
Be allowed to fade..
Allowing the fires we see
To consume the vestiges
Of glorified separation...?

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