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A Godly Insight

"What if you woke up tomorrow with only
what you asked god for today?"
As I read, a scowl is freed, then a smile
indeed, and I'll tell you why - I say:

"Poseidon is not so beneficent,
And neither - I wager - is Zeus.
So it seems to me if a man is honest,
he wakes up with what HE has produced."

This much is true. But I jest, of course,
I know they mean well, but let's see...
If god is provider, I'll have some hot cider!
...And yet none is present for me.

"Now, now, be a gentleman. Don't let your
sharp tongue be like teeth." I think.
But if others' boats fill with water,
ought I not inform them they'll sink?

Copyright © Ricky Smooth | Year Posted 2013



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Eyes and Oceans

Whoever said 
open eyes betray emotion
never knew them
closed.

For, love is
an ocean 'til the rivers
feeding it give up the
ghost.

I stand huddled
at this puddle, puzzled,
foot nuzzling the
coast.

No ghost or
god of old pages boasted
could sing these hollow
notes.

Copyright © Ricky Smooth | Year Posted 2013

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Accident

Smack.
Backpack latch intact,
knee fractured?
Collapse.
Need help.
Breath trapped.
Vision black.

Drop.

Vision back.
Snap, crack, roll past.
Sound echoes from
the ground - green grass.

Half past three, 
now.
Kevin and the other seven
can't even believe how

I can still breathe.
Wow. Was it that grim?
I mean, I remember falling...
but were my chances that slim?

First push - NO.
Vis-ion spl-it b-y pa-in
CALM.
What was that about "no gain"?

Bullshit. I'm gonna
pull a hat out of a rabbit.
No prize was ever hung
right for us to grab it.

So.

Second push - NO (Don't care)
I'm getting out of this.
Incomes night around
my eyes like it was practiced.

SssssttaaaaNNNNddd.
Swirls. Eye-lightening.
Everything is gone.
Lean. Sight brightening.

Slow return, thighs burn.
Sight from eyes spies
A way down into the
landing. What BLUE skies.

Focus.

Crude, non-fluid movement
and a curse for God,
hobble and step,
balancing foot on sod.

Steps into a future.
You decide.

Copyright © Ricky Smooth | Year Posted 2014


Book: Shattered Sighs