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David Lee Poem
because we did not
choose death
it chose us
how the dead die
how the lies, lie
how the wind howls
under a clear Nevada sky
how the colors fade
to black, black,
black
twisting us up
fireballs and
acid pools
burning souls
of sorrow
sorrow skin kites
fly away
black as death
clouds
blood black leaves
newspaper
headlines
for angry
men
again?
Sandy Hook
once more
weeps in the angry wind
thorns on the cross
bulletins of death
as one more devil
does his best
to rip the souls
of men
bloodflower bombs
under the night sky
can’t die?
counting weapons?
really?
who cares how many?
once again, we weep
we grieve and grieve
our words and wounds
in the news
one more long death song
repeating rifles
bullet waves
under amber grain
within the well of sorrow
hidden in the headlines
our overwhelming pain
one more death
is much too much
white stones
death
on hillsides of green
broken bodies
stacked wheat
on red cement
gruesome as a Nazi
death camp
so much rotten fruit
and firewood
under a peaceful
Nevada sky
while the dark
dance of death
cuts away our inner child
foolish me
I thought all the demons had died
now I wonder
where are our angels?
have we killed them with our pride?
John is gone
Martin’s died
Jesus is long forgotten
and
all the wolves
are inside
us
Copyright © David Lee | Year Posted 2017
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David Lee Poem
Public Opinion by Mike Lee
public opinion is
just more internet noise
leather masks, word whips and
promises
fish mouth judges
squeezing their tounges in the press
shark skin suits
lawyer lies
telephone crackle
media mush
cry and criticize
melting soul soup songs
metaphors and similes
in dark dusty closets
long library books
with wordless pages
meanless and mean
thick tongue devils
feather words
and apologize
from broken pages
while word winds spin in the windmill
whirlwind electronic
sound bites
blowing us up like
stiff balloons
up into the clouds
and back again.
Copyright © David Lee | Year Posted 2017
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David Lee Poem
Broken Umbrellas by Mike Lee
as the
red fire sun
nibbles away
the pink ends of the day
my last thoughts
will be of you
you
with your
tinny
white
ankles
dipped
in
a blood red
rain
and
your
broken
blue umbrella
fighting
the wind
like a caged
matador
under
a
bull dog
sky
while
critics
pour out
word
sand
castles
on distant
shores
leaving
you
untouchable
as
i watch
the dark
sky
swallow
us all
such
soft words
sails
at sunset
swells in surf
memories
boats
pass
us
in a fog
friends
forget u
and the sharks
eat
the rest
life pours
out
on broken
rocks
pennies
and poetry
white sails
at sunset
fingers
twist
thoughts
like
broken
pretzels
and poetry
both
assaults
and
astound
my senses
my temples
on a printed page
sharp as
glass egos
words wound
out of tune
discarding
friends
like so much old
baggage
memories
discard
the truth
hiding
reflections
in
broken
mirrors
under
covers
of flesh
and
regret
some
words
we can't take back
sharp as
broken glass
word on a page
cut into us
Copyright © David Lee | Year Posted 2016
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David Lee Poem
trust is often written
with counterfeit ink
it’s such a poor lover
mourning in the morning
as my blood curls
around the throat
of the world
and makes
the impossible
possible
soft sandpaper hands
promise and lie
like shadows entwined
on a lamp shade
the light goes out
water falls to
dust death
in wind shadows
low and down
liquor lips
and lies
and
the long goodbyes
trust me
trust
lies
Copyright © David Lee | Year Posted 2018
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David Lee Poem
when the tourists go home
someone special sleeps in the hall
most of the time he smells like wet grass
once so full of life, he licked my face
but now, he has become just an old friend
winding my heart around his long pink tongue
he used to hang out at the firehouse with dad
now dad says, Free, he’s not much use to anyone,
or so dad says
but dad is now lost in the war
the war of words
between mom and dad
where lawyers are shadows and salacious lies hide
tucked in tight
between the lines
of a separation
but even lawyers can’t separate memories
the smiles seem so strange these days
in yellowed pictures under plastic sleeves
once, they were new
and we were all happy
before mom took her
and dad took me
and the bank took the rest
the rest is rusted as an old spoke wheel
junkyard fancy
fancy words on long law paper
jails, and courtroom wrecks
ships crash on childhood rocks
inside our burning house
and broken chains
rotting in the rain
where the old play set sits
abandoned and ugly
as harsh words
explode in the courtroom
while thick smoke fires
in my parent's eyes
burn bright red
and ink stains the document
turning us to drift free
like broken boats
crashing on a hostile shore
my parents chased love away one night
when blood flowed
on the kitchen floor
and the cops came
splitting mom and dad
and us up in separate
corners of town
closing the door
on family
and fury
Copyright © David Lee | Year Posted 2018
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David Lee Poem
empty shoes
sleep in my father’s closet
his voice haunts me at night
when your back is turned
death sneaks up
the soul thief
collecting thorns from crowns
of pink flowers blossoms
filling killing fields
of frozen fruit trees
with regrets
and
memories
babies
begin
the cycle
again
in the long cold
winter
between
the silences
Copyright © David Lee | Year Posted 2018
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David Lee Poem
Broken Petals by Mike Lee
broken petals
break the blossom
from the flower
the leaf from the tree
the shadow from the light
fire from ice
life from death
friends from family
echoes from silence
wishes from regrets
the future from memories
until death dies
eternally
when their are
no more bird songs
no more sacred music
no more hymens
no more tigers
in the grass
such
simple graces
separate the scared
from the profane
on Sundays
at the every church
when murder comes to call
then god help us sinners
help us
all
too many white crosses
on green hillsides
leave the world
so empty
of souls
and saints
Copyright © David Lee | Year Posted 2018
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David Lee Poem
am I
the not I
or
merely
imagination
un-imagined?
am I
on the wrong side
of the mirror
the crooked eight
the hard nine
the soft shell
or the torus?
as I
stare out
of the abyss
the moon
and
mankind
torture
truth
embrace
lies
like
snakes
and
spiders
embrace
death
until
even
death dies
truth
dies
old men
grow
soft
stones
and dirt
surrounds
the rest
am I on
the dark side
of the sun?
where light
never enters
reflections
never reflect
empty
words
erupt
as
a cruel
kindness
explodes
shattering
the glass ball
beautiful
blue
planet
painful
sounds
in the ears of
puppet
salesmen
have I been
sleeping for a thousand years
am I only
coffin kill
on
polar
planets?
where
friends
never seem
friendly
while
bar stools spin
endlessly
in twisted orbits
as evil
crushes us all
into
frozen flowers
wind storms strum
the same old
steel guitars
and
broken pianos
this Earth ship
crashes
light bends
burning shadow
people
but never turns
into morning
are u
the last survivor?
in the clouds
while an evil wind
this way blows
full of bad ideas
dancing puppets
fill the macabre dance floor
run out of blow torch songs
puppet heads
sandpaper voices
off key
and underground?
Copyright © David Lee | Year Posted 2019
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