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Trey Hamner Poem
In the deepest part
of myself
Sits a work of art
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"When opportunity doesn't knock, build a door"
When possibilities don't arise, look for more
When all you can do is build a bridge
to connect the mountain peak to the ridge
You find that strange and patient zen
That comes from knowing why and knowing when
When your blueprint for this thing called existence
Meets with disapproval and resistance
Remember the architect designed it as such
All the way down to the final touch
Opportunity and obstacle are kissing cousins
Failure is not up for discussion
Don't allow self-doubt to cause you concern
These challenges are meant to help you discern
What is right and what is true
what to think and what to do
So trust that quiet, retiring voice
That says to you "Make this choice."
Copyright © Trey Hamner | Year Posted 2016
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I awake with the question "Am I like my predecessor?"
Automated and fabricated to slave for the oppressor
I join the procession yet I am an orbate transgressor
Dissipated and attenuated with no clear successor
Then I drift into much more lofty domains
With greater rewards yet more precarious terrain
A place where answers can not quite be explained
Where the mind is confounded but the spirit ascertains
Then I shower and shave; I sigh and greet the day
Will it be my chagrin or triumph I put on display?
In my head I have a tempest, in my heart a bouquet
I must choose which one to portray, which one to obey
Copyright © Trey Hamner | Year Posted 2017
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Trey Hamner Poem
karma is a boomerang an unassailable yin and yang
Cliche: "What goes around comes around"
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There was a great asthenospheric disruption
Followed by parallel volcanic eruptions
There was a great, abrupt tectonic shift
In a moment, a million years of continental drift
The ground shook like a wet dog out of water
Mother earth swatted her sons and daughters
The fault lines re-created all notions of cartography
Beneath coal mines, earth re-wrote her autobiography
Out of the havoc sprang a deeper appreciation
Of how life is led in an "advanced' civilization
Such planetary tumult resolved every human dispute
And made humanity, as geography, to transmute
Just as battles lines are re-drawn, so are fault lines
Within the confines of the denouement, we all felt fine
When the fourth wall is broken down by the stage director
We've emptied the garden of Eden of all its nectar
Copyright © Trey Hamner | Year Posted 2016
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Waiting on the coordinates of my new mission
I vacillate between choice and decision
Clinging to hope, but also self-derision
I can hear the sub-atomic particle collision
Standing at the wishing well and pulling out a quarter
As the days seem to get shorter and shorter
Looking at the heavens and the cosmic order
I see there is no invisible border
That separates mankind from creation
Not exactly a revelation, but a realization
Boundaries don't exist for the truly patient
Even in this social stratification
So I choose to pray for that which I can not see
and invoke the words of Jeremiah 33:3
I want to pierce the fog of this great mystery
But I don't need technology, psychology, or biology
Just aim me towards the narrow road
and consecrate the alpha-numeric code
I seek to inhabit a spiritual abode
where my soul is expanded as my mind explodes
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Somewhere in Madagascar a baobab yields its fruit
Somewhere in Australia a thylacine chases a bandicoot
Somewhere in Timbuktu a man is speaking in Urdu
Somewhere in the Blue Ridge Mountains an old woman stirs burgoo
As some skinny guy tiptoes on skyscrapers
Vagrants and vagabonds burn yesterday's newspapers
As the world turns, my heart yearns and my stomach churns
and as time grinds my mind discerns and my soul is spurned
A child plays somewhere with wild animals
and an orphan blesses the food with refined cannibals
A dog lays somewhere on someone's front porch
and an orchard withers somewhere, its ground is scorched
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Trey Hamner Poem
You may as well put the shovel down
If you think this vivisepulture will be my end
I survived the suffocation of a small town
And I'll be damned if this is how I descend
Just another obsequious sycophant
And a supercilious, self-aggrandizing fraud
In this room there is but one elephant
And it will most certainly break down the façade
I will use the stone you try to bury me with
To build on top of your house a splendid monolith
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To glance at the jagged hill is a dream
Just as I yearn to amble over its magma flow
Like a million salmon swimming up my bloodstream
I will see the Soufriere Hills, I just know
As the earth vented its seismic frustrations
many fled its tectonic conniption
That migration woke me from deep sedation
And my restless soul underwent a great decryption
There's a certain lure to a place with an "exclusion zone"
That makes me abjure my embrace of an old touchstone
There's a beguiling seduction to unremitting eruption
A smiling effluxion causing me to submit to its disruption
I've been a wayward wanderer
And a sojourner on a quest
I've been a perennial ponderer
And interminably, a seeker suppressed
But the moment I saw Montserrat
even only in a photographic image
I knew this was the place I had sought
to make my greatest pilgrimage
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If I were an elephant, I'd lumber around
Gracefully plodding on my stomping ground
If I were an elephant, I'd flap my ears
High above the savannah with no equals or peers
If I were an elephant, I'd cover myself in mud
I'd clash with other bulls, especially during rut
If I were an elephant, I'd cause a great stampede
Crushing all the poachers before they could succeed
If I were an elephant, I'd collapse all circus tents
And I'd save all pachyderms from being in such events
I wouldn't be arrogant, but elegant and eloquent
I wouldn't be petulant, but prevalently excellent
I wouldn't be negligent or hesitant or feculent
I'd be so affectionate and have an even temperament
I'd be the most eminent in my thought development
I'd never be a detriment to a human settlement
I would be the most intelligent and it would be self-evident
To the peasant and the president if I were an elephant
12-5-2016
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