to be read aloud....
A child was born and grew to stand,
in sand-spurred sand, and watched the sails;
of ships from shores of foreign lands-
he grew to wend through tortured trails
his way to those exotic strands,
advising all who might inquire
the origin of this wand'ring male;…Continue
Snow upon a homeless soul
stooped inside a doorway
hiding from the cutting wind
weary from hard times again,
suffering a poor man’s pain,
wondering why rich men reign,
holding on that God will come
and bless his family,
somewhere in a shelter
in this large city.
He regains his feet to move
somewhere down the street…
Waits to be dreamt
Caresses of the…
In The December Grey
after Satan laughs
there will be no Vicodin today
In the parking lot a shadowy figure mumbled a kind of
hello. At first I thought him an hallucination, but with the
sun breaking through the bleakness and codeine deprivation
vice-gripping my brain, I recognized Gary's black onyx…Continue
poem © Fred Hallman 2012
(to be read aloud)
I am Enkidu not Gilgamesh - a native libertarian I am!
While sampling Shamat's pulchritude,
I nibbled round her baited hook,
then swam away as free fish do.
So 'scaped from Babylon I am,
nay schooled nor drooled on her spavined teat.…Continue
A Winter Street
Upon a winter street one day
I saw the empty pockets
on poor man’s face.
Compelled, I asked his business
although ‘twas not my place.
He replied his year was hard;
he lost his job, lost his house
and then he lost his way.
I tried to hand him twenty
and he told me of his Grace;
a daughter ill at only four
This cold autumn day
heavy clouds above
the promise of…Continue
Reveal yourself to me,
I yearn to know more.
Touch me intimately
from across a crowded room
with nothing but your eyes.
Show me the power of your desire.
Tell me how I might grasp your soul
and pull, so sweetly.
Lay with me, teach me to fly,
hold me within your grasp, that I might be free.
Give me a moment of your life
that I might know the infinite.
From where I lie, I see
the landscape of your body
stretching out before…
Added by Christopher Reilley on November 26, 2012 at 3:28pm — No Comments
We wander the edge of uncertainty
hoping to find the path,
looking for guidance as we move
toward the unknown each day;
never the same encounters,
never expected results,
never the best scenario
as we all find our way.
Fog brings an unclear future
as we grope through the mist;
each step a new adventure
somehow not on…
Mittens on the mice this morning
as they dart about
looking for a breakfast meal
underneath the feeder
where the birds have spilled some seed
and the advantageous treats
will fill their early need.
Crystal clear water
After The Frost Subsides
Crystallized dew holds nature in pause
then the radiance of the morning sun
evokes a pulse to the new day
as I watch in awe, all, which is a gift
to my aging eyes
listening to the morning song
of those feathered few who remain
determined to face winter
for another year in God’s garden.
My words bump and jostle -
boats in an unruly harbor.
Creaky at some times, leaky at others
often listing dangerously.
Language is a port for ‘ideas expressed’
holding exploration in each and every craft
that set sail daily for far horizons.
The boats of thought are carried on breath,
tilting at fairwinds and gales alike,
defying the storms, and the odds,
finding wharf in clusters and groups,
strung together into ideas, jokes,…
By Daniel Rigney
World's finest river? Be the judge.
If depth is what you want,
the Congo wins hands down --
its deepest point 800 feet beneath the air.
The Congo has its shallows, to be sure.
But where it's deep, no other river can compare.
The narrowest river in the world, Mongolia’s…Continue
Twas the night of Black Friday, and all through the towns
Eager shoppers had hunted for the best bargains around.
They showed up in droves, stood in line before dawn,
To ensure they got the deals before they were gone.
When the doors opened, they pushed and they shoved.
They had to get perfect gifts for the ones that they loved.
It didn’t matter how much money they spent,
The look on their faces would be worth years of…Continue
Am thankful for forgiving
for to hold on to such poison
is a death within itself
which rots the host from deep inside
the casing holds but we have died
consumed with malcontent and hate
which kills love that should radiate
to draw those stuck in darker places
lighting up a world of faces
and know I’m guilty of this sin
to hang on…
Forever thankful for my life;
reflecting on the days gone by
the times of new discovery,
the ways life’s lessons came to me,
the understanding little things
and knowing what right action brings;
those hard times when the world looked dark,
were new life journeys to embark;
another book, chapter or page
which quelled the anger and…
By Our Words…
I found myself without a friend for something that I said
and though I’d said a million things this one had made me dead
to her and all her hopes and dreams; for each who had a face,
somehow I slipped the balance beam and fell out of her grace
As always in my daily life my mouth preceded me
although I thought I had insight, I guess I could not…
Added by Blinddream on November 20, 2012 at 3:04pm — No Comments
in the quite of my workspace
focused on white…Continue