FUNERAL IN THE SKY

August 28, 2010  :: 0 comments

The sky is filled with the corpses of birds.
I forget when I had this nightmare.
There is a funeral in the sky for the birds.
The sky splits open and the birds disappear.

I remember this dream made me weep.
I wore dark sunglasses that day.
I looked up and saw a lone grave in the sky.
It disappeared before I could dry my eyes.

LET EARTH

featured in the poetry forum August 28, 2010  :: 0 comments

Let Earth welcome us
like a friend
not an unwanted visitor.

Let Earth shelter us
like a house
and trust us to be human.

Do not trust in war
machines, guns, and bombs.
Love the human race.

Feel the dry branches
and green leaves.
Do not turn your back on the lame.

Let Earth heal our pain,
bring us joy,
and comfort for the rest of our lives.

Let Earth feed our thirst,
hunger, and
what our souls and hearts crave.

EVENING

August 28, 2010  :: 0 comments

Evening approached without shoes
above our houses.
It made little effort to show
its moon face with stars.
The temperature fell. Wind
blasted the roof tiles.
It felt like the last day of life
on earth. Nothing could
be done. The blue sky was gone.
The light went blind till
morning. Evening’s moon
eye with stars provided a
glimmer of light
in the dark sky.
Our senses were on alert.
Fear was prowling around
from moment to moment.
The trees were trembling.
Evening walked off without sound.

WHEN YOU THINK OF GOD?

July 22, 2010  :: 0 comments

When you think of God
does your heart have faith?
When the wind blows strong
is it God sighing?

A weightless breeze spreads
seeds throughout the fields.
Who laughs in your face?
Some arrogant fiend?

You smile when the swift
wind cools you off. Your
sad face disappears.

You look up at a
bee up in a tree.
Does the bee know God?

HANGING ON TREES

July 22, 2010  :: 0 comments

She made jewelry
and gave it away.
Left it hanging on
trees for others to
snatch like fruit.

She gave away all
her possessions.
Money, clothes, it
did not matter. She
lost weight, at

least thirty pounds.
She tried to drink
herself to death. But
you must have heard
stuff like this.

BORN IN THE WATER

featured in the poetry forum July 22, 2010  :: 0 comments

I was born in the water.
The wind gave birth to me.
I was weary and angry.
My backbone was bent out of shape.

The night took care of me.
The sun wanted to kill me.
I armed myself with stones.
I plunged them into the water
where the sun’s reflection
was looking back at me.

ANOTHER NIGHT COMES

April 12, 2010  :: 0 comments

Another night comes.
It does not let up.
It comes with its moon,
its stars, the darkness,
and sometimes it just
keeps on going. When
you hope for morning
and the comfort of
light, the darkness seems
to linger. Lights falls
somewhere else, not here.

BAD IDEA

April 12, 2010  :: 0 comments

I’m going to marry a
lovely man I met here.
However, my mother
thinks it’s a bad idea.

I promise her this will work.
She said I am just a child.
I’ll be twenty one
this year. I’m not a baby.

She treats us like we’re dumb
for being in love. I’m tired
of these pills and rules.

The psychiatrist thinks
that I’m not normal.
But he is the one who’s crazy.

DARK THOUGHTS

featured in the poetry forum April 12, 2010  :: 0 comments

Between sentences
a light goes off in
my mind; then a dark

emptiness fills the
room. The thoughts of a
madman asks, who are
you? Wearing a red
tie, the madman asks,
what man walks in my

shoes? The dark thoughts fill
my room. I hear
a rat running up
the stairs. The madman
asks, who is hungry?
The madman walks to
the kitchen. He asks,
who is that at the
door? He aims his big
gun at his dark thoughts.

LITTLE MONKEY POEM

featured in the poetry forum November 27, 2009  :: 0 comments

I carry it in my pocket.
A little monkey poem on
a string. I take it out now
and then and drop it like
a yo-yo. The little monkey
poem dances like a do-do.

Sometimes I cut the string
and the little monkey poem
goes ape on the town. It
gets in all sorts of trouble.
I need to bail it out of jail.
Should I leave it at the zoo?

I don’t know what to do with
it. I feel responsible for what
it does sometimes. The little
monkey poem usually gets
out of line. I think I have
to give it away to someone.