smoke and fire
bomb dust thick
carved with tears
she moves a broken stone
and grabs her dolly’s hand
Courage
featured in the poetry forum July 3, 2017 :: 0 commentsA scene not broadcast by the nightly news. – mh clay
smoke and fire
bomb dust thick
carved with tears
she moves a broken stone
and grabs her dolly’s hand
A scene not broadcast by the nightly news. – mh clay
Today we honor and remember ultimate sacrifice
Of all who answered and served our country’s call;
Who fought and in gore of battle took their final fall
For each of us they gave all their yet lived fill of life.
They held freedom they were living worth fighting for
No matter what their age or when in history time
Called for their service, many went in their prime,
Never to return from the horrors of the current war.
Today we mourn their lives, place flowers on their graves
And flags to mark weapons they brandished in defense
And offense to defeat enemy before they breached the fence
Preserving the land of the frees and homes of the braves.
We know that stopping of their hearts, no matter when,
With each free breath, we take, we give them life again.
Lest we forget to remember, freedom was never free & never shall be. ~ Johnny O
in some distant far off
sleight of hand
there stands a colossus
on its head
heart long ago
turned to stone
and breath to sand
ringing ringing ringing
eyes above the sheen
of kings
beyond the hollow
logs of barks
recording marks
of shallow ways
beyond their means
with bells that
rang and rang and rang
ears sheared
by cloud fleece tip
scales of kippered pounds
leaving their appointed
rounds writhing on grounds
of incriminations
discovered upward
sprawling
rung by rung by rung
A precarious climb to the top; wring tight those rungs. – mh clay
Gravity has no bounds
we all own a universal share
there is no rheostat
no ambiguity
it is either on
or off
unless you
go into space
you are planted
firmly on the ground
but
there is levity
an opposite of gravity
that we can
all embrace
find things funny
everywhere
and with a simple
smile
transcend
Newton’s law.
Let go gravitas to float free; put apple back on the tree. (We welcome Russel to our crazy confab of Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of his madness on his new page – check it out.) – mh
clear night sky with no star or planet or moon
clear day sky without sun or cloud or blue
bare earth without stone or dust, root, bark, flower or seed
ocean without shore or waves, foam, salt or tide
strong music with out beat or note, measure or melody
wind without direction or motion, not inhaled nor exhaled
heart empty of systole and diastole , in and
out lungs always full and empty and still
legs stepping feet tread every step of full path
arms surround empyrean with minuscule hugs
voice of silence embraces matrix of echoes
even AUM fades away
This is the sound of one hand clapping; assets under management (AUM) hold no-thing to that of no-earth, no-heaven. Ponder this… – mh
I think
she must
be having
dreams
that
are split
into two
different
points
of view
for her
sake I
hope that
is all
more
would be
hellacious
to deal with
I fear though
she thinks
both are
the same
and she has
no authority
to choose
the better
of the two.
I love them
both or many
but
they really
are a goddamn
pain to deal
with.
And after
the inferior
has been subdued
my role
is hardly
ever remembered
so they go off
healed
and love and fuck
somebody else.
No stock for Doc. Heal’em up and send’em off; return to an empty bed. – mh