“A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds.” -Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Saturday, January 16, 2016
Axiomatic
Look both ways.
Don't over do it.
Think before you speak.
Two hands for beginners.
What doesn't make you stronger
(and these)
may be fatal.
It may be
life or death
to learn
what cannot be taught.
Nobody will teach you
that it is (still) true-
You are
you-nique,
you have intrinsic value
beyond axiomatic calculation.
More than enough:
greater than
you give yourself credit for.
Yet you choose to be
(led) blindly,
nothing is never enough,
jumping out on a limb,
and losing grip
on brittle banalities,
broken boughs, evil vows,
twigs of truths
from Adage trees
like these.
Image By Snyder, Frank R. Flickr: Miami U. Libraries - Digital Collections [No restrictions or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Sunday, September 13, 2015
The lessons taut
“Surfing with Jesus”
the sign read
in front of the Pilgrim Church
across from the high school.
Not the Mormon one
across the parking lot
on the other street
with the lemonade stand
with the lemonade stand
and portable orange bibles
towering high.
A teenage boy with earbuds
sits at the bus stop
smoking and snarling
waiting insecurely
to be picked up
or to be saved.
The bell has not yet rung.
Image By Hogyn Lleol at English Wikipedia (Self made by Hogyn Lleol) [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.
Published in the 2017 Magee Park Poets Anthology.
Published in the 2017 Magee Park Poets Anthology.
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