Under the soft knell
of ships bells

under the tick tick heart
of backroom clocks

you will find in there
the quietest of hells

where slow-slow reality
grinds to stop

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here is the gallery
of those time-damned

ideas that flooded
and filled head piece

year upon year framed up
in guilt relief

grief upon grief
painted here then stuck

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true, but solace and silence
and beauty too

You can hear the trolley wheels
squeak, overladen with books

Cherri

augusts call...the heat layered
humidity dripping down
the tank..porcelain glistening
licked with water
Window over looking the slanted
street...the baked cresote old poles
the street lamp that casts its glow
upward past nine
A river throwing light
full of life in the gentle winds
We walked across the briidge
towards the mill
hand in hand
when we were kids

At dusk in the glimmer of light, that shines through the East Texas pines
I stand still aware of a whisper from an opening that allows the dying light to enter.
Who are you, I ask, while a million
electric needles pierce my arms.

“I am the light that delivers last warm ray on the first day of summer, and sole proprietor of the sun, holder of humankind’s destiny.
Don’t you know that like this flickering fading light,
In a minute, life will be over and you will have
no memory of the darkness closing in.

Spousal reign long gone
Another grasp for the throne
Will lady begone?

I Stood in fresh anticipation when
the early wind set out to flirt and tease;
she mussed my hair, fetched scent of dew, and then
my lungs were filled, kissed by a bracing breeze.
At last the blazing, crimson gleam appeared,
the underside of azure clouds were sprayed;
my heart aglow as now the dawning neared,
then amber shafts split faery haze and played.

Carefree

Embrace forgiveness
To emancipate the soul
Serenity rocks!

When the tides come
and
wash our homes

when winds blow
and
we don't know

what gale will us swallow
where will we go
and
will we know
where the tides are high
and
when low

so we all make do
till the water threatens too

we move to a smaller cottage
up the hill and hope
the Lord will spare us
with smaller mercies
as tides cede

She ran hot
like an old knucklehead
lust was her consumption
burning in the white flash
of wolfish cheekbone
Long albino pale legs
like forks
chopper cool
But
no ones fool

..

When the grim clouds of anger
threaten your peace of mind
and rage roar like thunder
as your soul entangled in a bind,
close your eyes and reach deep
within the core of your being.
if you must, then let yourself weep
to ease the pain of the sting.

The objective was to support the emancipation
Of a population suffering under repression
The consequences were the destruction and destitution
Of the leaders and other people in controlled confusion.

Historically conquerors do not always vanquish
By killing the opposition, defiance and anger do not perish
But rather deep-rooted animosities begin to take root and flourish
Futile to reorder the destiny of peoples and the values they cherish.