Tag: Poetry
-
Storied 1 – Fallen
Storied 1 – Fallen a minute till midnight ina court of ruined wingswhere no kindness goesunpunished and hellis empty as the crow fliesanother man’smoccasinsthe dark horsejunkyard dogs death without companyand a serpent’stooth illustratethe fixthe fallen the last miledry bonesredemptionthe Iris fanthe Ninja betrayed –LE
-
A Red Sky
A Red Sky A red sky drippingoozing bloodbackdrop ofsocietycivilization progressive pretensecrusted andsmothered indisease ashblackish grayishpoverty deathdestroying everynatural thing ittouches vaunted techno-progress dealingdeath efficientlyprofoundlyinexorably Earth’s progenyfeed – declinecloth – declinehouse – declinewe’ve chosen asixth major extinctionfor greed’s sakefor profitfor ‘progress’ humanity but a virusblight on Terrafirmawhich will remainonce we’re allgone – justiceno more norless than wedeserve…
-
Might As Well Smile
Might As Well Smileby Beth Hart I woke up this morningWith a smile on my faceI threw out those stonesThat stood in my wayAnd I put on a new pairOf hard walking shoesI woke up this morningLaughing the bluesWoke up laughing the blues When the talking on the TVTells me I should be scaredI don’t…
-
The Inlaid Box
The Inlaid Box with its hiddenhinges and locksaged ebonyand burnt umbersatin lacqueredbamboo inlaysoozing hempishfumes the kind onlyknown for sureto the boxthat sits deep inshadows a remotebookshelf waitingto be sampledvindicated –LE
-
Art and War Drive Technology
Reading the poetry and prose and viewing the art and photography published here in various blogs have put me in a strange mood today; got me thinking about the tech that allows us to express ourselves so lucidly, so graphically. That and the constant barrage of gaslighting propaganda and just plain ‘hot air’ from local…
-
The Bike-paths of Tucson
The Bike-paths of Tucson As I rode out onthe bike-paths of TucsonI spied an old bikiein spandex and Nikes I see by your outfitthat you are a bikie—-and he said—-I see by your outfitthat you’re a bikie too We see by our outfitsthat we are both bikiesif you get an outfityou can be a bikie…
-
Irony of Ironies
Irony of Ironies Sometimes it’s all too tiringfacts and opinionsbeliefs and conditioningpropaganda commercialsinternal dilemmacognitive dissonance Sometimes it’s all toopedantic toosemantic toocerebral or tooemotional to appreciatethe irony of it all Survival depends oncooperation of the wholebrains and heartsindividual and communityhumanity and our ecology less humankind ends alone and forgottenin burned-out remnantsof abundance of ouronce high civilizationirony of…
-
Shankill Butchers
Shankill Butchersby Sarah Jarosz The Shankill butchers ride tonightYou better shut your windows tightThey’re sharpening their cleavers and their knivesAnd taking all their whiskey by the pint ‘Cause everybody knowsIf you don’t mind your mother’s wordsA wicked wind will blowYour ribbons from your curlsEverybody moan, everybody shakeThe Shankill butchers wanna catch you awake They used…
-
From Past Darknesses
I’ve noticed some darker pieces here. So I went back into my past darkness and brought out an old one. I’ve come a very long way since this one… Morning Darkness fadingthe lyingangry voicesviolentlycrying alone againtryingsighingdying searing pain againmakes mortality plainconstant wishing forhealing rain but that’s OKwe’re all to blameonly a gameour claim to famepretty…
-
Wolf by First Aid Kit
Wolf by First Aid Kit Wolf-mother, where you been?You look so worn, so thinYou’re a taker, devils-makerLet me hear you sing, hey-ya hey-ya Wolf-father, at the doorYou don’t smile anymoreYou’re a drifter, shape-shifterLet me see you run, hey-ya hey-ya Holy light over the nightOh, keep the spirit strongWatch it grow, child of warOh, keep holdin’…
CynOp 