What will I have to say?
When they have taken my tongue away
Cut out for the greater good
Silenced by my absence of breath?
They cried revolution
Only to be struck down
With complacency…
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Category: Breaking Muse
Guardian
Never to know
The pleasures of
The Arts
What do you
Protect except
For your place and
Your part?
Some great scheme
Of society
Never to be
Questioned
Raised to rule
To kill for
A promise
Unfulfilled
As the Citizens
You’re made to protect
Rebel as they try
To freely express
Banished at the gate
Never allowed to relate
Their tales which
Have been judged by the keepers
And what if your
Guardian raised true
Were to pick up your lyre
And sing your heart’s desires?
No Freedom for the programmed to do…
No art for the philosopher to pursue…
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Palindrome
Sun
Setting
Under
Setting
Sun
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American Eulogy
We weep
We weep
We cry
We seek
Meaning
For our
Reverend
And our lost
So many
So many
We knew
Intimately
Now gone
Now gone
To this
Viral cause
Sisters
Brothers
Fathers
Mothers
Our uncles
Grandmas
Our friends
And lovers
Few have been
Untouched
By this Angel
Of Death
Their flags
They fly
Cross the
Capitol sky
So many
Lights in
Reflections
Tonight
Now tamped
Out and
With our prayers
Take flight
Our river
Of tears
Pour on
Pour on
So many
Great Lives
Cut short
In their stride
We call out
Their names
We share
Their good deeds
A chorus
This mourning
Leaves us
All in need
Let us pray
I – Book of Matches
Theme, Tone, Meter
Subject so
Illusive
Matters, meanings
And Moments
Illustrative
We have relinquished our
place at the council table
We have forsaken our
Duty to protect the arts
We have been overcome
By our own eviscerating criticism
We have severed the artisan’s
Hand from the corporal community
We have left them behind
To suffer the brutality of the mob
They have come to the Library
With torches — Our Words
Read In Fire
II – Fire Song
The Pages tumbled
Off the shelf
Waterfall —
Firefall
Fire
Burns
Tumbles Pages back up
Full of Flames
The words read
One last time
by Fire
Falls
Fire
Burns
Pages tumble and whirl
In tornadoes
On Fire, Words
Consumed for
The last time
by fire
Falls
Fire
Burns
Swirls with sparkles
Of the Sun
Consuming One
Last time
Our words
by Firefalls
of Fire
Burning books
Consuming
One
Last
Time — Our words
Burn
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Two Towers
Standing behind the crowd in the
Auditorium, looking down at
The Wasteland and more importantly
The Poet on a pedestal who
We were in awe to see. We bow
And say blessings to the lord of the
Modern moment where everyone realized
We were doomed. That the industrial gloom
Would blacken our minds as it had
Already blackened our lungs
And blinded our windshields
Our eyes in the dim lit neon spectacles, wept.
This was my experience from the lectern.
And I worshipped for many years the
Quartets and the high-minded — I don’t
Understand — Get the Encyclopedia — language
But, this was
Modern?
Now
I reckon
upon
a more clearly modern mind
Here
I find
The Red
Wheelbarrow
And a delicious
Plum
And I am
completely
satisfied
By nothing too Mythic
At all (save Unicorns & Beasts)
Just A
Waterfall
Of images
and words
That float along on pages
The rhythm
Tapping its foot – – –
Variably – – – –
Changing
Before you know it
You don’t know it
You don’t know why
It has changed
But it feels
So right.
Justified on the page to fit
Left and right
Right and wrong
Tomorrow and Goodnight
The Wanderer
The Sparrow
The Woman
The River
The Man
The City
The Poet
Founder
Of the plain
Every day
And therefore
Devotionally and divine poem.
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Honey
Waking
My consciousness comes
In globs of Honey
Amber capsules
Holding the
Last vestiges of my dreams
Dropped and drawn
Into the moments
Of what the day may bring
Interspersed
With darkness–
With sleep…
The bending on a
Dali Clock
Stilled and stopped
Time travel
before it
Begins again
–at 7:10
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National Poetry Day
Today is National Poetry Day
Do you have something to say?
Write me a poem, no need to be long—
Give me a couplet, write me a song.
Or write up a sonnet, maybe make a haiku
A quartet, a triad, or sing me the blues!
If you add poetry into your life
you’ll find it uplifting away from the strife.
Write me a psalm or meditative plot
Something inspirational, something you sought.
Or read a new poet, these poems are short.
New words can help you when you feel out of sorts.
Just write me a poem, I’ll publish it soon.
Make it silly or foolish or about a baboon.
All words have meanings, some better than most.
With alacrity write something, even a boast.
Yes write me a poem, today is the day.
Pick one word or a dozen, have something to say.
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Wild Horses
The sign
It says
“Please stay at Home”
Forget your car
Forget your bones
In their closets
They must stay
All your ambition’s
(Fears) —put away
At least for now
At least today…
——
This first time directive
We can collectively recall
To just do nothing
To sit in our stalls
But these American
Mustangs are getting
Restless
We like to roam
We like it breathless
We just don’t know just what to do
When we’re told to stay home
Until this is through