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The chronicles continue
for this man called, "UFO",
he's also known as Richard
the "Desert Rose", where he may go.
I penned a poem, once before
and again when I wrote of the "hood",
he chronicles his UFO sightings
but, sometimes he's misunderstood.
Some say that he's eccentric
or maybe as crazy as the Hatter,
what they think doesn't "ruffle" him
in fact, it doesn't really matter.
During the month when leaves unfurl
and dogwoods bloom in purest white
come the storms with tails which curl
sweeping away all within their flight
I've had a brush with one before
and still recall to this late day
the silence then the freight train roar
when once a small one came my way
It had been a spring day of thunder
where ragged clouds filled southern sky
leaving my new bride and me to wonder
when the storms would finally pass us by
shaded life listens
beyond dappled waters edge
fluidity speaks
Nose to the grindstone
24/7
Giving always more
without one groan
Even when I'm asleep
You labor on
Just to benefit me
Never hearing one beep
into you I pour
all of life's vices
struggling with it
deep in your core
How much more
will you take
of this brazen abuse
from this life's whore
I must answer the call
from my poor little one
Before it just stops
Causing my fall
Closing my eyes and concentrating in
Feeling the wonderful chills on my skin.
The tingling sensation that covers my outside
is like fire burning on the in.
Much like the brush of your skin,
leaving all my nerves on end.
Just the gentle touch lingers for hours
never wanting to end.
“Haiku : Toothpaste
5/7/5”
Squeezed in the middle
Getting force out of tubing
Awaits your toothbrush
“Senryu: Hiccup
5/7/5”
Hiccup irritates
Ribcage hurting critically
Many times a day
Tree Of Life
Trees give shade to passers by
With luscious fruits unmistaken,
Coconut water shreds man’s thirst
Cherries human lust
You shear my arms
To make your homes,
Your furniture on which
You lay and rest,
Ships can’t do without me.
I’m the passage to your eternity,
The cage in which you lay,
While living
Then when dead
I flower in spring and
Am an autumn to grieve.
A nation swallowed by drugs
not the street pushing coke
heroin smoke abused routes you’re used to.
Pharmaceutical company inventing
Disorders the masses can relate to
as the fat cats count their
stacks of green backs and
reap the benefits Of genocidal acts
I would ask how they sleep at night
but I know it is atop A money filled
mattress letting their Heads lay softly
on their oxycotton pillows
Beyond the mansion
a gentle wind
across that rolling field
where no bird sings
no dog barks
only sighs
among the clean white markers
of gallant men
whispers
telling of lost dreams
.....lost potential
........lost love
...........lost..................
I searched my pockets
for the words lost
somewhere between lint
and forgotten hopes
I searched the shores
watched the waves crash
loudly against the grains
as they pulled each vowel
into the open sea
I searched a sky
no longer filled with stars
just a moon imprinted
with a wordless face
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