Poetry

Today is Veteran's Day. I salute you, veterans, servicemen, and servicewomen. Thank you. As one of the people you fight to protect, thank you.

What I thought was a Literary Night last night was actually an Open Mic, so I was able to hear new music, too. Yey! Literary Night is actually next Tuesday at the same place, and the Open Mic is there every Thursday. I am thinking I might read poetry at the Literary Night and save my stories for the Open Mics. What do you think of this one, my beautiful world?

Not on My Watch and Never Again

Music crept slowly across my body,
and so passed a crazy notion:
Would the world still be calling me holy,
if we could never see motion?

Star-kissed, night-kept, sun-spotted, and wind-swept
Conflagrated, agitated, aggravated, and instigated

It never should have happened.
It never should have started.
But why does it continue?
Not on my watch and never again!

How long was it taking the world to awaken?
I was not the sleeping one.
See the landing of words already much spoken
wondering if justice will ever come.

Flower-worn, tree-learned, heart-spoken, and sky-burned
Fired, liar-ed, inspired, and tired

It never should have happened.
It never should have started.
But why does it continue?
Not on my watch and never again!

Mystifying, magic, mysterious, and mythic
Dangerous, ferocious, gregarious, and voracious

It never should have happened.
It never should have started.
But why does it continue?
Not on my watch and never again!

copyright 2011

I agree, it is a little more of a song than a poem. What about this one?

A Shakespearean Sonnet

And when the world of manly tragic plans
Decides the path of sleeping hero fires,
Or sparks a light for songs in people’s hands
Above our heads to sway to ballad pyres.

Orwellian creatures snorting lines of lies
And beating, bashing, horrid ways to rule;
Unpleasant planet waits for helping ties
To labor fruitful plowmen’s growth uncruel.

But when a girlish girlie lady weeps
The loss of freedoms promised for the land
Where once so proud a people spoke of deeps
Of water climbing heights above the sand,

Beware the truthless contract terrorists
Made writ with blood of screaming termless fists.

copyright 2011

That one is from early 2010. I wrote it in a taqueria over bistec and nopales.

Sigh... I have until Tuesday to figure out what I am going to read. I would rather have a rescue from my dreary life first, but in case it does not come, having plans makes it all a little less dreary.

Sweetness, I believe I have already sent you all of the love poems I have written to you so far. I think that makes me overdue to write you a new one. Hmmmmmmm... What tasty verbal morsel will I dish up this time? I know you will be here as soon as you can. I cannot wait.