Poetry 1985

  

blue harmonica dreams

stream across grey burlap eyes, 

soothe with nuance softness 

ears pointed toward distant sky 

fields of grace aplenty

washed clean, noontime weep 

the furrows gush a murky blood 

into willing earth tears seep 

the day of welcome wanes, dust beckons 

the lights dim, sun rises on

another's land melting cloudy

on oklahoma's rim 

(age 18, 1985) 

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cautiously crossing the barbed wire fence

their eyes scanned the diamonded landscape,

december first. all trees and berried bushes

twinkled richly under the icy coat of morning rain.

as they walked the crunching meadow

the guns they held hung limply at ease by their sides

casual rambling stride through an ocean

of crackling glass stirred the

grazing doe from midday feast and it bounded

skyward one ,two, three

it was safe as ken squeezed

a trigger on safety 

(age 18, 1985) 

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sing a song O bright green days

when light flows pink about the end of the maze

and ground underfoot is moist but firm

the soil feeds richly all needy that yearn

O show us this world

we all know it exists where money means nothing

&justice persists, we read but who writes

of such fabulous tales

in this day of starving children blown lost

by a gale, O where find decency

in a land of heart held fallacy

where rises among rubble the palaces,

look quickly----for night brings out death,

the sunset marks our next last breath

but they'll write and relate all thru our sleep

create nightmares of cliffs & fated leaps

O lucky for those who croak ever young,

bitter lies never eat at their tongues

(age 18, 1985) 

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the earth is round

but you can't touch the people

and the seas are wet

but you can't know yourself

the sun is warm

but you won't die in your sleep

and the sky is big but yer dreams are bigger

and harder to crush, realize & live with. 

(age 18, 1985) 

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i was riding second class youth eurail

amsterdam to geneva, two german

girls or silly women were sitting next to me

speaking to one another

giggling with furtive glances at me.

do you speak english? smile,

laugh, side to side nod no,

just a bit. oh.

i curled up in my space

a fetal position hands cupped to breast

content on my face sleep in my eye

shortly i awoke to hear snort snort stifle

why do you laugh? they reply,

blush of flirtation, you look like a

dreaming baby. slow bumpy

train ride, air so sweet.  

(age 18, 1985) 

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the pull of the tide, moons strength on earth 

minute organisms and bonding glue

that dissolves in death  

          spray of grey ocean 

as i wandered sickly into the dark 

the ferry ship bridging peoples twixt                         drought& rain                             

after train ride from dublin to rosslare 

trench coats with collars stiffly angled, 

wandering beach driftwood smooth from battering slams 

          soft thru relentless beating  

 

waters fist

pearly white baby ears, macaroni shells 

whatever i wrote in natures chalkboard

          &how long did it stand? 

 

was the cauliflower growing

over the gloomy grey swirl merely another ferry 

chugging steamy or was it offspring of yet more 

driving dismal edge depleting

water pounding loves?  

(age 18, 1985)